Certainly his expression was hard and merciless enough now!
"Poor Ruth," she murmured.
"Some day," he answered, "you will probably say that in earnest."
JULIET GAINS EXPERIENCE
"Of course," Juliet said, "after Tredowen it seems very small, almost
poky, but it isn't, really, and Tredowen was not for me all my days.
It was quite time I got used to something else."
Wingrave looked around him with expressionless face. It was a tiny
room, high up on the fifth floor of a block of flats, prettily but
inexpensively furnished. Juliet herself, tall and slim, with all the
fire of youth and perfect health on her young face, was obviously
contented.
"And your work?" he asked.
She made a little grimace.
"I have a good deal to unlearn," she said, "but Mr. Pleydell is very
kind and encouraging."
"You will go down to Cornwall for the hot weather, I hope?" he said.
"London is unbearable in August."
"The class are going for a sketching tour to Normandy," she said, "and
Mr. Pleydell thought that I might like to join them. It is very
inexpensive, and I should be able to go on with my work all the time."
He nodded thoughtfully.
"I hear," he said, "that you have met Mr. Aynesworth again."
"Wasn't it delightful?" she exclaimed. "He is quite an old friend of
Mr. Pleydell. I was so glad to see him."
"I suppose," he remarked, "you are a little lonely sometimes?"
"Sometimes," she admitted.
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