"I'm afraid I must give you my notice, Mr. Nix," she said.
Of course he laughed at her when she offered her reason. But she was firm.
"You've been terribly good to me, Mr. Nix," she said, "but I must go."
She was firm. It was all that she could do not to cry. He submitted, saying that he would leave her a day or so to reconsider it.
She went into her hut and stared in front of her, in stony wretchedness. That was the worst day of her life. She felt like a dead woman. Worst of all was the temptation to run back to Mr. Nix and tell him that it was not true, that she had reconsidered it....
All day she saw Aggie in her green stuff dress, her eyes close to the paper, the room so close, so close....
In the afternoon, about five, she felt that she could bear it no longer.
She would get the hall-boy to take her place and would go home.
Albert Edward came in for a chat. She told him what she had done.