Oh, why had she believed Mr. Löwenfeld when he vowed that the one secure sanctuary against the Rolls family was in Peter Rolls's store? If only she had not come here; by this time surely she would have found something else and all would have been well.
"Well, it's very nice to see you again, Lady in the Moon," said Raygan. "Do you like this place better than Nadine's?"
"There's more variety," replied Win.
"Not homesick yet for our side of the water—what?"
"I haven't time to think about it," she fibbed. "Now I must say good-bye. We're coming to the ground floor."
"Let's go along with her, Miss Rolls, and see her home," suggested Rags. "I want to know whether the blouse department beats that Monarchic room with all the mirrors—what?"
Ena's face showed distress. Her eyes actually appealed to the cause of it to save her, and Win was only too ready to respond.
"Please don't come," she protested earnestly. "It wouldn't do. It's against the rules to talk to—to any one you know, except on business. I'm new here still, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to get me into trouble. I'd much rather go alone, though it's very nice of you to offer. Good-bye!"
The lift had at last reached the ground floor, and all Win had to do was to let herself be borne out on a warm tide of females. Ena pressed her body against the wall, and Lord Raygan must, perforce, stand by her.
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