But, although Mary would make Letty tell nothing, she was not the
less anxious to discover, that she might, if possible, help. She
would observe: side-lights often reveal more than direct
illumination. It might be for Letty, and not for Mrs. Redmain,
she had been sent. He who made time in time would show.
"Are you going to be long in London, Mary?" asked Letty.
"Oh, a long time!" answered Mary, with a loving glance.
Letty's eyes fell, and she looked troubled.
"I am so sorry, Mary," she said, "that I can not ask you to come
here! We have only these two rooms, and--and--you see--Mrs.
Helmer is not very liberal to Tom, and--because they--don't get
on together very well--as I suppose everybody knows--Tom won't--
he won't consent to--to--"
"You little goose!" cried Mary; "you don't think I would come
down on you like a devouring dragon, without even letting you
know, and finding whether it would suit you!--I have got a
situation in London."
"A situation!" echoed Letty. "What can you mean, Mary? You
haven't left your own shop, and gone into somebody else's?"
"No, not exactly that," replied Mary, laughing; "but I have no
doubt most people would think that by far the more prudent thing
to have done."
"Then I don't," said Letty, with a little flash of her old
enthusiasm. "Whatever you do, Mary, I am sure will always be the
best.
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