"I'll bring him over soon," said Edie.
"And I'll properly tell him off," said Jenny.
A month went by, and Mr. Albert Harding had many important engagements. Another month went by and Edie began to fret.
Jenny went over to Brixton to see her sister.
"Looks as if this marriage was only a rumor," she said.
"He hasn't got the time, not for a week or two."
"What?" exclaimed Jenny.
"He's going to take me to the Canterbury to-morrow. He's all right, Jenny. Only he's busy. He is, really."
Jenny, jolting homewards in the omnibus that night, wondered what ought to be done. Although she felt to the full the pity of a nice girl like Edie being driven into a hasty marriage, no alternative presented itself clearly. She thought with quickening heart, so terrible was the fancy, how she would act in Edie's place. She would run away out of the world's eyes, out of London.
Yet Edie did not seem to mind so much.