Mrs. Heywood was startled. She was so startled that she forgot her anger with the maid.
“Again? Are you sure?”
“Well, she had a look of church in her eyes when she went out.”
“What sort of a look?” asked Mrs. Heywood.
“A stained-glass-window look.”
Mrs. Heywood spoke rather to herself than to Mollie.
“That makes the third time to-day,” she said pensively.
Mollie spoke mysteriously. She too had forgotten her anger and impudence. She dropped her voice to a confidential tone.
“The mistress is in a bad way, to my thinking. I’ve seen it coming on.”
“Seen what coming on?” asked the elderly lady.