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They walked side by side in silence, until they reached their lodgings. Then she threw off her hat and jacket, and sat down on the horsehair sofa and said abruptly: "I can't do it, Joe; and I won't. So don't ask me." "Wait a bit wait a bit, Lotty, my love. Don't be in a hurry, now. Don't say rash things, there's a good girl."
Clearly he had been getting into some sort of a tangle, and she was grateful to Lotty for stopping her in time at dinner from saying something hopelessly complicating. But whatever he had been getting into he was out of it now; his face and Rose's face had the same light in them. "I shall adore you for ever now," said Frederick. Scrap smiled. "Shall you?" she said.
Anywhere at that moment, among all the well-known beauties, she would have been lovely. Nobody could have put her in the shade, blown out her light that evening; she was too evidently shining. Lotty bent close to Scrap's ear, and whispered. "Love," she whispered. Scrap nodded. "Yes," she said, under her breath. She was obliged to admit it. You only had to look at Rose to know that here was Love.
Then Kate Lumley occurred to her. She caught at Kate as at a straw. "It would have been delightful," she said, faintly smiling at Briggs she could not in decency not smile, at least a little, but even a little betrayed the dimple, and Briggs's eyes became more fixed than ever "I'm only wondering if there is room." "Yes, there is," said Lotty. "There's Kate Lumley's room."
But her mother did not observe the falling of her countenance, nor yet the incomplete sentence. "Ida, have I been a bad mother to you?" Lotty sobbed out presently. "If I was to die, would you be sorry?" "Mother!" "I've done my best, indeed I've done my best for yon! How many mothers like me would have brought you up as I've done? How many, I'd like to know?
It occurred to her as it did not occur to the others, that he might take to bad ways and be a lost man, like Jem Wade the carpenter, after her pretty, flighty sister Lotty had given him the sack. Nothing less than that might be the end of this day's work. But such a way of looking on a lover and his woes was far from the thoughts of Bella's young mistresses.
There he was, going into that small, uncomfortable room every night, that room whose proximities had been Lotty's only misgiving, and coming out of it in the morning, and Lotty coming out of it too, both of them as unclouded and as nice to each other as when they went in.
Sometimes her family were invited in to help eat up a too bounteous feast of successes, or Lotty would be privately dispatched with a batch of failures, which were to be concealed from all eyes in the convenient stomachs of the little Hummels.
Nobody had cared whether she did or not, except perhaps Lotty. Yes; Lotty had cared, and had wanted her to be happy; but Lotty seemed to produce a bad effect on Mrs. Fisher, while as for Rose herself she had never been with her for five minutes without wanting, really wanting, to provoke and oppose her. How very horrid she had been. She had behaved unpardonably.
Ida had raised her eyes with a look of love and proud confidence. Lotty shrank before her, clutched convulsively at the bed-clothes, then half raised herself and dashed her head with fearful violence against the wall by which the bed stood. She fell back, half stunned, and lay on the pillows, whilst the child, with outstretched hands, gazed horror-struck.
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