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Sitting, standing, or on her knees, she wore the same preoccupied look, with ever and again a slight smile or a movement of the lips, as if she were recalling some conversation of special interest. Last Sunday she had had an adventure, the first of any real moment that had befallen her in London. She had arranged to go with Miss Eade on a steamboat up the river.
As it poured with rain all the morning, Monica the less regretted that she had been obliged to postpone her meeting with Widdowson. At breakfast-time she said good-bye to the three or four girls in whom she had any interest. Miss Eade was delighted to see her go. This rival finally out of the way, Mr. Bullivant might perchance turn his attention to the faithful admirer who remained.
It was Miss Eade. 'I want to speak to you, Miss Madden. Where did you go with Mr. Bullivant this morning? The voice could not have been more distinctive of a London shop-girl; its tone signified irritation. 'With Mr. Bullivant? I went nowhere with him. 'But I saw you both get into the bus in Kennington Park Road. 'Did you? Monica returned coldly. 'I can't help it if Mr.
'Nothing whatever. Miss Eade moved sullenly away, not more than half convinced. Long after Monica's disappearance she strayed about the platform and the approaches to the station. Her brother was slow in arriving.
These other damsels had, at present, more exalted views, for they were all younger than Miss Eade. Just before one o'clock, when silence had reigned for a quarter of an hour, there entered with much bustle the last occupant of the bedroom. She was a young woman with a morally unenviable reputation, though some of her colleagues certainly envied her.
'Nothing at all; except that he wished to know where I was going, which was no business of his. I did what I could for you. I told him that if he asked you to go up the river with him I felt sure you wouldn't refuse. 'Oh, you did! Miss Eade threw up her head. 'I don't think it was a very delicate thing to say. 'You are very unreasonable.
Don't be unkind, Miss Madden! Monica turned back again. 'If I were you, I wouldn't be so silly. I can't do more than assure you and promise you that I shall never listen to Mr. Bullivant. 'But what did he say about me, dear? 'Nothing. Miss Eade kept a mortified silence. 'You had much better not think of him at all. I would have more pride. I wish I could make you see him as I do.
But the girl no longer dressed as in those days; cheap finery of the 'loudest' description arrayed her form, and it needed little scrutiny to perceive that her thin cheeks were artificially reddened. The surprise of the meeting was not Monica's only reason for evincing embarrassment. Seeing that Miss Eade was uncertain whether to make a sign of acquaintance, she felt it would be wiser to go by.
If it had been the other way about, I'd never have treated you like this, that I wouldn't. 'Good-night! They were close to the door by which Messrs. Scotcher's resident employees entered at night. Monica had taken out her latchkey. But Miss Eade could not endure the thought of being left in torturing ignorance. 'Do tell me! she whispered. 'I'll do anything for you I can.
Bullivant happened to be going the same way. 'Oh, very well! I thought you was to be trusted. It's nothing to me 'You behave very foolishly, Miss Eade, exclaimed the other, whose nerves at this moment would not allow her to use patience with the jealous girl. 'I can only tell you that I have never thought again of Mr. Bullivant since he left the bus somewhere in Clapham Road.
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