"It is such an absurd thing," he interrupted again; "I cannot bear to have you go there. Something tells me it will not result well. Leonie, give it up!"
In his earnestness he did not notice that he had called her by her Christian name; but she heard, and colored to the very roots of her hair.
"Let me go!" she cried, in a trembling voice. "It can do no harm, and——"
"I can say nothing further, but my heart misgives me. If it should bring trouble to you, I——"
He turned away without completing the sentence, and with a heart that tumultuously throbbed from a variety of emotions, Leonie went into the next room and put on her hat.
"A lady to see you, sir."
The door of Leonard Chandler's library was thrown open, and Leonie Cuyler was ushered in.
"Ah!" exclaimed Chandler, laying aside his paper, and looking at her curiously through his gold-rimmed eye-glasses. "You are the young woman I engaged as house-maid, are you not?"
"Yes, sir," answered Leonie, the throbbing of her heart causing her to speak timidly.