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"Because of her quarrel? Because she was ashamed of her part in it?" "Oh, no. There was nothing for her to be ashamed of. But the Farlows had found the place for her, and she didn't want them to know how suddenly she'd had to leave, and how badly Mrs. Murrett had behaved. She was in a terrible plight the woman had even kept back her month's salary.
She had the gift of rapid definition, and his questions as to the life she had led with the Farlows, during the interregnum between the Hoke and Murrett eras, called up before him a queer little corner of Parisian existence.
"Ah " he groaned, with a sharp perception of all the sordid dangers that might attend such a break with Mrs. Murrett. "And without a character!" she added, as she slipped her arms into the jacket. "And without a trunk, as it appears but didn't you say that, before going, there'd be time for another look at the station?"
"Oh, on that score I'm afraid I sha'n't be of much use. As I told you, she was a mere shadow in the background of the house I saw her in and that was four or five years ago..." "When she was with a Mrs. Murrett?" "Yes; an appalling woman who runs a roaring dinner-factory that used now and then to catch me in its wheels.
I escaped from them long ago; but in my time there used to be half a dozen fagged 'hands' to tend the machine, and Miss Viner was one of them. I'm glad she's out of it, poor girl!" "Then you never really saw anything of her there?" "I never had the chance. Mrs. Murrett discouraged any competition on the part of her subordinates." "Especially such pretty ones, I suppose?"
In spite of the experiences she must have had, and of the twenty-four years to which she owned, she struck him as intrinsically young; and he wondered how so evanescent a quality could have been preserved in the desiccating Murrett air. As the play progressed he noticed that her immobility was traversed by swift flashes of perception.
She seemed to guess his thought. "You don't like my saying that you came for Lady Ulrica?" she asked, leaning over the table to pour herself a second cup of tea. He liked her quickness, at any rate. "It's better," he laughed, "than your thinking I came for Mrs. Murrett!" "Oh, we never thought anybody came for Mrs. Murrett!
Murrett dragged me down unexpectedly to fill a place at dinner, I suddenly thought I'd try spinning around like that, and say to every one: 'WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME? And, do you know, they were all taken in, including Mrs. Murrett, who didn't recognize my old turned and dyed rags, and told me afterward it was awfully bad form to dress as if I were somebody that people would expect to know!
Farlow seemed to think that I should find her here." "It was all so sudden that I don't suppose she had time to let the Farlows know. She didn't get Mrs. Murrett's wire till yesterday, and she just pitched her things into a trunk and rushed " "Mrs. Murrett?" "Why, yes. Sophy's gone to India with Mrs. Murrett; they're to meet at Brindisi," Sophy's sister said with a calm smile.
"I used to pass you on the stairs," she reminded him. Yes: he had seen her slip by he recalled it now as he dashed up to the drawing-room in quest of Lady Ulrica. The thought made him steal a longer look. How could such a face have been merged in the Murrett mob?
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