"
"Of course, yes. Mustn't interrupt you. I suppose you're having a great
time, gassing away--I mean--well, good-bye!"
"Good-bye!"
Mrs. Hignett, frowning, for the interview had ruffled her and disturbed
that equable frame of mind which is so vital to the preparation of
lectures on Theosophy, sat down at the writing-table and began to go
through the notes which she had made overnight. She had hardly
succeeded in concentrating herself when the door opened to admit the
daughter of Erin once more.
"Ma'am there was a gentleman."
"This is intolerable!" cried Mrs. Hignett. "Did you tell him that I was
busy?"
"I did not. I loosed him into the dining-room."
"Is he a reporter from one of the newspapers?"
"He is not. He has spats and a tall-shaped hat. His name is Bream
Mortimer."
"Bream Mortimer!"
"Yes, ma'am. He handed me a bit of a kyard, but I dropped it, being
slippy from the dishes."
Mrs. Hignett strode to the door with a forbidding expression. This, as
she had justly remarked, was intolerable.
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