"Oh, cuss it! Never mind; most's gone on to my trousers. She said
that? And to think we never thought of it! Where is she? When'll she
be back?"
"I don't know. But she says she's going to leave to-morrow, and
looks as if she meant it, too. Hadn't I better send to Mrs. Clover?"
Gammon reflected.
"I tell you what, send and ask her to come here to-night; say it's
very important. We'll have them face to face--by jorrocks, we
will!"
"Polly mayn't be 'ome before half-past ten or eleven."
"Never mind. I tell you we'll have them face to face. If it comes to
that I'll pay for a cab for Mrs. Clover to go home in. Tell her to
be here at eight. Stop. You mustn't have the trouble; I can very
well go round myself. Yes, I'll go myself and arrange it."
"It may be a lie," remarked Mrs. Bubb.
"So it may be, but somehow I don't think so. The rummiest thing that
that never came into my head! I shouldn't be a bit surprised if
Clover ain't living in Belgrave Square, or some such place. Just the
kind of thing that happens with these mysterious johnnies.
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