“You'll sing out if you need me?” he asked. “You will, won't you? You'll only have to sing once.”
He tramped heavily down. Gertrude walked over to the victim of the “mistake” and its consequences.
“I think,” she said coldly, “that you had better go.”
“Go?” Mr. Hungerford looked at her. “Go?” he repeated.
“Yes. I give you this opportunity. There will not be another. Go to your room, change your clothes, pack your trunk, and go—now, to-night.”
“What do you mean? That I am to go—and not come back?”
“Yes.”
“But, Gertrude—Gertie—”
“Don't call me that. Don't DARE to speak to me in that tone. Go—now.”
“But, Ger—Miss Dott, I—I—don't you see it was all a mistake? I—”