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Miriam stared into the fire and began to murmur shamefacedly.
"No more all day b?zique.... No more days in the West End.... No more matin?es ... no more exhibitions ... no more A.B.C. teas ... no more insane times ... no more anything."
"What about holidays? You'll enjoy them all the more."
"I shall be staid and governessy."
"You mustn't. You must be frivolous."
Two deeply-burrowing dimples fastened the clean skin tightly over the bulge of Miriam's smile.
"And marry a German professor," she intoned blithely.
"D'you mean she minds me going?"
Why did Eve use her cross voice?--stupid ... "for goodness' sake," not "for goodney." Silly of Eve to talk slang....
"All right. I won't."
"Won't marry a German professor, or won't tell mother, do you mean?... Oo--Crumbs! My old cake in the oven!" Harriett hopped to the door.
"Funny Harriett taking to cookery. It doesn't seem a bit like her."
"She'll have to do something--so shall I, I s'pose."
"It seems awful."
"We shall simply have to."
"It's awful," said Miriam, shivering.
"Poor old girl. I expect you feel horrid because you're tired with all the packing and excitement."
"Oh well, anyhow, it's simply ghastly."
"You'll feel better to-morrow."
"D'you think I shall?"
"Yes--you're so strong," said Eve, flushing and examining her nails.
"How d'you mean?"
"Oh--all sorts of ways."
"What way?"
"Oh--well--you arranging all this--I mean answering the advertisement and settling it all."
"Oh well, you know you backed me up."
"Oh yes, but other things...."
"What?"
"Oh, I was thinking about you having no religion."
"Oh."
"You must have such splendid principles to keep you straight," said Eve, and cleared her throat, "I mean, you must have such a lot in you."
"Me?"
"Yes, of course."
"I don't know where it comes in. What have I done?"
"Oh, well, it isn't so much what you've done--you have such a good time.... Everybody admires you and all that ... you know what I mean--you're so clever.... You're always in the right."
"That's just what everybody hates!"
"Well, my dear, I wish I had your mind."
"You needn't," said Miriam.
"You're all right--you'll come out all right. You're one of those strong-minded people who have to go through a period of doubt."
"Oh, well, you won't mind that."
"They're not all like that."
"The service I can't make head or tail of--think of the Athanasian."
"Yes." Eve stirred uneasily and began to execute a gentle scale with her tiny tightly-knit blue and white hand upon her knee.
"It'll be ghastly," continued Miriam, "not having anyone to pour out to--I've told you such a lot these last few days."
"Yes, hasn't it been funny? I seem to know you all at once so much better."
"Well--don't you think I'm perfectly hateful?"
"No. I admire you more than ever. I think you're simply splendid."
"Then you simply don't know me."
"Yes I do. And you'll be able to write to me."
Miriam pursed her lips to a tight bunch and sat twisting her long thickish fingers. Eve stood up in her tears. Her smile and the curves of her mouth were unchanged by her weeping, and the crimson had spread and deepened a little in the long oval of her face. Miriam watched the changing crimson. Her eyes went to and fro between it and the neatly pinned masses of brown hair.
"I'm going to get some hot water," said Eve, "and we'll make ourselves glorious."
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