Everybody in London judges everybody by
the clothes she wears. You should hear Tom's descriptions of the
ladies' dresses when he comes home!"
Mary was on the verge of crying out indignantly, "Then, if he
can't take you, why doesn't he stop at home with you?" but she
bethought herself in time to hold her peace. She settled it with
herself, however, that Tom must have less heart or yet more
muddled brains than she had thought.
"So, then," reverted Letty, as if willing to turn definitively
from the subject, "you are actually living with the beautiful
Mrs. Redmain! What a lucky girl you are! You will see no end of
grand people! You will see my Tom sometimes--when I can't!" she
added, with a sigh that went to Mary's heart.
"Poor thing!" she said to herself, "it isn't anything much out of
the way she wants--only a little more of a foolish husband's
company!"
It was no wonder that Tom found Letty dull, for he had just as
little of his own in him as she, and thought he had a great
store--which is what sends a man most swiftly along the road to
that final poverty in which even that which he has shall be taken
from him.
Mary did not stay so long with Letty as both would have liked,
for she did not yet know enough of Hesper's ways. When she got
home, she learned that she had a headache, and had not yet made
her appearance.
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