CHAPTER 5
‘Serves her jolly well right,’ said Beatrice.
‘A lot she’ll care,’ said Fanny. ‘I should think myself precious lucky. She gets rid of him, and of the kid too, and has as much as she wants to live on. It’s better than she deserves.—Do you believe he’s been carrying on with that girl?’
Miss. French laughed contemptuously.
‘Not he!’
‘Well, there’s been a jolly good row to-night, if we never see another. We shall all be in the papers!’ The prospect had charms for Fanny. ‘What are you going to do? Live here till Christmas?’
Beatrice was quietly reviewing the situation. She kept silence, and her sister also became meditative. Suddenly Fanny inquired:
‘What sort of a place is Brussels?’
‘Brussels? Why? I know nothing about it. Not much of a place, I think; sprouts come from there, don’t they?’
‘It’s a big town,’ said the other, ‘and a lively sort of place, they say.