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She
looked
away
and
slightly
coloured
.
"
What
I
mean
is
,
if
anyone
talks
to
you
about
it
,
please
don
’
t
contradict
it
if
they
say
he
eloped
with
somebody
.
"
"
Of
course
not
.
"
She
changed
the
conversation
as
though
it
were
a
matter
to
which
she
attached
no
importance
.
I
discovered
presently
that
a
peculiar
story
was
circulating
among
her
friends
.
They
said
that
Charles
Strickland
had
become
infatuated
with
a
French
dancer
,
whom
he
had
first
seen
in
the
ballet
at
the
Empire
,
and
had
accompanied
her
to
Paris
.
I
could
not
find
out
how
this
had
arisen
,
but
,
singularly
enough
,
it
created
much
sympathy
for
Mrs
.
Strickland
,
and
at
the
same
time
gave
her
not
a
little
prestige
This
was
not
without
its
use
in
the
calling
which
she
had
decided
to
follow
.
Colonel
MacAndrew
had
not
exaggerated
when
he
said
she
would
be
penniless
,
and
it
was
necessary
for
her
to
earn
her
own
living
as
quickly
as
she
could
.
She
made
up
her
mind
to
profit
by
her
acquaintance
with
so
many
writers
,
and
without
loss
of
time
began
to
learn
shorthand
and
typewriting
.
Her
education
made
it
likely
that
she
would
be
a
typist
more
efficient
than
the
average
,
and
her
story
made
her
claims
appealing
.
Her
friends
promised
to
send
her
work
,
and
took
care
to
recommend
her
to
all
theirs
.
The
MacAndrews
,
who
were
childless
and
in
easy
circumstances
,
arranged
to
undertake
the
care
of
the
children
,
and
Mrs
.
Strickland
had
only
herself
to
provide
for
.
She
let
her
flat
and
sold
her
furniture
.
She
settled
in
two
tiny
rooms
in
Westminster
,
and
faced
the
world
anew
.
She
was
so
efficient
that
it
was
certain
she
would
make
a
success
of
the
adventure
.
It
was
about
five
years
after
this
that
I
decided
to
live
in
Paris
for
a
while
.
I
was
growing
stale
in
London
.
I
was
tired
of
doing
much
the
same
thing
every
day
.
My
friends
pursued
their
course
with
uneventfulness
;
they
had
no
longer
any
surprises
for
me
,
and
when
I
met
them
I
knew
pretty
well
what
they
would
say
;
even
their
love
-
affairs
had
a
tedious
banality
.
We
were
like
tram
-
cars
running
on
their
lines
from
terminus
to
terminus
,
and
it
was
possible
to
calculate
within
small
limits
the
number
of
passengers
they
would
carry
.
Life
was
ordered
too
pleasantly
.
I
was
seized
with
panic
.
I
gave
up
my
small
apartment
,
sold
my
few
belongings
,
and
resolved
to
start
afresh
.
I
called
on
Mrs
.
Strickland
before
I
left
.
I
had
not
seen
her
for
some
time
,
and
I
noticed
changes
in
her
;
it
was
not
only
that
she
was
older
,
thinner
,
and
more
lined
;
I
think
her
character
had
altered
.
She
had
made
a
success
of
her
business
,
and
now
had
an
office
in
Chancery
Lane
;
she
did
little
typing
herself
,
but
spent
her
time
correcting
the
work
of
the
four
girls
she
employed
.
She
had
had
the
idea
of
giving
it
a
certain
daintiness
,
and
she
made
much
use
of
blue
and
red
inks
;
she
bound
the
copy
in
coarse
paper
,
that
looked
vaguely
like
watered
silk
,
in
various
pale
colours
;
and
she
had
acquired
a
reputation
for
neatness
and
accuracy
.
She
was
making
money
.
But
she
could
not
get
over
the
idea
that
to
earn
her
living
was
somewhat
undignified
,
and
she
was
inclined
to
remind
you
that
she
was
a
lady
by
birth
.
She
could
not
help
bringing
into
her
conversation
the
names
of
people
she
knew
which
would
satisfy
you
that
she
had
not
sunk
in
the
social
scale
She
was
a
little
ashamed
of
her
courage
and
business
capacity
,
but
delighted
that
she
was
going
to
dine
the
next
night
with
a
K
.
C
.
who
lived
in
South
Kensington
.
She
was
pleased
to
be
able
to
tell
you
that
her
son
was
at
Cambridge
,
and
it
was
with
a
little
laugh
that
she
spoke
of
the
rush
of
dances
to
which
her
daughter
,
just
out
,
was
invited
.
I
suppose
I
said
a
very
stupid
thing
.
"
Is
she
going
into
your
business
?
"
I
asked
.
