"Well, why should I?"
"Oh, I don't know—staying at Plessing, and knowing Miss Vivian's people, and so on. There are others I could name," Miss Marsh said viciously, "who take airs for a good deal less—in fact, for nothing at all, that any one but themselves can see."
Miss Jones knew from much previous experience the subject denoted by that particular edge in her room-mate's voice.
"Are you worried?" she asked sympathetically, selecting a euphemism at random.
"My dear, I've got an awful fear that Delmege means to move into this room when you're gone. You'll see if she doesn't get round the new Superintendent. She's always resented being put in with two others, and that room of theirs will always be a three-bedded one."
"But Tony and Miss Plumtree are both leaving."
"Not yet, and, anyway, two others will be put in instead. Mark my words," said Miss Marsh tragically, "that'll be the next thing. Delmege and me stuck in here tête-à-tête, as they say."
"I do hope not."
"I shall resign, that's all. Simply resign. And give my reasons. I shall say to Miss Vivian right out, when she asks me why I want to leave—"
"But she never does ask why any one wants to leave. Besides, you know you wouldn't leave for such a ridiculous reason as that."