"I can't say that I know much about her, any way, either good or bad."
"Then why did you use such language as I heard just now?"
"Oh, well! Never mind, Mr. Perkins," said Michael, his whole manner changing as a new idea arose in his thoughts; "if she's your game, I'll lie low and shut my eyes."
This bold assurance of the fellow at first confounded Perkins, and then made him very indignant.
"Remember, sir," said he, in a resolute voice, and with a determined expression on his face, "that I never suffer any one to trifle with me in that style, much less a fellow like you; so govern yourself, hereafter, accordingly. As to this young lady, whom you have just insulted, I give you fair warning now, that another such an act will bring with it merited punishment."
Perkins then turned from the somewhat crestfallen salesman, and walked back to where Berlaps was standing at his desk.
"Do you know any thing about that young woman I just now saw leave here, Mr. Berlaps?" he asked.
"I do not, Mr. Perkins," was the respectful answer. "She is a stranger, who came in some days ago for work."
"What is her name?"
"Lizzy Glenn, I believe."