Minturn if I may speak with
her a moment."
"Shall I come back or stay there?" inquired Mickey.
"Come back," said Mr. Minturn. "I may need you."
Mickey stood before Mrs. Minturn.
"Please will you speak with Mr. Minturn a minute?"
"Excuse me Leslie," said the lady, rising, and entering the private room.
There she turned to Mickey. "I remember you very well," she said, with a
steady voice. "You needn't shrink from me. I've done all in my power to
atone. It will never be possible for me to think of forgiving myself; but
you'll forgive me, won't you?"
"Sure! Why lady, I'm awful sorry for you."
"I'm sorry for myself," said she. "What was it you wanted, Mr. Minturn?"
"Suppose you tell Mrs. Minturn about both your visits here," suggested Mr.
Minturn to Mickey.
"Sure!" said Mickey. "You see it was like this lady. This morning Mr.
Bruce's head is down, and if he doesn't get help before noon, he and Miss
Leslie and all those nice people are in trouble. I thought Mr. Minturn
ought to know, so I slipped in and told him.
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