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〃Well； leave this place then；〃 said Miss Avies。 〃There's no independence here。〃 Then added； as though to herself。 〃They think they're looking for the face of God 。 。 。 It's only for themselves and their vanity they're looking。〃
Maggie said； to break another of the long pauses that seemed to be always forming between them：
〃I think every one ought to earn their own living； don't you？〃
Miss Avies shook her head。 〃You're very youngterribly young。 I've got no advice to give you except to lead a healthy life somewhere away from these surroundings。 We're an unnatural lot here and you're a healthy young creature 。 。 。 Have you got a lover？〃
Maggie smiled。 〃I've got a friend；〃 she said。 Miss Avies sighed。 〃That's more than I've got；〃 she said。
〃Not that I've time for one；〃 she added。 She got up。 〃I won't wait for your aunt；〃 she said； 〃I've left a note downstairs 。 。 。 You clear out as soon as you can； that's my advice to you。〃
She said good…bye； looking into Maggie's clear eyes。 She was suddenly less inhuman； the touch of her hand was warmer。
〃Don't you cheat yourself into believing in the Deity；〃 she said； and was gone。
When Friday arrived Maggie had not seen Caroline again； and she could not tell whether the note had been safely delivered or no。 She was not sure what she had better do。 Caroline might hare done anything with the note； torn it up； burnt it； lost it； forgotten it altogether。 Well； that was a risk that Maggie must take。 If he did not appear she would wait a little while and then come away。 They must soon meet in any case。 They had all their lives before them。
Aunt Anne was up againvery； very pale now and so thin that the light seemed to shine through her making her more of a stained window saint than ever。
Maggie told her about the visit； Aunt Anne looked at her curiously。 She seemed so weak and frail that Maggie suddenly felt warm maternal love。 Rather shyly she put her hand upon her aunt's： 〃I won't go away until you're better〃
Aunt Anne nodded her head。
〃I know you won't； dear；〃 she said。 〃Don't be out late to…day。 We shall be anxious about you。〃
Maggie had made a promise and was terrified when she thought of it。 Suppose her aunt did not get better for years and years？
People often had long lingering illnesses with no apparent change in their condition。 To Maggie a promise was an utterly final thing。 She could not dream that one ever broke one's word。 She trembled now when she thought of what she had done。 She had been entrapped after all and by her own free will。
In her little room as she was putting on her hat she suddenly prayed to a God； of whom she knew nothing； that her aunt might get better soon。
She started out on her great adventure with a strange self…assurance as though loving Martin had given her the wisdom of all the ages。
Turning down the street towards the Strand she found almost at once a taxi…cab drawn up； as though it had been waiting there especially for her like an eloping coach in a romantic tale。 A fat red…faced fellow with a purple nose； a cloth cap and a familiar vague eye； as though he always saw further than he intended； waited patiently for her to speak。
Boldly； as though she had done such things all her life； she said； 〃Fourteen Bryanston Square。〃 Then she slipped in and was hidden from the gay world。 She sat there； her hands on her lap staring at the three crimson rolls in the neck of her driver。 She was thinking of nothing； nothing at all。 Did she struggle to think？ Only words would come； 〃Martin；〃 or 〃Bryanston Square；〃 or 〃cab；〃 again and again； words that did not mean anything but physical sensations。 〃Martin〃 hot fire at the throat； 〃Bryanston Square〃 an iron rod down the spine； and 〃cab〃 dust and ashes in the eyes。
She tried to look at herself in the little mirror opposite her； but she could only catch the corner of her cheek and half her hat。 But she minded less about her appearance now。 If Martin could love her it did not matter what others thoughtnevertheless she pulled her hat about a little and patted her dress。 The cab stopped and she felt desperately lonely。 Did any one care about her anywhere？ No； no one。 She could have cried with pity at the thought of her own loneliness。
〃One and sixpence； Miss；〃 said the cabman in so husky a voice。
She gave it to him。
〃What's this？〃 he asked； looking at it。
〃One and sixpence；〃 she answered timidly； wondering at his sarcastic eye。
〃Oh well； o' course；〃 he said； looking her all over。
She knew instinctively that he demanded more。 She found another sixpence。 〃Is that enough？〃 she asked。
He seemed ashamed。
〃If I 'adn't a wife sick〃 he began。
She ran up the high stone steps and rang a bell。 The episode with the driver had disturbed her terribly。 It had shown in what a foreign world she was。 All her self…confidence was gone。 She had to take a pull at herself and say： 〃Why； Maggie； you might be ringing the dentist's bell at this moment。〃
That helped her； and then the thought of Martin。 She saw his boyish smile and felt the warm touch of his rough hand。 When the maid was there instead of the green door； she almost said： 〃Is Martin in？〃
But she behaved very well。
〃Mrs。 Mark？〃 she said in precisely the voice required。
The maid smiled and stood aside。 And then into what a world she entered！ A world of comfort and reassurance； of homeliness and kindliness； without parrots and fierce…eyed cats and swaying pictures of armoured mena world of urbanity and light and space。 There was a high white staircase with brown etchings in dark frames on the white walls。 There was a thick soft carpet and a friendly fat grandfather clock。 Many doors but none of them mysterious； all ready to be opened。
She climbed the staircase and was shown into a room high and gaily coloured and full of flowers。 She saw the deep curtains； blue silk shot with purple； the chairs of blue silk and a bowl of soft amber light hanging from the ceiling。 A mass of gold…red chrysanthemums flamed against the curtains。 Several people were gathered round a tea…table near the fire。
She stood lost on the thick purple carpet under the amber light； all too brilliant for her。 She had come from a world of darkness； owl… like she must blink before the blaze。 Some one came forward to her； some one so kind and comforting； so easy and unsurprised that Maggie suddenly felt herself steadied as though a friend had put an arm around her。 Before she had felt： 〃This lightI am shabby。〃 Now she felt； 〃I am with friendly people。〃 She was surprised at the way that she was suddenly at her ease。
Mrs。 Mark was not beautiful； but she had soft liquid eyes and her hand that held Maggie's was firm and warm and strong。
〃Let me introduce you；〃 said Mrs。 Mark。 〃That is Miss Trenchard； and that Mr。 Trenchard。 This is my husband。 Philip； this is Miss Cardinal。〃
Miss Trenchard must be forty； Maggie thought。 She was plump and thick…set； with a warm smile。 Then Mr。 Trenchard was a clergymanhe would be stout were he not so broad。 His face was red； his hair snowy white； but he did not look old。
He smiled at Maggie as though he had known her all his life。 Then there was Mr。 Mark； who was stocky and thick； and reminded Maggi