"
The colour in Mrs. Hewson's cheeks went from red to white.
"But you said I was curious," she said in a reserved voice.
"Oh yes, that was only fun! Hadn't you better get a key, Sally, if
you're going to be late. Can you spare Miss Bishop a key, Mrs.
Hewson?"
"Certainly; of course; I'll go and get it."
They both laughed when she had gone out. Sally told Janet that she
was wonderful.
"She'll never meddle again," she said. "I couldn't have done it like
you did."
"Of course you couldn't."
"But why not? I wouldn't be afraid to, but simply I shouldn't think
of things; and why shouldn't I?"
"Because you're not meant to fight, you have to be fought for, like
Mr. Arthur fought for you in his own particular way, like this man
you're going to meet to-night is fighting for you too."
Sally's eyes looked wonderingly before her. "Do you think things are
really like that?" she asked.
"I'm sure of it."
"But why?--why, for instance, are you meant to fight?"
"Do you want me to answer the riddle of the Universe?"
"I don't see why it should be such a riddle."
"Well, it is. I don't know who arranged these things, no more than
any one else, though a good many make a comfortable income by telling
you that they do.
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