Change in the
management had put an end to her pleasant and lucrative evenings;
she had tried in vain to get like employment at other places. In a
letter received this morning she remarked significantly that of
course it was not worth while to take up any other pursuit again.
It could not be called a delightful letter from any point of view.
Polly had grown tired of uniform sweetness, and indulged herself in
phrases of an acid flavour.
"Haven't you got anything yet to tell me about the will? If I
don't hear anything from you before long I shall jolly well go and
ask somebody else. I believe you know more than you want to tell,
which I call it shameful. Mind you bring some news to-night."
They met at six o'clock in the Lowther Arcade; it was raining,
cold, and generally comfortless. By way of cheery beginning Gammon
declared that he was hungry, and invited Miss Sparkes to eat with
him.
They transferred themselves to a restaurant large enough to allow of
their conversing as they chose under cover of many noises. Gammon
had by this time made up his mind to a very bold step, a stratagem
so audacious that assuredly it deserved to succeed.
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