'Well, Miss Milton, perhaps I do. Describe him.'
'I don't believe Annie ever told me his name, but she was talking about him at our house yesterday.'
'But I wasn't there, Miss Milton.'
'No,' said Miss Milton, 'but he's got the next place to yours in the country.'
I positively leapt from my seat.
'Why, good gracious, Carter himself, you mean!' cried Dinnerly, laughing. 'Well, that is a good 'un—ha-ha-ha!'
She turned a stony glare on me.
'Do you live next to Mr. Dinnerly in the country?' she asked.
I would have denied it if Dinnerly had not been there. As it was I blew my nose.
'I wonder,' said Miss Milton, 'what has become of Aunt Emily.'
'Miss Milton,' said I, 'by a happy chance you have enjoyed a luxury. You have told the man what you think of him.'
'Yes,' said she; 'and I have only to add that he is also a hypocrite.'
Pleasant, wasn't it? Yet Mrs. Hilary says it was my fault! That's a woman all over!
