'Nothing particular. Oh yes; I did. I wrote down the address of one or two. Emma Sinfield, Maude Frick, Annie Crutcher, and Mary Garstin. Which shall I have, Anne—which name do you like best?'
'Emma Sinfield, I think, or if she doesn't do, I rather fancy Garstin.
Where does Emma live?'
'In the Cromwell Road. We ought to go and ask for her character today.'
'You go, then, and I'll go with you. You won't know what to ask. I'll do it for you.'
'All right. We may as well drive there as anywhere.'
Anne declared the character quite satisfactory, for Emma Sinfield's late employer, although displaying the most acute conscientiousness, could find no fault with her except a vaulting ambition and wild desire to better herself, which is not unknown in other walks of life, and they were driving away in the motor when they came face to face with Cecil and Eugenia in a hansom. He was talking with so much animation that he did not see them. She was looking straight before her.
Hyacinth turned pale as death and seized Anne's hand. Anne said nothing.
CHAPTER XXXIII
The Quarrel
'So that's why he wouldn't take me to see her! He's been meeting her in secret. My instinct was right, but I didn't think he would do that now. Oh, to think he's been deceiving me!'