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The man with the steady face was listening intently, and she realized he was doing so and that, somehow, it was well that he should. "I do not think there is time for any one to sit down," she said, speaking more quickly than before. "It is not only that she has not come back. Fraulein Hirsch has presented her to one of her old employers-a Lady Etynge. Robin was delighted with her.
He offered it to her with rigid punctiliousness of manner. He did not even look at her. He led her out of the room and down the three flights of stairs. As they passed by the open drawing-room door, the lovely woman who had called herself Lady Etynge stood near it and watched them with eyes no longer gentle.
Fraulein Hirsch, standing near her, looked furtively at all the benches round the circle, giving no incautiously interested glance to any one of them in particular. Presently, however, she said: "I think that is Lady Etynge sitting on the third bench from here. I said to you that I had heard she was in London. I wonder if her daughter is still in the Convent at Tours?"
She believed that Miss Gareth-Lawless and Helene would be delighted with each other, if they met, and her impression was that Lady Etynge privately hoped they would become friends.
Lady Etynge was so kind. She wondered if it would seem gauche and too informal to speak now. She stood quite upright and still, though her voice was not quite steady when she began. "Lady Etynge," she said, "you remember what Fraulein Hirsch said about girls who wish to support themselves? I I am one of them. I want very much to earn my own living. I think I am well educated.
She did not look displeased, but there was something in her face which made Robin afraid that she was, perhaps, after all, not the girl who was fortunate enough to quite "do." She felt her hopes raised a degree, however, when Lady Etynge smiled at her. "Do you know, I feel that is very pretty of you!" she said.
Perhaps, out of tactful consideration for the feelings of Fraulein Hirsch who would not "do" because she was neither bright, nor pretty, nor a girl Lady Etynge touched but lightly on her idea that she might find a sort of sublimated young companion for her daughter. "It would be difficult to advertise for what one wants," she said. "Yes.
As she did so, she started from her comfortable chair in amazement and some alarm. The room had become so much darker that it must be getting late. How careless and silly she had been. Where was Fraulein Hirsch? "I am only a strange girl and Lady Etynge might so easily have forgotten me," passed through her mind.
She described the beauty of the interior of the house, its luxury and convenience, and the charms of the suite of apartments prepared for Helene. She thought the number of the house was No. 97 A. Lady Etynge was the kindest employer she had ever had.
He showed her a photograph of the woman she would find sitting on a particular bench, and he required she should look at it long enough to commit the face to memory. It was that of a quietly elegant woman with gentle eyes. "She will call herself Lady Etynge," he said. "You are to remember that you once taught her little girl in Paris. There must be no haste and no mistakes.
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