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"It would be nice," agreed the girl so soon as she had recovered power of speech; "it's just the time of day I like." "Don't be longer than the half hour," added Mrs. Pennycherry. Forty-eight Bloomsbury Square, assembled after dinner in the drawing-room, discussed the stranger with that freedom and frankness characteristic of Forty-eight Bloomsbury Square, towards the absent.
Pennycherry, peeping from the area and catching a glimpse, above the railings, of a handsome if somewhat effeminate masculine face, hastened to readjust her widow's cap before the looking-glass while directing Mary Jane to show the stranger, should he prove a problematical boarder, into the dining-room, and to light the gas.
Pennycherry, puzzled, shot a quick glance at the stranger, but his face, though the gentle eyes were smiling, was frank and serious. "At all events you will see the room," suggested Mrs. Pennycherry, "before we discuss terms." "Certainly," agreed the stranger. "I am a little tired and shall be glad to rest there." Mrs.
If it be not imposing upon you I accept your reduction with gratitude." Again Mrs. Pennycherry, familiar with the satirical method, shot a suspicious glance upon the stranger, but not a line was there, upon that smooth fair face, to which a sneer could for a moment have clung. Clearly he was as simple as he looked. "Gas, of course, extra." "Of course," agreed the Stranger. "Coals "
Pennycherry led the way upward; on the landing of the third floor, paused a moment undecided, then opened the door of the back bedroom. "It is very comfortable," commented the stranger. "For this room," stated Mrs. Pennycherry, "together with full board, consisting of " "Of everything needful. It goes without saying," again interrupted the stranger with his quiet grave smile.
"I was merely afraid that in the goodness of your heart " "Oh, it isn't as good as all that," growled Mrs. Pennycherry. "I am not so sure," returned the stranger. "I am somewhat suspicious of you. But wilful woman must, I suppose, have her way." The stranger held out his hand, and to Mrs.
"What at?" "Dunno," admitted Mary Jane. But still she went on smiling. "What's he like then?" demanded Mrs. Pennycherry. "'E ain't the usual sort," was Mary Jane's opinion. "Thank God for that," ejaculated Mrs. Pennycherry piously. "Says 'e's been recommended, by a friend." "By whom?" "By a friend. 'E didn't say no name." Mrs. Pennycherry pondered. "He's not the funny sort, is he?"
Pennycherry, at that moment, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to take it as if it had been the hand of an old friend and to end the interview with a pleasant laugh though laughing was an exercise not often indulged in by Mrs. Pennycherry. Mary Jane was standing by the window, her hands folded in front of her, when Mrs. Pennycherry re-entered the kitchen.
But a lady feels she cannot: Mrs. Pennycherry felt she no longer could. To the stranger Miss Kite was a witty and delightful conversationalist of most attractive personality. Miss Kite had one failing: it was lack of vanity. She was unaware of her own delicate and refined beauty.
"I cannot I will not accept such sacrifice," exclaimed the stranger; "the three pound ten I can well afford." "Two pound ten are my terms," snapped Mrs. Pennycherry. "If you are bent on paying more, you can go elsewhere. You'll find plenty to oblige you." Her vehemence must have impressed the stranger. "We will not contend further," he smiled.
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