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They were to meet at the Battersea Park landing-stage at half-past two. But Miss Eade did not keep her appointment, and Monica, unwilling to lose the trip, started alone. She disembarked at Richmond and strayed about for an hour or two, then had a cup of tea and a bun. As it was still far too early to return, she went down to the riverside and seated herself on one of the benches.
'I hope she will enjoy herself, said Mr. Bullivant, with careful civility. 'But of course she won't enjoy it very much if she has to go alone. As you have no particular engagement, Mr. Bullivant, wouldn't it be kind to ? The suggestion was incomplete, but intelligible. 'I couldn't ask Miss Eade to let me accompany her, said the young man gravely. 'Oh, I think you could. She would like it.
I thought perhaps you might have come across him. 'No, I haven't. Now I must say good-bye. That lady is waiting for me. Miss Eade nodded, but immediately altered her mind and checked Monica as she was turning away. 'You wouldn't mind telling me what your married name may be? 'That really doesn't concern you, Miss Eade, replied the other stiffly. 'I must go
Died in 1881, aged 78 years.’ The old house immediately becomes invested with great interest to one who has spent many enraptured hours over the pages of the writer whose association with Norwich has been thus commemorated by Sir Peter Eade. “The house itself is of somewhat ancient date, and its external appearance affords little indication of its size and the comfort of its arrangement within.
The low burning gas showed her that only one bed had an occupant, who appeared to be asleep. Softly she went to the window, drew the blind aside, and looked down into the street. But Widdowson had disappeared. He might of course be on this side of the way. 'Who's that? suddenly asked a voice from the occupied bed. The speaker was Miss Eade. Monica looked at her, and nodded. 'You?
'Is it a name as you're ashamed to let out? Monica walked away to the bookstall. When she had joined her sister, she became aware that Miss Eade was keeping her in sight. 'Let us buy a book, she said, 'and go home again. The rain won't stop. They selected a cheap volume, and, having their return tickets, moved towards the departure platform.
Let us walk about and look at things. We'll buy something at the bookstall to take back. As they turned again towards the platform, Monica was confronted by a face which she at once recognized, though it had changed noticeably in the eighteen months since she last saw it. The person was Miss Eade, her old acquaintance at the shop.
You can trust Miss M. to keep her eyes open. She's one of the sly and quiet 'uns. 'Oh, is she? murmured another enviously. 'She's just one of those as gets made a fool of that's my opinion. The point was argued for some minutes. It led to talk about Miss Eade, who was treated with frank contempt because of her ill-disguised pursuit of a mere counter-man.
Her expression was one of trouble. 'Where shall you spend the day, Mr. Bullivant? she asked length, with an effort to seem unconcerned. 'I really don't know. 'I should think it would be very nice up the river. And she added diffidently, 'Miss Eade is going to Richmond. 'Is she? he replied vaguely. 'At least she wished to go if she could find a companion.
Monica motioned to Miss Eade, who followed her towards a more retired spot. 'You have left the shop? 'Left I should think so. Nearly a year ago. I told you I shouldn't stand it much longer. Are you married? 'Yes. Monica did not understand why the girl should eye her so suspiciously. 'You are? said Miss Eade. 'Nobody that I know, I suppose? 'Quite a stranger to you.
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