“You’ll go,” said Druce positively, “at eight o’clock—”
A cool voice broke in on his sentence. Druce started like a man suddenly drenched with cold water.
“What’s that is going to happen at eight o’clock, Mr. Druce?”
The speaker was Patience Welcome.
CHAPTER VI
A ROMANCE DAWNS—AND A TRAGEDY
Patience Welcome shared all the prejudices of her employer, John Price, against “city chaps.” Her observation of those who had presented themselves in Millville had not raised her estimate of them. As a class she found them overdressed and underbred. They came into her small town obsessed with the notion of their superiority. Patience had been at some pains in a quiet way to puncture the pretensions of as many as came within scope of her sarcasm. She was not, like many girls of Millville, so much overwhelmed by the glamour of Chicago that she believed every being from that metropolis must be of a superior breed. She had penetration enough to estimate them at their true value. In her frankness, she made no effort to conceal her sentiments toward them.
But recently there had come into her acquaintance a product of Chicago whom she could not fit into Mr. Price’s city chap category. This was Harry Boland.