Monica liked the girl at once. Jehu condescending to hand down the luggage, they transferred it to the foot of the staircase, then, the fare having been paid, went up to the second floor, which was the top of the house. Miss Vesper’s two rooms were very humble, but homely. She looked at Monica to remark the impression produced by them.
“Will it do?”
“Oh, very nicely indeed. After my quarters in Walworth Road! But I feel ashamed to intrude upon you.”
“I have been trying to find someone to share my rent,” said the other, with a simple frankness that was very agreeable. “Miss Barfoot was full of your praises—and indeed I think we may suit each other.”
“I shall try to be as little disturbance to you as possible.”
“And I to you. The street is a very quiet one. Up above here is Cumberland Market; a hay and straw market. Quite pleasant odours—country odours—reach us on market day. I am country-bred; that’s why I speak of such a trifle.”
“So am I,” said Monica. “I come from Somerset.”
“And I from Hampshire. Do you know, I have a strong suspicion that all the really nice girls in London are country girls.”
Monica had to look at the speaker to be sure that this was said in pleasantry. Miss Vesper was fond of making dry little jokes in the gravest tone; only a twinkle of her eyes and a movement of her tight little lips betrayed her.
“Shall I ask the landlady to help me up with the luggage?”