“No no. I understand,” returned Fledgeby. “The damage and waste question shall be settled first. It shall be made to pay; don’t you be afraid. Good day, Miss Jenny.”

“Good day, young man.”

Mr. Fledgeby’s prepossessing form withdrew itself; and the little dressmaker, clipping and snipping and stitching, and stitching and snipping and clipping, fell to work at a great rate; musing and muttering all the time.