"
Campbell: "I don't believe you know how long you'd been reading. Very
likely your cook's come and gone."
Roberts, with some alarm: "She couldn't. I'd only just opened the
book."
Campbell: "I dare say you _think_ so. But you'd better cast your eagle
eye over this assemblage now, and see if she isn't here; though
probably she's gone. What sort of looking woman is she?"
Roberts, staring at him in consternation: "Bless my soul! I don't
know! I never saw her!"
Campbell: "Never saw her?"
Roberts: "No; Agnes engaged her at the intelligence-office, and told
her we should meet her here, and she had to go back for her purse, and
left me to explain."
Campbell: "Ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha! How did she expect you to recognize
her?"
Roberts: "I--I don't know, I'm sure. She--she was very anxious I
shouldn't let her get away."
Campbell, laughing: "You poor old fellow! What are you going to do?"
Roberts: "I'm sure I've no idea. Agnes--"
Campbell: "Agnes ought to have a keeper. You know what I've always
thought of _your_ presence of mind, Roberts; but Agnes--I'm really
surprised at Agnes. This is too good! I must tell Amy this. She'll
never get over this. Ah, ha, ha, ha!"
Roberts: "No, no! You mustn't, Willis.
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