She rang the bell.
“Janet,” she said, “when the governess comes you may bring her up here to me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“She’s going to catch it—I wonder what for?” thought Janet, as she noted the grim visage of her employer.
So when Florence entered the house she was told that Mrs. Leighton wished to see her at once.
“I wonder what’s the matter now?” she asked herself. “Has she heard of my meeting her nephew in the car?”
When she entered the room she saw at once that something was wrong.
“You wished to see me, Mrs. Leighton?” she said.
“Yes,” answered Mrs. Leighton, grimly. “Will you be seated?”
Florence sat down a few feet from her employer and waited for an explanation.