"Oh, but, Mr. Grig," Lilian protested--and there was no sign of a tear this time--"we can’t possibly keep on closing. We had one complaint this morning about being closed last night. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you." "Now listen to me," Mr. Grig protested in his turn, petulantly. "Nothing worries me more than the idea that people are keeping things from me in order that I shan’t be worried. My sister was always doing that; she was incurable, but I’m not going to have it from anyone else. If you hide things, why are you silly enough to let out afterwards that you were hiding them and why you were hiding them? That’s what I can’t understand." "Sorry, Mr. Grig," Lilian apologized briefly and with sham humility, humouring the male in such a manner that he must know he was being humoured. His petulancy charmed her. It gave him youth, and gave her age and wisdom. He had good excuse for it--Miss Grig had been moved into a nursing home preparatory to an operation, and Gertie was stated to be very ill in his house--and she enjoyed excusing him. It was implicit in every tone of his voice that they were now definitely not on terms of employer and employee. "That’s all right! That’s all right!" he said, mollified by her discreet smile. "But close at six. I’m off." "I really don’t think we ought to close," she insisted, with firmness in her voice followed by persuasion in her features, and she brushed back her hair with a gesture of girlishness that could not be ineffective. He hesitated, frowning. She went on: "If it gets about that we’re closing night after night, we’re bound to lose a lot of customers. I can perfectly well stay here." "Yes! And be no use at all to-morrow!" "I should be here to-morrow just the same. If other girls can do it, why can’t I?" (A touch of harshness in the question.) "Oh, Milly!" she exclaimed, neglecting to call Milly Miss Merrislate, according to the custom by which in talking to the principals everybody referred to everybody else as "Miss." "Oh, Milly!"--Millicent appeared behind Mr. Grig at the door and he nervously made way for her--"here’s Mr. Grig wants to close again to-night! I’m sure we really oughtn’t to. I’ve told Mr. Grig I’ll stay--and be here to-morrow too. Don’t you agree we mustn’t close?" Millicent was flattered by the frank appeal as an equal from one whom she was already with annoyance beginning to regard as a superior. From timidity in Mr. Grig’s presence she looked down her too straight nose, but she nodded affirmatively her narrow head, and as soon as she had recovered from the disturbing novelty of deliberately opposing the policy of an employer she said to Lilian: "I’ll stay with you if you like. There’s plenty to do, goodness knows!" "You are a dear!" Lilian exclaimed, just as if they had been alone together in the room. "Oh, well, have it as you like!" Mr. Grig rasped, and left, defeated. "Is he vexed?" Milly demanded after he had gone.