"Walked back all the way from South Kensington."
"Oh, it was there, was it?" said Polly, without heed to his
complaint. "What's the address?"
"I tell you what, Polly," broke from Christopher's dry lips, "I
think you might show a bit more feeling for a fellow when he's
walked himself to death--"
"You might have took a cab just for this once."
"A cab! Why, the other one cost me half a sovereign!"
"Half a sovereign!" echoed Polly in amazement. "To South
Kensington!"
It did not occur to Mr. Parish that such a detail might be left
unmentioned. In these little matters there is a difference between
class and class. Polly was not, of course, surprised at his letting
her know what the mission had cost him, but the sum made her
indignant.
"Well, he had you, that cabby!"
Christopher related the circumstances, still leaning in exhaustion
against the door-post, and Miss Sparkes, who under no conceivable
stress could have suffered herself to be so "done out of" a piece of
gold, scarcely knew whether to despise or to pity him.
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