A slovenly girl, one of his own neighbors, brought him a bit of paper, with a line written in pencil.
"'Tis from a lady, who waits below," said the girl.
Mrs.Woffington went again to the window, and there she saw getting out of a coach, and attended by James Burdock, Mabel Vane, who had sent up her name on the back of an old letter.
"What shall I do ?" said Triplet, as soon as he recovered the first stunning effects of this _contretemps._ To his astonishment, Mrs.
Woffington bade the girl show the lady upstairs.

The girl went down on this errand.
"But _you_ are here," remonstrated Triplet.

"Oh, to be sure, you can go into the other room.

There is plenty of time to avoid her," said Triplet, in a very natural tremor.

"This way, madam!" Mrs.Woffington stood in the middle of the room like a statue.
"What does she come here for ?" said she, sternly.