He had surprised her further by going on:--"I believe as
what the Major is coming 'ome soon, ma'am. Perhaps then I might venture
to ask you to say a word for me? Major Radmore was known in the regiment
as a very kind gentleman."
"I'll do what I can, Piper." She had said the words with apparent
earnestness, but, deep in her heart, she had thought the request totally
unreasonable.
And now it was this conversation which came back to her as she moved
restlessly about in her bed. She wondered uneasily whether she had made
a mistake. Her capital was very small, and she was now living on her
capital, but after all, perhaps it would have been wiser to have given
Piper that L500. She was quite determined not to mix up Piper with
Godfrey Radmore, but she had a queer, uncomfortable feeling that she had
not done with this man yet.
At last she fell into a heavy, troubled, worried sleep--the kind of sleep
from which a woman always wakes unrefreshed.
But daylight brought comfort to Enid Crofton, and after she had had her
early cup of tea and had enjoyed her nice hot bath, she felt quite cheery
again, and her strange, bad night faded into nothingness. She was young,
she was strong, above all she was enchantingly pretty! She told herself
confidently that nothing terrible, nothing _really_ dreadful ever happens
to a woman who is as attractive as she knew herself to be to the sex
which still holds all the material power there is to hold in this strange
world.
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