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Mrs. Brown and Henri’s godmother heard vaguely the distant sounds of the kicking next door, but their delicate interview with Miss Milton was taking all their attention.
Miss Milton, who had been to see a girl whom she was engaging as housemaid for Mr. Luton, was just taking off her things. Miss Milton kept a purely maternal eye upon Mr. Luton.
“You know, dear,” said Henri’s godmother, “we felt we had to come and tell you as soon as we heard the news. He’s got one already.”
“Who?” said Miss Milton, angular and severe looking.
“Mr. Luton.”
“He might have told me,” said Miss Milton.
“But she’s left him,” put in Mrs. Brown.
“Then I’d better see about providing him with another,” said Miss Milton.
“She—she’s not divorced,” gasped Mrs. Brown.