“You mean the—the—shop?” said Mrs. Martin.
“I don’t go into that shop!” said Lady Lysle.
“Yes, I mean the shop,” said Aneta. “I want to go and see him there.”
“Oh, he will be so angry, and I am really terrified of him when he is angry.”
“But think how much more angry he will be if you don’t give me that address, and things happen to-morrow which you little expect. Oh! please trust me.”
Aneta said a few more words, and in the end she was in possession of that address at Shepherd’s Bush where Martin the grocer’s flourishing shop was to be found.
“Thank you so very much, Mrs. Martin. I don’t think you will ever regret this,” said the girl.
Lady Lysle bowed to the wife of the grocer as she went out, but Aneta took her hand.
“Perhaps you never quite understood Maggie,” she said; “and perhaps, in the future, you won’t have a great deal to say to her.”
“I don’t want to; she never suited me a bit,” said the mother, “and I am very happy with Bo-peep.”