The housekeeper went off, and presently brought back the little perfumed card, with scrolls and signatures, and 'Admit— —' and 'Not transferable.'
'She puts her own name in this place before she gives it in,' said Mrs. Bywank.
The gentleman looked at the ticket attentively—then bestowed it safely in his vest pocket; as if that subject was disposed of.
'But Mr. Rollo!'—said the housekeeper in some consternation.
'What, Mrs. Bywank?' he returned innocently.
'Miss Wych will never forgive me, sir!'
'What?'
'Why—for stealing her ticket and giving it to you, sir.'
'You have not stolen it. And you never meant to give it to me.
And she is not to know anything about it.'
'It feels like high treason!' said Mrs. Bywank. 'And she is certain to get another. But I'm sure I'd be glad there was some one there to look after things; for if she once got into that, and found young Nightingale or some of the rest with her, she'd be fit to fly. And there she comes, this minute.'