"Well, I expect I am, and--" "Oh, Cyril!" The door had opened, and Marie was in the room.

If she gave a start of surprise at her husband's unaccustomed attitude, she quickly controlled herself.

"Julia said you wanted me.

I must have been going down the back stairs when you came up the front, and--" "Please, Mrs.Henshaw, is it Dot you have in here, or Dimple ?" asked a new voice, as the second nurse entered by another door.
Before Mrs.Henshaw could answer, Cyril, who had got to his feet, turned sharply.
"Is it--_who_ ?" he demanded.
"Oh! Oh, Mr.Henshaw," stammered the girl.

"I beg your pardon.