Farnum. You haven't any
privileges. Nothing but duties. Unless it's a privilege to be
chosen. That gives you a chance to say something pretty."
They crossed Yarnell Way. James, looking around upon the wrecks of
humanity they began to meet, was very sure that he did not enjoy
this excursion. An adventure with Miss Frome outside of the
conventions was the very thing he did not want. What in the world
did the girl mean anyhow? Her vagaries were beginning to disturb
her relatives. So much he had gathered from Valencia.
Before he had got as far as a protest Alice turned in to the
entrance of a building and climbed a flight of stairs. She pushed
a button. A woman of rather slatternly appearance came to the
door.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Maloney. I've come to see how Mr. Marchant
is."
The landlady brushed into place some flying strands of hair.
"Well, now, Miss Frome, he's better to-day. The nurse is with him.
If you'll jist knock at the door 'twill be all right."
While they were in the passage James interposed an objection. "My
dear Miss Frome, I really don't think--"
She interrupted brightly. "I'm glad you don't. You're not expected
to, you know.
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