You understand!" "Yes, ma'am," replied Susan timidly, and obeyed the finger which pointed to the door.

Miss Loach listened to the girl's footsteps on the stairs, and sat down when she heard the front door close.

But she was up again almost in a moment and pacing the room.

Apparently the conversation with Susan Grant afforded her food for reflection.

And not very palatable food either, judging from her expression.
The newly-engaged servant returned that same afternoon to the suburban station, which tapped the district of Rexton.