what I call 'em. Ever been out with him before?"
"Often, Mr. Smith-Parvis," she replied calmly. "I am sure you would like him if you knew him better. He is really a very—"
"Nonsense! He is a good chauffeur, I've no doubt,—Lawrie Carpenter says he's a treasure, but I've no desire to know him any better. And I don't like to think of you knowing him quite as well as you do, Miss Emsdale. See what I mean?"
"Perfectly. You mean that you will go to your mother with the report that I am not a fit person to be with the children. Isn't that what you mean?"
"Not at all. I'm not thinking of the kids. I'm thinking of myself. I'm pretty keen about you, and—"
"Aren't you forgetting yourself, Mr. Smith-Parvis?" she demanded curtly.
"Oh, I know there'd be a devil of a row if the mater ever dreamed that I— Oh, I say! Don't rush off in a huff. Wait a—"
But she had brushed past him and was swiftly ascending the second flight of stairs.
He stared after her in astonishment. He couldn't understand such stupidity, not even in a governess. There wasn't another girl in New York City, so far as he knew, who wouldn't have been pleased out of her boots to receive the significant mark of interest he was bestowing upon this lowly governess,—and here was she turning her back upon,— Why, what was the matter with her? He passed his hand over his brow and blinked a couple of times. And she only a paid governess! It was incredible.
