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How
much
more
deceitful
than
her
lover
is
the
little
nursery
governess
.
The
moment
she
comes
into
sight
she
looks
at
the
post-office
and
sees
him
.
Then
she
looks
straight
before
her
,
and
now
she
is
observed
,
and
he
rushes
across
to
her
in
a
glory
,
and
she
starts
--
positively
starts
--
as
if
he
had
taken
her
by
surprise
.
Observe
her
hand
rising
suddenly
to
her
wicked
little
heart
.
This
is
the
moment
when
I
stir
my
coffee
violently
.
He
gazes
down
at
her
in
such
rapture
that
he
is
in
everybody
's
way
,
and
as
she
takes
his
arm
she
gives
it
a
little
squeeze
,
and
then
away
they
strut
,
Mary
doing
nine-tenths
of
the
talking
.
I
fall
to
wondering
what
they
will
look
like
when
they
grow
up
.
What
a
ludicrous
difference
do
these
two
nobodies
make
to
each
other
.
You
can
see
that
they
are
to
be
married
when
he
has
twopence
.
Thus
I
have
not
an
atom
of
sympathy
with
this
girl
,
to
whom
London
is
famous
only
as
the
residence
of
a
young
man
who
mistakes
her
for
someone
else
,
but
her
happiness
had
become
part
of
my
repast
at
two
P.M.
,
and
when
one
day
she
walked
down
Pall
Mall
without
gradually
posting
a
letter
I
was
most
indignant
.
It
was
as
if
William
had
disobeyed
orders
.
Her
two
charges
were
as
surprised
as
I
,
and
pointed
questioningly
to
the
slit
,
at
which
she
shook
her
head
.
She
put
her
finger
to
her
eyes
,
exactly
like
a
sad
baby
,
and
so
passed
from
the
street
.
Next
day
the
same
thing
happened
,
and
I
was
so
furious
that
I
bit
through
my
cigarette
.
Thursday
came
,
when
I
prayed
that
there
might
be
an
end
of
this
annoyance
,
but
no
,
neither
of
them
appeared
on
that
acquainted
ground
.
Had
they
changed
their
post-office
?
No
,
for
her
eyes
were
red
every
day
,
and
heavy
was
her
foolish
little
heart
.
Love
had
put
out
his
lights
,
and
the
little
nursery
governess
walked
in
darkness
.
I
felt
I
could
complain
to
the
committee
.
Oh
,
you
selfish
young
zany
of
a
man
,
after
all
you
have
said
to
her
,
wo
n't
you
make
it
up
and
let
me
return
to
my
coffee
?
Not
he
.
Little
nursery
governess
,
I
appeal
to
you
.
Annoying
girl
,
be
joyous
as
of
old
during
the
five
minutes
of
the
day
when
you
are
anything
to
me
,
and
for
the
rest
of
the
time
,
so
far
as
I
am
concerned
,
you
may
be
as
wretched
as
you
list
.
Show
some
courage
.
I
assure
you
he
must
be
a
very
bad
painter
;
only
the
other
day
I
saw
him
looking
longingly
into
the
window
of
a
cheap
Italian
restaurant
,
and
in
the
end
he
had
to
crush
down
his
aspirations
with
two
penny
scones
.
You
can
do
better
than
that
.
Come
,
Mary
.
All
in
vain
.
She
wants
to
be
loved
;
ca
n't
do
without
love
from
morning
till
night
;
never
knew
how
little
a
woman
needs
till
she
lost
that
little
.
They
are
all
like
this
.
