"Bridget has proved an efficient help," quietly observed Miss Gilbert. "You will be able to judge presently of her skill in making coffee."
"But where is your husband?" inquired Edward.
"He generally takes dinner at a restaurant," answered Gerty, trying to steady her voice.
Edward looked so indignant that the poor child felt called upon to explain.
"You know, brother, Hannah's cooking was always done with so little fuss, that I thought it no trouble at all to keep house. Paul would have very sorry fare, if he took his meals at home."
Before she had finished speaking, there was a loud, decided ring.
"That's Paul," she exclaimed anxiously.
"I know his ring."
"Don't tell him he has visitors," cautioned Marion, as Bridget passed her to open the door.
"How came you, here?" Paul asked angrily. "You needn't expect a cent from me. I told you to go at once."