"You do well to qualify. Would you not prefer to go of your own volition than to have me inform my aunt who you are--what you are?" He shook his head. "I won't resign now," he said. "And so show yourself a fool as well as--" She did not speak the word, but it trembled on the sweet passionate lips. He did not answer. "Suppose," she went on, "I offer you the chance and do not speak, if you will go--immediately?" "I can't," he answered. Her brows bent; her little hand seemed to clench. But he stood without looking at her, appearing absorbed in a tiny bit of cloud in the sky. "Very well!" she said, a dangerous glint in her eyes. He looked quite insignificant at the moment; she was far above him; his clothes were threadbare, the way thieves' clothes, or pickpockets', usually are. "If you expect any mercy from me--" she began. But she did not finish; a figure, approaching, caught her eye--the handsome stalwart figure of a man; whose features lighted at sight of her. "Ah, Miss Dalrymple!" Her face changed. "An unexpected pleasure, Prince," she said with almost an excess of gaiety. He answered in kind; she came down the steps quickly, offering him her hand. And as he gallantly raised the small perfumed fingers to his lips, Mr. Heatherbloom seemed to fade away into the dark subterranean entrance. CHAPTER IV FATE AT THE DOOR Although Mr. Heatherbloom waited expectantly that day for his dismissal, it did not come. This surprised him somewhat; then he reflected that Miss Elizabeth Dalrymple was probably so absorbed in the prince--remembering her rather effusive greeting of that fortunate individual--she had forgotten such a small matter as having the dog valet ejected from the premises. She would remember on the morrow, of course. But she didn't! The hours passed, and he was suffered to go about the even, or uneven, tenor of his way. This he did mechanically; he scrubbed and combed Beauty beautifully. With a dire sense of fate knocking at the door, he passed her on to Miss Van Rolsen, to be freshly be-ribboned by that lady's own particular hand. The thin bony finger he thought would be pointed accusingly at him, busied itself solely with the knots and bows of a new ribbon; after which the grim lady dismissed him--from her presence, not the house--curtly. Several days went by; still no one accused him; he was still suffered to remain. Why? He could not understand. At the end of a long--seemingly interminable week--he put himself deliberately in the way of finding out. Coming to, or going from the house, he lingered around the area entrance, purposely to encounter her whom he had heretofore, above all others, wished to avoid. A feverish desire possessed him to meet the worst, and then go about his way, no matter where it might lead him. He was past solicitude in that regard. He did at length manage to meet her--not as before in the full daylight but toward dusk, as she returned, this time on foot, to the house.