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was sounded — thank goodness!
It surprised her, on entering the room, to find that Miss Derrick looked no less
nervous than she was herself. The girl's cheeks were flushed, and she half
choked over her 'How do you do?'
'I hope you had no difficulty in finding the house. I would have met you at the
station if you had mentioned the train. Oh, but — how silly! — I shouldn't have
known you.'
Miss Derrick laughed, and seemed of a sudden much more at ease.
'Oh, I like you for that!' she exclaimed mirthfully. 'It's just the kind of
thing I say myself sometimes. And I'm so glad to see that you are — you mustn't
be offended — I mean you're not the kind of person to be afraid of.'
They laughed together. Emmeline could not subdue her delight when she found that
the girl really might be accepted as a lady. There were faults of costume
undeniably; money had been misspent in several directions; but no glaring
vulgarity hurt the eye. And her speech, though not strictly speaking refined,
was free from the faults that betray low origin. Then, she seemed good-natured
though there was something about her mouth not altogether charming.
'Do you know Sutton at all?' Emmeline inquired.
'Never was here before. But I like the look of it. I like this house, too. I
suppose you know a lot of people here, Mrs. Mumford?'
'Well — no. There's only one family we know at all well. Our friends live in
London. Of course they often come out here. I don't know whether you are
acquainted with any of them. The Kirby Simpsons, of West Kensington; and Mrs.
Hollings, of Highgate——'
Miss Derrick cast down her eyes and seemed to reflect. Then she spoke abruptly.
'I don't know any people to speak of. I ought to tell you that my mother has
come down with me. She's waiting at the station till I go back; then she'll come
and see you. You're surprised? Well, I had better tell you that I'm leaving home
because I can't get on with my people. Mother and I have always quarrelled, but
it has been worse than ever lately. I must explain that she has married a second
time, and Mr. Higgins — I'm glad to say that isn't my name — has a daughter of
his own by a first marriage; and we can't bear each other — Miss Higgins, I
mean. Some day, if I come to live here, I daresay I shall tell you more. Mr.
Higgins is rich, and I can't say he's unkind to me; he'll give me as much as I
want; but I'm sure he'll be very glad to get me out of the house. I have no
money of my own — worse luck! Well, we thought it best for me to come alone,
first, and see — just to see, you know — whether we were likely to suit each
other. Then mother will come and tell you all she has to say about me. Of course
I know what it'll be. They all say I've a horrible temper. I don't think so
myself; and I'm sure I don't think I should quarrel with you, you look so nice.
But I can't get on at home, and it's better for all that we should part. I'm
just two-and-twenty — do I look older? I haven't learnt to do anything, and I
suppose I shall never need to.'
'Do you wish to see much society?' inquired Mrs. Mumford, who was thinking
rapidly, 'or should you prefer a few really nice people? I'm afraid I don't
quite understand yet whether you want society of the pleasure-seeking kind,
or——'
She left the alternative vague. Miss Derrick again reflected for a moment before
abruptly declaring herself.
'I feel sure that your friends are the kind I want to know. At all events, I