The greeting of this lady differed from that of Mrs. Brocklehurst. She, too, took Janet's hand.
“Have you come to help us?” she asked.
And Janet said: “Oh, I'd like to, but I have other work.”
“Come in and see us again,” said Insall, and Janet, promising, took her leave....
“Who is she, Brooks?” Mrs. Maturin asked, when Janet had gone.
“Well,” he answered, “I don't know. What does it matter?”
Mrs. Maturin smiled.
“I should say that it did matter,” she replied. “But there's something unusual about her—where did you find her?”
“She found me.” And Insall explained. “She was a stenographer, it seems, but now she's enlisted heart and soul with the syndicalists,” he added.
“A history?” Mrs. Maturin queried. “Well, I needn't ask—it's written on her face.”