"To-day?"
"Yes, miss, to-day. There isn't much to do in the house just now, and there's plenty of people to do it. Bevan's quite capable of taking my place till you get someone else to fill it. Your convenience won't suffer."
"But isn't this a very sudden resolution? What has caused you to arrive at it?"
Day still kept his glance turned down, as if searching for an answer on the carpet. It was apparently only a lame one which he found.
"I'm in an awkward situation, Miss Arnott. I don't want to say anything which can be misconstrued. So much is that my feeling that I thought of going away without saying a word."
"That would not have been nice conduct on your part."
"No, miss; that's what I felt, so I came."
"Come, Day, what is it you are stammering about? Something extraordinary must have happened to make you wish to leave at a moment's notice after your long service. Don't be afraid of misconstruction. What is it, please?"
The man's tone, without being in the least uncivil, became a trifle dogged.
"Well, miss, the truth is, I'm not comfortable in my mind."