She preceding, and Madam Bowker ascending statelily afterward, they went up and were presently alone in Margaret's pretty rose and gold boudoir, with the outer door closed.
"Now!" exclaimed Madam Bowker.
"Not so loud, please," suggested the tranquil Margaret, "unless you wish Selina to hear." She pointed to the door ajar.

"She's sewing in there." "Send the woman away," commanded the old lady.
But Margaret merely closed the door.

"Well, Grandmother ?" "Sit at this desk," ordered the old lady, pointing with the ebony staff, "and write a note to that man Craig, breaking the engagement.

Say you have thought it over and have decided it is quite impossible.

And to-morrow morning you go to New York with me." Margaret seated herself on the lounge instead.