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These words, although spoken in rebuke, were a relief to Constance, for however "fantastical" she might consider Miss Starbrow's motives to be, she very much doubted that her mother would take the same view; and she knew that her mother, though entitled to know the whole matter, would never ask her to reveal a secret of Fan's. But Mrs. Churton had not finished yet.
It was this memory, this thought, which filled her with love and reverence for her companion; it was gratitude for friendship to the poor, but nothing loftier. This was a quiet and uneventful period in Fan's life; a time of growth, mental and physical, and of improvement; but as we have seen, the new conditions she found herself in had not so far wrought any change in her character.
"Come along to my room, and I'll tell you." "Round in Ewing street?" "Yes. Great game up, if I can only get on the track." "What is it?" "There's a cast-off baby in Dirty Alley, and Fan Bray knows its mother, and she's rich." "What?" "Fan's getting lots of hush-money." "Goody! but that is game!" "Isn't it? The baby's owned by two beggar-women who board it in Dirty Alley.
But the good woman was so favourably impressed with Fan's appearance, and so touched at the flattering recommendation given by the manager, that at once, and before they had said a word, she reduced the price to five shillings, and then said that she would be glad to let it to the young lady for four-and-sixpence a week.
He had gone to work in a very systematic way, enlisting the services of a number of clergymen and other philanthropic workers at the East End to make inquiries for him; and it would be strange, he concluded, if the Chances escaped being discovered, unless they had quitted that part of London. A few days later, about the middle of August, came a second letter, which made Fan's heart leap with joy.
At the station they took a fly, and the drive to Eyethorne brought before Fan's eyes a succession of charming scenes green hills, broad meadows yellow with buttercups, deep shady lanes, and old farm-houses.
"All right," returned the perjured boy, who had discovered that a broken head was sometimes more useful than a whole one, and exulting in his base stratagem, he roved about the room, till Fan's bureau arrested him. It was covered with all sorts of finery, for she had dressed in a hurry, and left everything topsy-turvy.
I have discovered that it is the one subject about which she is capable of losing her temper and quarrelling with her best friend." "Is that so?" he returned, laughingly. "Then she must be as eccentric as Miss Starbrow herself. But what does the poor girl intend doing she must do something to live, I suppose?" Constance told him all about Fan's projects. "Why do you smile?" she said.
Miss Starbrow glanced at the Captain, who was keenly studying Fan's face, as he stood before the fire, stroking his red moustache. "Well, if I'm to give a candid opinion," he said, "all I can say is that she looks an underfed little monkey." "I think you are excessively rude!" returned Miss Starbrow, firing up.
"Only a bit of sticking-plaster where you hit yourself against the table, my dear." Then she smoothed out Fan's broken hat, and with a wet sponge cleaned the bloodstains from her gown, and finally opening the door and with the bag in her hand, she accompanied the girl out.
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