Hitherto Mary had been entirely1 dependent upon her newly-found friend. She had come up to London with the proud intention of making her own living, a Dashwood ready to defy Fate and overcome it from the first onset2. On the contrary, she had been a living example of the weakness of the unemotional when confronted with the problem of existence. If it had not been for Connie, she shuddered3 to think of what might have become of her by this time. But there was stirring within her now those high attributes and noble qualities that Ralph Darnley had discovered behind the armour4 of selfishness and ice of pride. It behooved5 her to act now that Connie had failed.
That poor Connie's breakdown6 was only temporary made very little difference. Mary must become the head of the expedition now. She placed her arm around the other girl's waist and kissed her tenderly. Mary had never done such a thing in her life before. She would have found it physically7 impossible. And here it seemed the most natural thing in the world.
"You must not give way," she whispered. "Dear Connie, you can't tell how much I admire and respect you. We are going to be friends as long as we both live. You have taught me more in the last two days than I ever learned before."
"I shall be better presently," Connie sobbed8. "I am so tired. Let me put my head on your shoulder and rest a little. Only don't let me go to sleep, as we shall have some horrid9 policeman making us move on, and I have not come quite to that."
The weary head fell back on Mary's shoulder and the weary eyes closed. Five minutes later, and Connie had passed into the land of dreams. It was not much past three yet, and the Embankment was very quiet, save for the passing of the wretched wanderers, who seem to find nowhere rest for the soles of their feet. There were evil-looking creatures, both men and women, slouching along and hideous10 faces once human leered at Mary, but the daylight seemed to take all the audacity11 out of this. There were others, too, who had fairer faces, and who turned aside with proper respect as they saw the sleeping girl with her head on Mary's shoulder. A policeman came along like the head of the universe and paused before the seat.
"This isn't quite the thing," he said. "Hope there's nothing wrong, miss?"
The man was gruff, but utterly12 sympathetic. Mary took heart of grace. Fancy her the heiress of the Dashwoods, explaining the sordid13 situation to a London policeman!
"We have had a great misfortune," she said. "When we got back to our lodgings15 tonight our landlady16 had vanished, taking all her furniture along. And everything of ours had vanished also; we could do nothing till today. And my friend is so worn out that she has fallen asleep, as you see."
The red-faced policeman whistled. He needed nobody to tell him that he was face to face with a lady of the real West End type. He was a policeman of experience. That Mary was telling the truth he could see from the look in her eyes.
"Very sorry, miss," he said. "Don't disturb the other lady. I'll keep an eye on you till I go off my beat at seven o'clock."
The man touched his helmet and passed silently on. The incident touched Mary and brought the tears to her eyes. She was surprised to find how the once unwonted tears rose to her lids. She did not realise perhaps how steadily17 the ice was melting from around her heart. But she did realise what a great palpitating thing the life of the town was, its cruelties and its misfortunes, and the tender touches that spring from the impulses of a common humanity. Mary was learning her lesson.
She sat there till the sun glinted on the bosom18 of the Thames; she saw the barges19 gliding20 down with the tide; she watched the first rush of cabs from the stations. And ever and anon the cool vision of Dashwood rose up before her. If she were at home now she would be out in the garden gathering21 roses to decorate the huge bowls in the drawing-room. She wondered if the Blois was out under her window, and whether Clegg, the head gardener, had looked after the new phloxes properly.
She could see it all now as it would be in the dewy sunlight. Well, if the worst came to the worst, she could go back to the dower house again, but she would not go alone. Connie should accompany her and Grace Cameron. It would be a glorious thing to take the pallid22, hollow-eyed painter down there, and send her back to her beloved work with an elastic23 step and the light of health glowing in her brown, ambitious eyes. Mary was beginning to understand what wealth could do and what glorious privileges it possessed24. She began to understand what Ralph Darnley had been thinking about her. Well, the time would come when Ralph should learn his mistake. All these things, and more, Mary dreamed of as she sat patiently there with Connie's head on her shoulder. The latter stirred presently, and opened her eyes to the glory of the day. It was past seven now, and the greatest city in the world was awake to the struggle for existence. It was some little time before Connie's mind was clear enough to grasp the situation.
