She did not speak, but, tossing her head with a scornful gesture, exclaimed:
“Come, Mrs. Jones, you’ll be late!”
“Oh, Belva, I’ve half a mind not to go. Sadie has made me nervous, talking about the building falling in,” exclaimed Mrs. Jones timorously, and Belva’s face took on such a look of malignant hate and fury that it frightened the two women, as she retorted, with an evil laugh:
“Fall in, is it? Well, if some that I know should be under the roof, I’d be glad for it to fall, even if it buried me with it!”
She hurried on, and Sadie said, with a shiver:
“She means me; she has hated me ever since Waverley married me.”
“Oh, look—the prince!” exclaimed Mrs. Jones excitedly.
An automobile swung around the corner, and from the window looked the handsome face of Prince Gonzaga. Sadie thought instantly:
“He is going down to the factory after Fair. Thank Heaven, she is safe at my house.”
A hand touched her arm, and she looked up and met the gaze of Bayard Lorraine. He was eager, excited.