The apartment in which Emily was confined was lighted by windows of
stained glass, opening into the main office, so that there was no
immediate connection with the open air. This fact rendered the room so
secure that Dido rested perfectly easy from the fear of interruption,
save from the front of the building.
The colored guardian, having imbibed rather inordinately one day, was
disposed to court the favor of the sleepy god, and stretched herself at
full length upon one of the easy lounges of the office. Her eyelids
opened and closed languidly, as though she was about to sink away into
dreamy unconsciousness, when she was startled by a loud knocking at the
door.
"Who's dar?" shouted Dido, springing to her feet; for a visit to the
office, at this season of the year, was of rare occurrence.
"Open the door, Max," responded a voice from the outside.
"Mr. Maxwell not here, sar," said the colored lady, partly opening the
door.
"Not here!" returned the visitor, pushing into the office in spite of
the negress, who was disposed to prevent his entrance.
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