A moment or two afterwards Mrs. Gurkins appeared at the studio door.
“Mr. Hammerdyke, miss. I have shown him into the sitting-room,” she said, and then retired.
“I knew it was he,” said Clytie.
“Go, dear,” said Winifred, putting her arm round Clytie's waist and moving with her across the studio to the door.
Clytie kissed her laughingly and disappeared. But two tears rolled down Winifred's cheek as she went back to the chair by the stove; and then she flung herself down where she had been sitting, and burying her face in her arm, began to cry bitterly.
“I don't like him, I don't like him; he will spoil my darling,” she moaned.
Sometimes knowledge is given to those who seek after it least.