“Yes, sir. She left suddenly yesterday morning,” repeated the dapper little man with the pen behind his ear.
“But this is most extraordinary—to leave at a moment’s notice! I thought she was so very comfortable here. She always spoke so kindly of you, and for the consideration with which you always treated her.”
“It was very kind of her, I’m sure,” replied the buyer; “but it is the rule here—a moment’s notice on either side.”
“But why? Why has she left?”
Warner hesitated. He, of course, knew the truth, but he was not anxious to speak it.
“Some little misunderstanding, I think.”
“With you?”
“Oh, dear no. She was called down to the counting-house yesterday morning, and she did not return.”
“Then she’s been discharged—eh?” asked Max in a hard voice.
“I believe so, sir. At least, it would appear so.”