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Updated: May 19, 2025
Their first meeting was at Grady's quick-lunch counter in Faber Street, which they both frequented at one time, and the fact that each had ordered a ham sandwich, a cup of coffee, and a confection new to Grady's known as a Napoleon had led to conversation. Eda, of course, was the aggressor; she was irresistibly drawn, she would not be repulsed.
"What's the matter?" demanded Eda, as soon as she had recovered from her surprise. "Nothing," said Janet. "Only I'm in his office." "But what of it? You've got a right to look at his house, haven't you?" "Why yes, a right," Janet assented.
Eda would have been thrilled on learning of Ditmar's attentions, would have advocated the adoption of a campaign leading up to matrimony. In matrimony, for Eda, the soul was safe. Eda would have been horrified that Janet should have dallied with any other relationship; God would punish her.
Eda, though failing to apply this poetic parallel, when alone in her little room in the Welsh boarding-house often indulged in an ecstasy of speculation as to that man, hidden in the mists of the future, whose destiny it would be to awaken her friend.
Her feelings toward Ditmar were so mingled as to defy analysis, and several days went by before she could bring herself to inform Eda Rawle of the new business relationship in which she stood to the agent of the Chippering Mill. The sky was still bright as they walked out Warren Street after supper, Eda bewailing the trials of the day just ended: Mr.
"I shall come and live here, Frank. Oh! do come, and let us get chairs and a small table, and make it our sitting-room. We can come every day when the sun shines and read, or you can tell me the tales about spirits and fairies you spoke of!" "A good idea, Eda; but I fear we would need a stove to keep us warm. It strikes me it will make a capital ice-house in spring to keep our fresh meat in.
Frank fired away, literally, for he applied a piece of glowing charcoal to his pipe, and fired off half a dozen rapid puffs in reply, as it were, to his friend opposite. Then he began. "You remember, I daresay, that the day on which I left Ungava, last spring, was an unusually fine one just such a day, Eda, as those on which you and I and Chimo were wont to clamber up the berry-glen.
There were men-killers, too, usually to be found in pairs, in startling costumes they had been persuaded were the latest Paris models, imitations of French cocottes in Hampton, proof of the smallness of our modern world. Eda regarded them superciliously. "They'd like you to think they'd never been near a loom or a bobbin!" she exclaimed.
"And see this one, Eda he's a 'Harpy Eagle. There's somebody we know looks just like that. Wait a minute I'll tell you it's the woman who sits in the cashier's cage at Grady's." "If it sure isn't!" said Eda. "She has the same fluffy, light hair hairpins can't keep it down, and she looks at you in that same sort of surprised way with her head on one side when you hand in your check."
Sometimes on these walks especially if the day were grey and sombre Janet's sense of romance and adventure deepened, became more poignant, charged with presage. These feelings, vague and unaccountable, she was utterly unable to confide to Eda, yet the very fear they inspired was fascinating; a fear and a hope that some day, in all this Babel of peoples, something would happen!
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