“‘THEY HAVE ENGAGED ME’”
“I’d have won my hat,” said Perley, “but I’m not kicking. Just look at Miss Beaumont, though.”
Henriette had listened in stony calm. She did not once look at Pauline, who was standing at the other side of the room. “Come, sister,” she said to Mysie. Mysie turned a scared face on Henriette. She drew her aside.
“Did you hear what he said?” she whispered. “Oh, Henriette, what shall we do? We shall have to pay the costs—”
“The Armstrongs will have to pay them too,” said Henriette, grimly.
“Theirs won’t be so much, because none of their witnesses will take a cent; but the Fullers and Miss Delaney want their fees, and it’s a dollar and a half, and there’s—”
“We shall have to borrow it from John Perley,” said Henriette.
“But he isn’t here, and maybe they’ll put us in jail if we don’t pay. Oh, Henriette, why did you—”
This, Mysie’s first and last reproach of her sovereign, was cut short by the approach of Pauline.