I hadn't the faintest idea--"
"May I apply to Mrs. Bingle to-morrow?" she asked nervously,
interrupting him with unintentional rudeness. "I have no references to
give as a governess, but I--I think I can convince Mrs. Bingle that I
would be quite capable. Do you think there would be a chance for me if
I--"
Mr. Bingle broke in once more, this time with acute enthusiasm. "Don't
wait till to-morrow," he exclaimed. "Do it to-day! To-morrow may be
too late. Harkins, drive to the nearest public telephone. We will call
up the intelligence office and see if Mrs. Bingle has been there yet.
If she hasn't--"
"Is she looking for a governess in an intelligence office?" cried Miss
Colgate, in dismay.
"Certainly! Where else? Oh, I see," he made haste to add, sensing her
expression; "it isn't the place to find high-grade governesses, eh?
Well, all the better for us! We'll head her off. Climb in, Miss--Miss--"
"Fairweather, Mr. Bingle," said she, and it was the first time in two
years that she had called herself by that name. Of all the millions of
human beings in New York, but one knew that her name was Fairweather--
and she had quarrelled with him.
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