CHAPTER X THE SEAMY SIDE.
About four o'clock on the following afternoon Mrs.Mortimer's maid, who had almost finished drying and dressing her mistress' hair, was called to the door by a persistent knocking, which at first she had been bidden to disregard.
It was Mortimer's man, desiring to know whether Mrs.Mortimer could receive Mr.Mortimer at once on matters of importance.
"No," said Leila petulantly.

"Tell Mullins to say that I can not see anybody," and catching a glimpse of the shadowy Mullins dodging about the dusky corridor: "What is the matter?
Is Mr.Mortimer ill ?" But Mullins could not say what the matter might be, and he went away, only to return in a few moments bearing a scratchy note from his master, badly blotted and still wet; and Leila, with a shrug of resignation, took the blotched scrawl daintily between thumb and forefinger and unfolded it.

Behind her, the maid, twisting up the masses of dark, fragrant hair, read the note very easily over her mistress' shoulder.

It ran, without preliminaries: "I'm going to talk to you, whether you like it or not.

Do you understand that?
If you want to know what's the matter with me you'll find out fast enough.