"Isn't it beastly?" said the girl. "I suppose you've got to train it?"
"Yes; I'm living at Wandsworth. Have you far to go?"
"Notting Hill. I take the bus. Passmore hadn't got anything for you, had he?"
Mamie shook her head. "We were both unlucky; but perhaps it doesn't matter so much to you?"
"Doesn't it!... Have you been on his books long, Miss——?"
"Miss Cheriton—Mamie Cheriton."
"That's a good name; it sounds like a character in a play—as if she'd have a love-scene under the apple blossom! Where were you last?"
"At Mr. Faulkner's; but he didn't know of any vacancy either."
"I don't mean that," said Miss Forbes; "I mean, how long have you been out?"
"Oh," answered Mamie, "I left home at one o'clock; that's the worst of living such a long way off!"