"I saw her go in there,and I followed her,"she continued almost in a whisper."She sort of started,but spoke up in her cool way,'I wish to look over father's clothes and see if anything needs attention.'
'Thank you,Mrs.Evringham,but everything is in order,'I said,very respectful.'Well,leave it for me next time,Mrs.Forbes,'she says.
'I shall take care of him while I am here.''Thank you,'says I,'but he wouldn't want your visit interfered with by that kind of work.'She looked at me sort of suspicious and haughty.'I prefer to do it,'she answers,trying to look holes in me with her big eyes.'Then will you ask him,please,'said I very polite,'before I give you the keys,because we've got into habits here.I've taken care of Mr.Evringham's clothes for fifteen years.'She looked kind of set back.'Is it so long?'she asks.'Well,I will see about it.'But I guess the right time for seeing about it never came,"added the housekeeper knowingly.
"You're still doing business at the old stand,eh?"rejoined Zeke.
"Well,I'm glad you like your job.It's my opinion that the governor's harder--""Ahem,ahem!"Mrs.Forbes cleared her throat with desperate loudness and tugged at her son's shirt sleeve with an energy which caused him to wheel.
Coming up the sunny driveway was a tall man with short,scrupulously brushed iron-gray hair,and sweeping mustache.The lines under his eyes were heavy,his glance was cold.His presence was dignified,commanding,repellent.