“Good-night!”
They were close to the door by which Messrs. Scotcher’s resident employees entered at night. Monica had taken out her latchkey. But Miss Eade could not endure the thought of being left in torturing ignorance.
“Do tell me!” she whispered. “I’ll do anything for you I can. Don’t be unkind, Miss Madden!”
Monica turned back again.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t be so silly. I can’t do more than assure you and promise you that I shall never listen to Mr. Bullivant.”
“But what did he say about me, dear?”
“Nothing.”
Miss Eade kept a mortified silence.
“You had much better not think of him at all. I would have more pride. I wish I could make you see him as I do.”
“And you did really speak about me? Oh, I do wish you’d find some one to go out with. Then perhaps—”