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"Why? What can he have to say to my mother?" cried Isabella, in surprise.,"So it was you whom he went to see on business to-night?","Yes. You owe it to me--your second father--to tell the truth. You owe it to your dead brother's memory--for assuredly Maurice was your brother.","Under the bed! Are you sure?" said Jen, greatly startled by this information.,"Nor will you--after midday to-morrow. But you will regret if you do not grant me this interview.","Mrs. Dallas?" cried David, starting from his seat. "Did she steal the devil-stick?","No, no!" said Jen, hastily. "Do not bring any one here as yet, David. We must think of this poor girl. Take her home at once. When you are both out of the house I shall give the alarm. You understand--no one must know that Miss Dallas has been in my house at this hour.","She may even be able to do that," replied Isabella, seriously. "My mother is afraid of her, and is often influenced in her decisions by Dido.",Judith flew back to his side, pushing Patricia ahead to Elinor.,"What a crowd!" exclaimed Elinor, as they pushed their way to the cloak room. "I hope the floor won't be too full for dancing!",Patricia nodded as she held the door wide for Elinor. "Griffin said she'd be ready for us, and Margaret Howes is coming straight down from composition class.","Like the fool she is," said the doctor, putting on his hat. "Well, I am going. Will you see me to-morrow morning?".