"Nothing troubles me," Maurice answered with much austerity. "Only I wish to goodness you'd behave reasonably. Look here, you're an artistic person. You earn your living by dancing. You don't want to take up with a lot of old women's notions of morality. If you reject an experience, you'll suffer for it. Chance only offers you Life—I mean Life only offers you Chance——" But it did not matter much what he meant, for by now Jenny was fast asleep.
Chapter XXI: Epilogue
JENNY went to bed at Irene's house in Camden Town and slept soundly till four o'clock in the afternoon. Then she got up, dressed herself, and prepared to face the storms of 17 Hagworth Street.
When she walked into the kitchen, the family was assembled in conclave round the tea-table. The addition of her brother to the usual party of three made her exclaim in surprise from the doorway:
"Oo—er, there's Alfie."
"So you've come back?" said Mrs. Raeburn.
"Yes, I went to Covent Garden Ball."
"I wonder you dare show your face."
"Why not?" asked Jenny, advancing towards the table.
"Oh, leave her alone, mother," said May. "She's tired."