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Page 36
"I should be delighted," said Max.
Off came the gloves; and as the girl tripped quickly into the adjoining
room, he followed with alacrity.
"Mind," cried she suddenly, as she turned from the fireplace and stood
by the table in an attitude of warning, "it is at your own risk, you
know, that you stay. You can guess that the people who belong to a
hole-and-corner place like this are not the sort you're accustomed to
meet at West-End dinner tables, nor yet at an archbishop's garden-party.
But as you've stayed so long, it will be better for me if you stay till
you have seen Granny, as she must have heard me talking to you by this
time."
Now Max, in the interest of his conversation with the girl, had
forgotten all about less pleasant subjects. Now that they were suddenly
recalled to his mind, he felt uneasy at the idea of the unseen but
ever-watchful "Granny," who might be listening to every word he uttered,
noting every glance he threw at the girl.
And then the natural suspicion flashed into his mind: Was there a
"Granny" after all? or was the invisible one some person more to be
dreaded than any old woman?
Another glance at the girl, and the fascinated, bewildered Max resolved
to risk everything for a little more of her society.
CHAPTER X.
GRANNY.
There was some constraint upon them both at first; and Max had had time
to feel a momentary regret that he had been foolish enough to stay, when
he was surprised to find the girl's eyes staring fixedly at a small
parcel which he had taken from his coat-tail pocket and placed upon the
table.
It was a paper of biscuits which he had brought from the public-house.
He had forgotten them till that moment.
"I brought these for you--" he began.
And then, before he could add more, he was shocked by the avidity with
which she almost snatched them from his hand.
"I--I'd forgotten!" stammered he.
It was an awful sight. The girl was hungry, ravenously hungry, and he
had been chatting to her and talking about kisses when she was starving!
There was again a faint spot of color in her cheeks, as she turned her
back to him and crouched on the hearth with the food.
"Don't look at me," she said, half laughing, half ashamed. "I suppose
you've never been without food for two days!"
Max could not at first answer. He sat in one of the wooden chairs, with
his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped, calling himself,
mentally, all sorts of things for his idiotic forgetfulness.
"And to think," said he, at last, in a hoarse and not over-steady-voice,
"that I dared to compare myself to a knight-errant!"
The biscuits were disappearing rapidly. Presently she turned and let him
see her face again.
"Perhaps," suggested she, still with her mouth full, "as you say, one
didn't hear quite all about those gentlemen. Perhaps they forgot things
sometimes. And perhaps," she added, with a most gracious change to
gratitude and kindness, "they weren't half so sorry when they forgot as
you are."
Max listened in fresh amazement. Where on earth had this child of the
slums, in the cheap-stuff frock and clumsy shoes, got her education, her
refinement? Her talk was not so very different from that of the West-End
dinner-tables she had laughed at. What did it mean?
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