"Very well."
"You are sure you would not like to come with me?"
"Yes, quite sure; do you mind shutting the door when you leave the room?"
Matilda had just approached the door, when it was suddenly opened by the rosy-cheeked maid-servant, and a little man with red hair, and spectacles pushed up on his forehead, was ushered into the room.
"I think Mr. Maurice is out, sir, but I will go and look for him," said the maid.
Mr. Danvers—for of course it was he—found himself almost in the arms of Matilda. Matilda backed: she did not admire the little man with his red head and somewhat startled eyes.
"Oh, horrors!" she said, under her breath.
"I beg your pardon," said Mr. Danvers. "I called to see Maurice Ross; I traveled last night instead of waiting until this morning. I wanted to leave Maurice my address. Will you have the goodness to give it to him? I"—he backed rapidly until he nearly reached the door—"I—I will call another time."
"No, indeed, you must not do anything of the kind," said Kate, rising suddenly.