He looked at her more closely in the dim light from the landing
window.
"Yes; how did you know?"
"I'm Miss Hallard."
"Oh, oh yes! You're Sally's friend."
"'Bout the only one she has." said Janet. There was no flinching in
her eyes from his.
"You mean that for me?"
"Yes."
"Would it surprise you to hear me say I deserve it?"
"Yes, considerably. Isn't it a pity you didn't realize that a bit
sooner?"
"Well, we must all have disagreeable times in our lives," he said
rigidly. "Sally's had hers, but I guess it's over now. I fancy I've
just come from school and learnt my lesson."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you expect me to answer that to you?"
Here, in the first moment, they came to their antagonism, as Janet
had always realized they would.
"No, I don't expect it in the least" she replied.
"Well, if you're going in--?"
"Yes, I'm going in." She opened the door and entered the sitting-room.
All the lights were burning. Sally's hat lay untidily on the table.
"One moment," said Traill.
Janet turned round.
"I should be glad if you'd allow me to see Sally alone as soon as
possible. I want to talk to her. I've got a lot to say.
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