I waited, thinking Anna might come in, and strolled into the little drawing-room. There, quiet as a mouse, stood Sophie Chalk. She had been listening, for certain; and I hope it gratified her: her eyes sparkled a little.
“Why, Johnny! was it you making all that noise? What was the matter? Anything gone wrong?”
It was all very fine to try it on with me. I just looked straight at her, and I think she saw as much. Saying something about going to search for Helen, she left the room.
“What was the trouble, Johnny?” whispered Anna, stealing up to me.
“Only those two having a jar.”
“I heard that. But what was it about? Sophie Chalk?”
“Well, yes; that was it, Anna.”
We were at the front window then. A man was lighting the street-lamps, and Anna seemed to be occupied in watching him. There was enough care on her face to set one up in the dismals for life.
“No harm may come of it, Anna. Any way, you can do nothing.”