That's the way I get through _my_ work." The girl stared and went softly out.

Work!--that?
Sitting at a table and just putting words on paper.

If it was beds he had to drag around now, or a dozen hungry, clamoring men to feed all at once, and all with the best cuts, or stairs to run up fifty times a day, or--but I need not fill out her thought.

It made her voluble in the kitchen and secured him the privacy which his incognito demanded.
His supper over, he waited feverishly for the coach, which ordinarily was due at seven in the evening.

To-night it bade fair to be late, owing to the bad condition of the roads and the early darkness.