"But do you think I take all he's offered me?" asked Sally.
"Do you mean to say you don't?"
"No, I take the very least I can. A pound a week is all I want for
my food; what else should I want? I wouldn't touch another penny of
it but that till the three years are over. I have all the clothes
I could possibly want. You thought I was mean, didn't you, Janet?"
Janet looked up at the ceiling, then impulsively held out her hand.
"God help me!" she exclaimed, "if I find my own sex an enigma; but
what on earth made you decide?"
"Mr. Devenish."
"Who?"
"Mr. Devenish, the man I told you I was dining with that night, six
weeks ago."
"Why him, in the name of Heaven?"
"He came to see me last night."
"Well?"
"He took me out to dinner."
"Very good thing too. You want a little of that sort of entertaining.
Did he advise you to go?"
"No--"
"Then what?"
She could see the colour mounting and falling in Sally's cheeks and
her suspicions sped to a conclusion.
"He made love to me," said Sally. Her hand went to her eyes. She
covered them.
"Oh, I see. You want to get away from him? You don't like him? Think
he's going to be a nuisance?"
"No, it's not that.
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