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"Is she VERY bad?" "I shall never mention her to you again," he returned with dignity. "You may believe I won't speak of her! So father doesn't know?" the girl added. "Doesn't know what?" "That I said what I did to Mrs. Churchley." He had a momentary pause. "I don't think so, but you must find out for yourself." "I shall find out," said Adela. "But what had Mrs. Churchley to do with it?"
When the door opened for her she saw her brother on the step, and they looked at each other in surprise, each finding it on the part of the other an odd hour for Prince's Gate. Godfrey remarked that Mrs. Churchley would have enough of the family, and Adela answered that she would perhaps have too much. None the less the young man went in while his sister took her way home.
There were mothers who thought every one wanted to marry their eldest son, and the girl sought to be clear as to whether she herself belonged to the class of daughters who thought every one wanted to marry their father. Her companions left her alone; and though she didn't want to be near them it angered her that Mrs. Churchley didn't call her. That proved she was conscious of the situation.
Her brother had faced round to her again; he started a little at this, and again, at one of the candles, lighted his cigarette, which had gone out. She looked at him a moment; then he said something that surprised her. "Is Mrs. Churchley very rich?" "I haven't the least idea. What on earth has that to do with it?" Godfrey puffed his cigarette. "Does she live as if she were?"
Her mother was dead but it killed her again. So one morning at eleven o'clock, when she knew her father was writing letters, she went out quietly and, stopping the first hansom she met, drove to Prince's Gate. Mrs. Churchley was at home, and she was shown into the drawing-room with the request that she would wait five minutes.
"She's very kind, very good." "To thrust herself upon us when we hate her? Is that what you call kind? Is that what you call decent?" "Oh I don't hate her" and he turned away as if she bored him. She called the next day on Mrs. Churchley, designing to break out somehow, to plead, to appeal "Oh spare us! have mercy on us! let him alone! go away!" But that wasn't easy when they were face to face.
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