When he
suggested that they should wait and see Mrs. Bingle, they asked him to
say good-bye for them, and made for the door, crowding one another
rudely in their eagerness to be off. Brown saved the situation for
herself and her companions by shrilly declaring that she would drop
him a line from New York, advising him where to send her money and the
reference, and for him not to bother now, she would trust him, of
course. And then they all trooped out of the library and rushed for
the front door. Three of them reached the outer air and were gone
forever, but one of them, Miss Stokes, was turned back by the
determined Watson, who clutched her by the arm and whispered a few
sharp, convincing sentences into her ear. She set down her suitcase
and began to cry, whereupon the footman kissed her and said that he'd
despise her if she didn't stand by Mr. Bingle now that he needed her
so much; and Stokes said that she was crying because she hated herself
for even thinking of leaving and that the other girls were the scum of
the earth, take it from her.
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