The Aristocratic Miss Brewster by Joseph C. Lincoln

David Cummings did a great deal of thinking before, and after, he retired that night. And when, the following noon, he entered the bank he glanced toward Mary Brewster's desk with strong misgivings. He even wondered whether or not he should see her sitting at that desk. Benjamin had had an opportunity to tell his side of their interview and it was highly probable that the tale had thrown a most unfavorable light upon him, Cummings.

But Mary was there and nodded pleasantly as he entered. When, a little later, he found occasion to summon her to the directors' room on a business matter, her manner was free from embarrassment or constraint, and, although he purposely mentioned her brother's name in the course of their brief conversation, and watched her intently when he did so, that manner remained unchanged. It was hard to believe that Ben Brewster had not told his sister of his call at the house on Nickerson's Hill, that she was unaware of the scene which had taken place there the evening before, but he was forced to believe it. Nothing else could explain her attitude. She was as friendly and pleasant as always, and the reference to Benjamin merely caused her to mention the fact that he was not at all well that morning.