"I'll never desert Micawber--Harlowe, I mean." "Look serious.

I am ready," said Grace softly.

Then she knocked imperatively upon the door.

There was a tense moment of waiting, then the door was opened by Kathleen West herself.

Her sharp face looked still sharper as she eyed her visitors with ill-concealed disapproval.
"Good evening, Miss West," said Grace with distant politeness.