‘Yes, that would do very well. Any payment,
at first?’
’Oh, we wouldn’t be so mean as all that.
Say ten shillings a week till Christmas, and afterwards
we could see’—she laughed—
‘whether you’re worth more.’
‘I know nothing about fashions.’
’You can learn all you need to know in an hour.
It’s the ladylike appearance and talk more than
anything else.’
Nancy sipped again from her wine-glass.
‘When could I begin?’
’The place ’ll be ready on Monday week.
Next week you might put in a few hours with us.
Just sit and watch and listen, that’s all; to
get the hang of the thing.’
‘Thank you for being so ready to help me.’
’Not a bit of it. I haven’t done
yet. There’s a condition. If I fix
up this job for you, will you tell me something I want
to know?’
Nancy turned her eyes apprehensively.
’You can guess what it is. I quite believe
what you told me some time ago, but I shan’t
feel quite easy until I know—’
She finished the sentence with a look. Nancy’s
eyes fell.
‘Curiosity, nothing else,’ added the other.
’Just to make quite sure it isn’t anybody
I’ve thought of.’
There was a long silence. Leaning forward upon
the table, Nancy turned her wine-glass about and about.
She now had a very high colour, and breathed quickly.
‘Is it off, then?’ said Beatrice, in an
indifferent tone.
Thereupon Nancy disclosed the name of her husband—her
lover, as Miss. French thought him. Plied
with further questions, she told where he was living,
but gave no account of the circumstances that had
estranged them. Abundantly satisfied, Beatrice
grew almost affectionate, and talked merrily.
Nancy wished to ask whether Luckworth Crewe had any
knowledge of her position. It was long before
her lips could utter the words, but at length they
were spoken. And Beatrice assured her that Crewe,
good silly fellow, did not even suspect the truth.
‘For a man,’ said Tarrant, ’who
can pay no more than twelve and sixpence a week, it’s
the best accommodation to be found in London.
There’s an air of civilisation about the house.
Look; a bath, and a little book-case, and an easy-chair
such as can be used by a man who respects himself.
You feel you are among people who tub o’ mornings
and know the meaning of leisure. Then the view!’
He was talking to his friend Harvey Munden, the journalist.
The room in which they stood might with advantage
have been larger, but as a bed-chamber it served well
enough, and only the poverty of its occupant, who
put it to the additional use of sitting-room and study,
made the lack of space particularly noticeable.
The window afforded a prospect pleasant enough to
eyes such as theirs. Above the lower houses on
the opposite side of the way appeared tall trees,
in the sere garb of later autumn, growing by old Westminster
School; and beyond them, grey in twilight, rose the
towers of the Abbey. From this point of view
no vicinage of modern brickwork spoilt their charm;
the time-worn monitors stood alone against a sky of
ruddy smoke-drift and purple cloud.
