Mrs. Campbell: "Put it in my desk, where I thought I put mine. But never mind it now. I can tell you what was in it just as well. Come in here a moment, Margaret." She leads the way to the parlor, whither Miss Rice follows.
Miss Greenway, poutingly: "Oh, mayn't I know, too? I think that's hardly fair, Mrs. Campbell."
Mrs. Campbell: "No; or—Margaret may tell you afterwards; or Mr. Welling may, now!"
Miss Greenway: "How very formidable!"
Mrs. Campbell, over her shoulder, on going out: "Willis, bring me the refusals and acceptances, won't you? They're up-stairs."
Campbell: "Delighted to be of any service." Behind Miss Greenway's back he dramatizes over her head to Welling his sense of his own escape, and his compassion for the fellow-man whom he leaves in the toils of fate.
IX
MISS GREENWAY; MR. WELLING
Welling: "Nelly!" He approaches, and timidly takes her hand.
Miss Greenway: "Arthur! That letter was addressed in your handwriting. Will you please explain?"