In another minute she might have been led to go back upon the whole course of her education, and to utter some such damning exclamation as "I didn't go for to do it!" but mercifully Chloe averted that imminent calamity by saying:
"There, there, Marriner! Never mind. I made you. It was all my fault. Besides, there is no serious harm done. At least, is there, Daisy?"
And she turned reflectively to Mrs. Verulam.
"Please shut the door, Marriner," Mrs. Verulam said.
The faithful Marriner did so, and then returned, still on turned-in deplorable feet.
"And now let us be quite calm, and consider," Mrs. Verulam said. "Marriner, you may sit down for a moment."
Marriner sank upon the edge of a chair, and tried to fold her hands respectfully, but failed. She could not so soon command her body.
"Nobody recognised you, Chloe," said Mrs. Verulam; "not even Mr. Ingerstall?"
"Horrid little man! No!"
"They all think you your husband?"