Dinner was waiting for them at the flat, as he had said, and there was a maid in attendance who looked with kindly interest at Faith as she took her to her room.
"May I take off your boots for you?" she asked, as Faith stood helplessly by the dressing-table. "You must be tired. I will bring some hot water, and when you have had dinner you will feel better."
Forrester had felt bound to tell her something of the circumstances of his unusual marriage, and she was deeply interested. She felt sorry for Faith, too. Possibly she could afford to be, seeing the generous salary which Forrester had offered her if she would stay with his wife and do everything in her power to help her and make her happy.
Faith looked at her with troubled eyes.
"Must I go down to dinner?"
The girl smiled kindly.
"I think you had better. Mr. Forrester will be disappointed if you do not."
"I don't care," said Faith.
But she went all the same, and managed to eat something.