“No, my love; come in and sit down. I was sorry to miss you this morning.”
“But I am glad as it turned out,” replied Priscilla.
“You were in great trouble, Prissie. The servant told me how terribly upset you were.”
“I was. I felt nearly mad.”
“But you look very happy now.”
“I am; my trouble has all vanished away. It was a great bogie. As soon as I came boldly up to it, it vanished into smoke.”
“Am I to hear the name of the bogie?”
“I think I would rather not tell you—at least not now. If Maggie thinks it right, she will speak to you about it; but, as far as I am concerned, it cannot touch me again.”
“Why have you come to see me then to-night, Priscilla?”
“I want to speak about Maggie.”