"Drive to Dr. Brodax's, Galpin, as quickly as possible," directed Stuyvesant's mother, and entered the car beside her son.
The footman closed the door and hopped up beside the chauffeur. He was very pink with excitement.
"Oh, for heaven's sake—" began her son furiously, but the closing of the door smothered the rest of the complaint.
"You may also take your notice, Trotter," said Mrs. Millidew the elder. "I can't put up with such behaviour as this."
"Very good, madam. I'm sorry. I—"
Miss Emsdale was walking away. He did not finish the sentence. His eyes were following her and they were full of concern.
"You may come to me tomorrow. Trotter," said Mrs. Millidew, the younger. "Now, don't glare at me, mother-in-law," she added peevishly. "You've dismissed him, so don't, for heaven's sake, croak about me stealing him away from you."
Trotter's employer closed her jaws with a snap, then opened them instantly to exclaim:
"No, you don't, my dear. I withdraw the notice. Trotter. You stay on with me. Drop Mrs. Millidew at her place first, and then drive me home. That's all right, Dolly. I don't care if it is out of our way. I wouldn't leave you alone with him for anything in the world."
Trotter sighed. Miss Emsdale had turned the corner.
