33/36 It was opened as before by Mrs.Y., still in her tea-gown, and with her book still in her hand. "Whatever brings you here ?" "My husband!" was all poor Mrs.X.could think to say at the moment, "is he here ?" "Mrs.X.," returned Mrs.Y., drawing herself up to her full height, "how dare you ?" "Oh, please don't misunderstand me!" pleaded Mrs.X. They must have brought poor Percy here instead of to our place, I'm sure they must. Do please look and see." "My dear," said Mrs.Y., who was a much older woman, and more motherly, "don't excite yourself. |