"Here she is, Mr. Heames," said the girl. And then Johnny found himself alone with his lady-love.
"You have sent for me, Mr. Eames," she said, giving her head a little toss, and turning her face away from him. "I was engaged upstairs, but I thought it uncivil not to come down to you as you sent for me so special."
"Yes, Miss Roper, I did want to see you very particularly."
"Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, and he understood fully that the exclamation referred to his having omitted the customary use of her Christian name.
"I saw your mother before dinner, and I told her that I am going away the day after to-morrow."
"We all know about that;—to the earl's, of course!" And then there was another chuck of her head.
"And I told her also that I had made up my mind not to come back to Burton Crescent."
"What! leave the house altogether!"
"Well; yes. A fellow must make a change sometimes, you know."
"And where are you going, John?"
"That I don't know as yet."
"Tell me the truth, John; are you going to be married? Are you—going—to marry—that young woman,—Mr. Crosbie's leavings? I demand to have an answer at once. Are you going to marry her?"
He had determined very resolutely that nothing she might say should make him angry, but when she thus questioned him about "Crosbie's leavings" he found it very difficult to keep his temper. "I have not come," said he, "to speak to you about any one but ourselves."
"That put-off won't do with me, sir. You are not to treat any girl you may please in that sort of way;—oh, John!" Then she looked at him as though she did not know whether to fly at him and cover him with kisses, or to fly at him and tear his hair.
"I know I haven't behaved quite as I should have done," he began.
"Oh, John!" and she shook her head. "You mean, then, to tell me that you are going to marry her?"
"I mean to say nothing of the kind. I only mean to say that I am going away from Burton Crescent."
