"Get out of the way, mother," roared Stuyvesant. "Let me at him! Don't hold me! I'll break his infernal neck--Shut up!" His voice sank to a hoarse whisper. "We don't want the police. Shut up, I say! My God, don't make a scene!" "Splendid!" cried Mrs. Millidew, the younger, enthusiastically, addressing herself to Trotter. "Perfectly splendid!" Trotter, himself once more, calmly stepped to the back of the car to see what, if any, damage Stuyvesant had done to the polished surface! Mrs. Smith-Parvis advanced. Her eyes were blazing. "You filthy brute!" she exclaimed. Up to this instant, Miss Emsdale had not moved. She was very white and breathless. Now her eyes flashed ominously. "Don't you dare call him a brute," she cried out. Mrs. Smith-Parvis gasped, but was speechless in the face of this amazing defection. Stuyvesant opened his lips to speak, but observing that the traffic policeman at the Fifth Avenue corner was looking with some intensity at the little group, changed his mind and got into the automobile. "Come on!" he called out. "Get in here, both of you. I'll attend to this fellow later on. Come on, I say!" "How dare you speak to me in that manner?" flared Mrs. Smith-Parvis, turning from Trotter to the girl. "What do you mean, Miss Emsdale? Are you defending this--" "Yes, I am defending him," cried Jane, passionately. "He--he didn't do half enough to him." "Good girl!" murmured Trotter, radiant. "That will do!" said Mrs. Smith-Parvis imperiously. "I shall not require your services after today, Miss Emsdale." "Oh, good Lord, mother,--don't be a fool," cried Stuyvesant. "Let me straighten this thing out. I--" "As you please, madam," said Jane, drawing herself up to her full height. "Drive to Dr. Brodax's, Galpin, as quickly as possible," directed Stuyvesant's mother, and entered the car beside her son. The footman closed the door and hopped up beside the chauffeur. He was very pink with excitement. "Oh, for heaven's sake--" began her son furiously, but the closing of the door smothered the rest of the complaint. "You may also take your notice, Trotter," said Mrs. Millidew the elder. "I can't put up with such behaviour as this." "Very good, madam. I'm sorry. I--" Miss Emsdale was walking away. He did not finish the sentence. His eyes were following her and they were full of concern. "You may come to me tomorrow, Trotter," said Mrs. Millidew, the younger. "Now, don't glare at me, mother-in-law," she added peevishly. "You've dismissed him, so don't, for heaven's sake, croak about me stealing him away from you." Trotter's employer closed her jaws with a snap, then opened them instantly to exclaim: "No, you don't, my dear. I withdraw the notice, Trotter. You stay on with me. Drop Mrs. Millidew at her place first, and then drive me home. That's all right, Dolly. I don't care if it is out of our way. I wouldn't leave you alone with him for anything in the world." Trotter sighed. Miss Emsdale had turned the corner.