Tell me now what you are up to, and I will make it the better for you." Mary had been trying hard to get at what he was "up to," but found herself quite bewildered.
"I am sorry, sir," she faltered, "but I haven't the slightest idea what you mean." "Then you go home," he said.

"I will send for you when I want you." The moment she was out of the room, he rang his bell violently.

Mewks appeared.
"Go after that young woman--do you hear?
You know her--Miss--damn it, what's her name ?--Harland or Cranston, or--oh, hang it! you know well enough, you rascal!" "Do you mean Miss Marston, sir ?" "Of course I do! Why didn't you say so before?
Go after her, I tell you; and make haste.

If she goes straight home--you know where--come back as soon as she's inside the door." "Yes, sir." "Damn you, go, or you'll lose sight of her!" "I'm a-listenin' after the street-door, sir.

It ain't gone yet.