"As right as it can ever be with me," she told him. "Oh, yes. Dwight forgave me."
"Forgave you!"
She smiled, and trembled.
"Look here," said Cornish, "you come here and sit down and tell me about this."
He led her to the folding table, as the only social spot in that vast area of his, seated her in the one chair, and for himself brought up a piano stool. But after all she told him nothing. She merely took the comfort of his kindly indignation.
"It came out all right," she said only. "But I won't stay there any more. I can't do that."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"In Millton yesterday," she said, "I saw an advertisement in the hotel—they wanted a chambermaid."
"Oh, Miss Bett!" he cried. At that name she flushed. "Why," said Cornish, "you must have been coming from Millton yesterday when I saw you. I noticed Miss Di had her bag—" He stopped, stared.
"You brought her back!" he deduced everything.