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Simcox, an old friend, had come into her room and after mysteriously fidgetting with business and conversational trifles, had issued the invitation to dinner at his house at Cricklewood in language mysteriously couched. "My wife would like to meet you," said Mr. Sturgiss.
She suddenly herself projected the point. She could not endure any longer its delay. "And Miss Farmer," she said. "How's Miss Farmer doing?" Miss Farmer, formerly one of her assistants, had on her resignation taken her place. Miss Farmer, replied Mr. Sturgiss, was estimable but he opened his hands and made with them a deprecatory gesture. "She's not you. How could she be you, or any one be you?
She had not visited Field's since she had left. Mr. Sturgiss and Mr. Field had written to her reproaching her for carrying to such lengths of neglect her desertion of them, and she had responded banteringly but without a call. She was surprised at his supplement to his reply. The children had left the room. He first agreed with her that the idea was good.
"Very well. Now Field's you are going to look after their domestic troubles for them find them rooms, find them houses, find them schools for their children. When people know what we can do for them, people will come to us to bank with us because we can do it. When people come to us to bank with us we go ahead." Mr. Sturgiss ended and drew back and looked at her.
She was aware for the first and only time in her life of a feeling of nerves, of not being quite in control of herself, of making of her insistence rather more than should be made. "Well, stay," said Mr. Sturgiss, "at least for a minute's chat before you join them." That was not possible, unless she was going to become hysterical, to resist. The children trooped away. Her bodyguard!
She decided to go up in a hat; it could be removed or not for dinner as Mrs. Sturgiss might seem to indicate. She put on an evening bodice of black silk and net with a simple skirt in keeping. She gave last approving glances about the delightful rooms and set out, immersed in eager happiness, for Cricklewood.
Tremulous she was; talking, of the children, with the incessant eagerness, and with the nervous eagerness, of one either clamant to establish a case or frightened of a break in the conversation lest a break should cause appearance of a subject most desperately to be avoided. Her bodyguard! Mr. Field and Mr. Sturgiss were delighted to see her and expressed themselves delighted to see the children.
She had made with her hand the gesture of her wish that Rosalie should precede her from the room. Rosalie impulsively touched the extended fingers. "But, Mrs. Sturgiss, don't you see, that's just it, the idea there is now. If you had had a daughter and she had stayed at home well, let that go, while you were with her.
Sturgiss, who was motherly and seemed to have her own dear mother's gentle ways this personally attending her in her bedroom, for instance. "Oh, there are getting to be heaps of women in business now, Mrs. Sturgiss," she smiled. Mrs. Sturgiss returned brightly, "Oh, I know it. I know it well." She paused and her voice had a thoughtful note.
We could go into it quietly and discuss it. I rather think it would interest you. I'm sure it will. You'll come? Good. I'm very glad. Very glad." A proposition! From Mr. Sturgiss! Of Field and Company! What could it be? But Rosalie was not of the sort to tread the succeeding days on the enchanted air of fond surmises.
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