Lemuel remained motionless; but his glance sought the pitying eyes of the assembled women, and then dropped before the amaze that looked at him from those of Miss Carver. The porter kept roaring out his infamies. Berry spoke again. “Mrs. Harmon, do you want that fellow in there?” “No, goodness knows I don't, Mr. Berry.” “All right.” Berry swung the street-door open with his left hand, and seemed with the same gesture to lay his clutch upon the porter's collar. “Fire him out myself!” he exclaimed, and with a few swiftly successive jerks and bumps the burly shape of the porter was shot into the night. “I want you to get me an officer, Jerry,” he said, putting his head out after him. “There's been a blackguard makin' a row here. Never mind your hat! Go!” “Oh, my good gracious, Mr. Berry!” gasped Mrs. Harmon, “what have you done?” “If it's back pay, Mrs. Harmon, we'll pass round the hat. Don't you be troubled. That fellow wasn't fit to be in a decent house.” Berry stopped a moment and looked at Lemuel. The art-students did not look at him at all; they passed on upstairs with Berry. The other ladies remained to question and to comment. Mrs. Harmon's nephew, to whom the uproar seemed to have penetrated in his basement, came up and heard the story from them. He was quite decided. He said that Mr. Berry had done right. He said that he was tired of having folks damn his aunt up hill and down dale; and that if Jerry had kept on a great deal longer, he would have said something to him himself about it. The ladies justified him in the stand he took; they returned to the parlour to talk it all over, and he went back to his basement. Mrs. Harmon, in tears, retired to her room, and Lemuel was left standing alone in his office. The mate stole softly to him from the background of the elevator, where he had kept himself in safety during the outbreak. “Look here, mate. This thing been about your ringin' me in here?” “Oh, go away, go away!” Lemuel huskily entreated. “Well, that's what I intend to do. I don't want to stay here and git you into no more trouble, and I know that's what's been done. You never done me no harm, and I don't want to do you none. I'm goin' right up to your room to git my clo'es, and then I'll skip.” “It won't do any good now. It'll only make it worse. You'd better stay now. You must.” “Well, if you say so, mate.”