Bingle, who appeared
to be sleeping comfortably for the first time in twenty-four hours. In
fact, he informed them that he thought it would be a mistake to break
the news to her while her cold was so bad; as for himself, he didn't
mind waiting a week or two--not in the least--if it was all the same
to Mr. Sigsbee.
It was Melissa who broke the news to Mrs. Bingle, and it was at once
apparent that it was not a mistake to do so. The good lady improved so
rapidly that she sent for the expensive Dr. Fiddler, dismissing the
cheap Dr. Smith, and by seven o'clock that evening declared that she
had never felt better in all of her life.
"I suppose you'll fire me now, Mr. Bingle," Melissa had said
dejectedly. "With all that money, you'll be wanting high-priced
servants."
"Quite so," said Mr. Bingle magnificently. "Much higher-priced,
Melissa."
"You'll never find any one that loves you more than I do," began
Melissa, on the verge of tears.
"Allow me," interrupted Mr. Bingle, with a sweep of the hand. "The
highest priced servant in our employ is to be Melissa Taylor, which is
you, my girl.
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