that might hurt the girl. That was the sort of woman she was; thinking of everybody before herself.\"
\"Hm!\" said my mistress, \"and did they come?\"
\"Yes, Madame, and my mistress told me the girl was a dear—that was her own word, and she hoped she could really make friends with her.\"
\"Was Mr. Whittall present at this luncheon?\"
\"No, Madame. My mistress had fixed a day when she knew he would be out of town.\"
\"When was this?\"
that might hurt the girl. That was the sort of woman she was; thinking of everybody before herself.\"
\"Hm!\" said my mistress, \"and did they come?\"
\"Yes, Madame, and my mistress told me the girl was a dear—that was her own word, and she hoped she could really make friends with her.\"
\"Was Mr. Whittall present at this luncheon?\"
\"No, Madame. My mistress had fixed a day when she knew he would be out of town.\"
\"When was this?\"
