Virginia perceived the communication, and looked in surprise at her sister.
“It’s one of the girls from Walworth Road,” said Monica. “Just walk on; I’ll meet you at the bookstall.”
“But, my dear, she doesn’t look respectable—”
“Go on; I won’t be a minute.”
Monica motioned to Miss Eade, who followed her towards a more retired spot.
“You have left the shop?”
“Left—I should think so. Nearly a year ago. I told you I shouldn’t stand it much longer. Are you married?”
“Yes.”
Monica did not understand why the girl should eye her so suspiciously.
“You are?” said Miss Eade. “Nobody that I know, I suppose?”