"
"Because I--because I go to Dulwich?"
"No."
"Why, then?"
"I can't tell you why, and I don't know why, but I mean it. And
what's more"--her eyes sparkled--"if ever you say such word to
Minnie you never pass my door again."
This seemed to take Mr. Gammon's breath away. After a rather long
silence he looked about for his hat, then for his dog-whip.
"I'll say good night, Mrs. Clover. Hot, isn't it? Hottest day yet. I
say, you're not riled with me? That's all right. See you again
before long."
He did not make straight for home, but rambled in a circuit for the
next hour. When darkness had fallen he found himself again near the
china shop, and paused, for a moment only, by the door. On the
opposite side of the street stood a man who had also paused in a
slow walk, and who also looked towards the shop. But Mr. Gammon went
his way without so much as a glance at that dim figure.
CHAPTER IV
POLLY AND MR. PARISH
Two first-rate quarrels in one day put Polly Sparkes into high good
humour. On leaving her aunt's house in the afternoon she strolled
into Battersea Park, and there treated herself to tea and cakes at a
little round table in the open air.
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