Campbell: “I dare say you think so. But you’d better cast your eagle eye over this assemblage now, and see if she isn’t here; though probably she’s gone. What sort of looking woman is she?”
Roberts, staring at him in consternation: “Bless my soul! I don’t know! I never saw her!”
Campbell: “Never saw her?”
Roberts: “No; Agnes engaged her at the intelligence-office, and told her we should meet her here, and she had to go back for her purse, and left me to explain.”
Campbell: “Ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha! How did she expect you to recognize her?”
Roberts: “I—I don’t know, I’m sure. She—she was very anxious I shouldn’t let her get away.”
Campbell, laughing: “You poor old fellow! What are you going to do?”
Roberts: “I’m sure I’ve no idea. Agnes—”
Campbell: “Agnes ought to have a keeper. You know what I’ve always thought of your presence of mind, Roberts; but Agnes—I’m really surprised at Agnes. This is too good! I must tell Amy this. She’ll never get over this. Ah, ha, ha, ha!”
Roberts: “No, no! You mustn’t, Willis. Agnes would be very much provoked with me, if you told Amy she had been engaging a cook. She expects to smuggle her into the house without Amy’s knowing.”