"I have been asleep for three hours," she exclaimed. "What an intolerable burden you must have found me. Why didn't you wake me?"
"Perhaps I have been dreaming myself," Mary smiled. "Anyway, I did not seem to notice. And there was a policeman who was very kind. I was watching the day break over the river, and it took me back to the old home. It seemed to me, Connie, that I had not been as frank with you as I might. Let me tell you why I left home. It will be a new experience for me to have a girl friend to love and confide25 in."
They sat for an hour longer, and Mary told her story. She was surprised at the ease and fluency26 with which the narrative27 came from her. And she was surprised, too, to find how much better she felt for the telling.
"Oh, well, nothing can deprive us of the pleasures of memory," Connie said. "I like to dream of the old home sometimes, though there is a deal of pain with the joy in it. And you have the consolation28 of knowing that you can go back when you like, and find a real loving welcome waiting you in the bargain."
"I shall never really go back under present conditions," Mary said. "But I see now that this is no reason why I should not visit my dear Lady sometimes. Wouldn't it be a glorious thing to have a nice holiday down there! To take you with me for a fortnight, to take Grace also, and leave her with Lady Dashwood till she was quite herself again. Now I know that you have been scheming and planning for a long time to get a real chance for Grace. If I told Lady Dashwood she would never hesitate for a moment--it would be as good as done. That is the plan I have in my mind."
Connie caught at Mary and, heedless of passers-by, kissed her affectionately.
"An angel unawares," she said with an unsteady laugh. "That is what you are. Oh, my dear, you must not put these temptations in my way, you must not try to make me discontented with my lot. For two years I have not seen a green field, or caught a sight of the sea. It is two years since I was so extravagant29 as to go to Hastings for the day. I took my lunch and passed the whole afternoon in the glen at Fairlight.
"I met a doctor there, he was just recovering from a dangerous illness--such a nice fellow! And it seemed the most natural thing in the world that we should tell our story to one another. I wonder if I shall see that young doctor again?"
"I wonder," Mary laughed. "But what are we going to do now?"
"Have a proper breakfast at a place I know of," Connie said. "Then we are going to sit on the grass in the Park, and you will have a sleep whilst I look after you. Grace does not get up till about mid-day, so we won't bother her just yet. Perhaps she will be able to find us another lodging14. My dear Mary, your white face is quite a reproach to me. Let us go to breakfast at once."
The breakfast was plain, but good, and eaten in a clean room, which was something. Then the two wandered into the Park, given over at this hour to nursemaids and children, and under the shade of a tree Mary lay down and closed her weary eyes. The warmth was soothing30. Mary found herself wondering what they would have done had it been a wet day. . . . Her mind began to wander now . . . she was back again in the garden at Dashwood, she was rambling31 the summer woods with the breeze in the old elms overhead. Then gradually the world seemed to grow dark, and she slept.
The sun was high overhead when she came to herself again. She felt fresh and vigorous now, ready for anything. Then the humorous side of the thing struck her and she laughed. The idea of a Dashwood sleeping out all night like a common tramp! And yet Mary did not quite realise how near the most prosperous of us is to the workhouse. A trick of Fate, misfortunes over money matters, a long illness, and the thing is done. There are thousands of such instances every year.
"Do you feel equal to moving yet?" Connie asked.
"My dear, I feel equal to anything." Mary cried. "My courage has come back to me. And now what do you propose to do next?"
"The next thing is to call on Grace and tell her of our misfortunes. We must not repeat last night's experiment if we can help it. Besides, there are those drawings for the Wheezer32 which are promised for tomorrow. They were all finished and lying on my table when the catastrophe33 happened. I must get them back today."
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