But what was he doing here? She put the candle on the table, and taking her head between her hands sat down to think. The explanation of the thing came to her with a rush. It was with this Mr. Y. that Percy had gone to the Kneipe. A mistake had been made. Mr. Y. had been brought back to Percy's address. Percy at this very moment-- The terrible possibilities of the situation swam before her. Returning to Dolly's room, she dressed herself hastily, and silently crept downstairs. Finding, fortunately, a passing night-cab, she drove to the address of Mrs. Y. Telling the man to wait, she flew upstairs and rang persistently at the bell. It was opened as before by Mrs. Y., still in her tea-gown, and with her book still in her hand. "Mrs. X.!" exclaimed Mrs. Y. "Whatever brings you here?" "My husband!" was all poor Mrs. X. could think to say at the moment, "is he here?" "Mrs. X.," returned Mrs. Y., drawing herself up to her full height, "how dare you?" "Oh, please don't misunderstand me!" pleaded Mrs. X. "It's all a terrible mistake. They must have brought poor Percy here instead of to our place, I'm sure they must. Do please look and see." "My dear," said Mrs. Y., who was a much older woman, and more motherly, "don't excite yourself. They brought him here about half an hour ago, and, to tell you the truth, I never looked at him. He is in here. I don't think they troubled to take off even his boots. If you keep cool, we will get him downstairs and home without a soul beyond ourselves being any the wiser." Indeed, Mrs. Y. seemed quite eager to help Mrs. X. She pushed open the door, and Mrs. X, went in. The next moment she came out with a white, scared face. "It isn't Percy," she said. "Whatever am I to do?" "I wish you wouldn't make these mistakes," said Mrs. Y., moving to enter the room herself. Mrs. X. stopped her. "And it isn't your husband either." "Nonsense," said Mrs. Y. "It isn't really," persisted Mrs. X. "I know, because I have just left him, asleep on Percy's bed." "What's he doing there?" thundered Mrs. Y. "They brought him there, and put him there," explained Mrs. X., beginning to cry. "That's what made me think Percy must be here." The two women stood and looked at one another; and there was silence for awhile, broken only by the snoring of the gentleman the other side of the half-open door. "Then who is that, in there?" demanded Mrs. Y., who was the first to recover herself. "I don't know," answered Mrs. X., "I have never seen him before. Do you think it is anybody you know?" But Mrs. Y. only banged to the door. "What are we to do?" said Mrs. X. "I know what _I_ am going to do," said Mrs. Y. "I'm coming back with you to fetch my husband." "He's very sleepy," explained Mrs. X. "I've known him to be that before," replied Mrs. Y., as she fastened on her cloak. "But where's Percy?" sobbed poor little Mrs. X., as they descended the stairs together.