After all, a
compassionate feeling prevailed, sure sign that there was something
disinterested in her association with this young man.
"I'm very sorry," she said; "I never thought it 'ud cost you that
much."
"I shouldn't care a bit," Christopher replied, "if you treated me
better now I've got here."
Polly moved just a little nearer to him, ever so little, but the
movement was appreciable. Unfortunately Christopher was too weary to
notice it.
"What was the address?" she asked in an undertone, which, had but
Mr. Parish understood, fitly accompanied that little movement.
He told her bluntly, and Polly repeated the words
"And now I suppose I may say good night," Christopher added, still
with discontent.
"Well, thank you very much for getting me that address."
"But you won't tell me what you want it for?"
"I will some time. I can't just now. It's awful late, and we mustn't
stand talking here."
Again she came one step nearer. Now if Christopher Parish had not
lost half a Sovereign, or if he had been less worn out, or if the
mystery of the evening had not lain so heavy on his mind, assuredly
he would have noticed this onward coming; for, as a rule, the young
man was sensitive and perceptive enough, all things considered.
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