An angry flash lighted up Lemuel's face.
“I couldn't go back there! I wouldn't do any such work again.”
“I don't mean that,” Sewell hastened to say “Miss Vane wished me to ask you to come as her guest until you could find something—Miss Sibyl Vane has gone to New York—”
“I'm very much obliged to her,” said Lemuel, “but I shouldn't want to give her so much trouble, or any one. I—I liked her very much, and I shouldn't want she should think I didn't appreciate her invitation.”
“I will tell her,” said the minister. “I had no great hope you would see your way to accepting it. But she will be glad to know that you received it.” He added, rather interrogatively than affirmatively, “In the right spirit.”
“Oh yes,” said Lemuel. “Please to tell her I did.”
“Thank you,” said Sewell, with bland vagueness. “I don't know that I've asked yet where you are staying at present?”
“I'm at Mrs. Nash's, 13 Canary Place. Mrs. Harmon went there first.”
“Oh! And are you looking forward to rejoining her in a new place?”
“I don't know as I am. I don't know as I should want to go into an hotel again.”