“But don’t you see?” he said with an earnest scowl. “It—it isn’t the thing. If you’ll let me come to your house, and—more or less explain myself, it makes everything quite different. If I could see your parents....”
“I—they aren’t my parents. It’s—an uncle.... But—what could I tell them, anyway? If I said I’d met you like that, on the bus——”
“I quite understand that. But you could say that you’d met me here at Miss Waters’. You have, you know. It would be true.”
“No!” she protested, with such vehemence that he was startled. “I can’t let you come. I’ll meet you somewhere——”
“Look here!” he said, severely. “You can’t—it’s not the thing for a girl like you to be meeting a man on street corners, like a servant girl.”
Her face grew scarlet.
“Very well!” she cried. “You needn’t see me at all then!”
He retreated instantly before her wrath.
“All right!” he said, hastily. “I will meet you—anywhere you like.”
“Oh, no you won’t!... I’m not going to....” A sudden loud sob interrupted her. “ ... not—like—a servant girl....”