She thought him comely to look upon, and had
often reflected upon how pleasant it was to rule a man by her
slightest look or word. To be sure, Christopher's worldly position
was nothing to boast of; but one' knew him for the steady,
respectable young clerk, who is more likely than not to advance by
modest increments of salary. Miss Sparkes would have perceived, had
she been capable of intellectual perception, that Christopher
answered fairly well to one of her ideals. Others there were, which
tended to draw her from him, but she had never yet deliberately
turned her back upon the young man.
So now, instead of answering bitterness with wrath, she spoke more
gently than of wont.
"Don't take on in that way, you'll only have a headache to-morrow. I
can't promise to meet you regular, but you can write, and I'll let
you know when I'm ready for a talk. There now, won't that do?"
Christopher had to make it do, and presently accepted the conditions
with tolerable grace. Before they parted Polly even assured him that
if ever there _was_ anyone else she would deal honestly with him and
let him know.
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