“I only mean he got out of sight somewheres. I thought perhaps you might have come across him.”
“No, I haven’t. Now I must say good-bye. That lady is waiting for me.”
Miss Eade nodded, but immediately altered her mind and checked Monica as she was turning away.
“You wouldn’t mind telling me what your married name may be?”
“That really doesn’t concern you, Miss Eade,” replied the other stiffly. “I must go—”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll follow you till I find out, and chance it!”
The change from tolerable civility to coarse insolence was so sudden that Monica stood in astonishment. There was unconcealed malignity in the gaze fixed upon her.
“What do you mean? What interest have you in learning my name?”
The girl brought her face near, and snarled in the true voice of the pavement—
“Is it a name as you’re ashamed to let out?”