"Miriam is right," said Jack. "I'll move into the two little rooms at the back; Silas Gyde's old suite."
"Hereafter please address me as Mrs. Norman," said Miriam haughtily.
"Certainly, Mrs. Norman," said Jack demurely. To himself he added: "Oh, lady, lady, it's a shame to let you in so bad! When the truth come out the shock will surely kill you!"
"And while we are away," added Miriam, "go to a first class decorator, and arrange to have my two rooms done. I will have the boudoir hung in pale yellow silk brocade, and the bedroom in a softer material, pink. Samples can be sent me."
Jack bowed. "You're going away again?" he asked politely.
"Oh, yes, Bobo just came in to get some money."
Bobo bent an imploring glance on him.
Jack had his things carried into the back rooms, and put all in order there.
"Thank God! I can escape the sound of her voice!" he said to himself. "Where, oh where is that sweet murmur with which she used to woo us! Bobo's awakening has come even sooner than I expected. She might have given him a few days' run for his money. What a story this will make to tell Kate later. But the poor fat kid is in such a deuce of a hole it really spoils the comedy!"
Presently Bobo applied at the door of Jack's sitting-room with a pitiful hang-dog air.