Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"Of course," continued Becky, "I couldn't ask you to let her stay here
for nothing, and as I have plenty of money I can afford to pay for her.
Then she can help me a bit now and then. She can live in the kitchen,
and sleep with me. I'll look after her, and nobody need know anything
about it but ourselves. I wouldn't mind eight or ten shillings a week."
Mrs. Preedy, with more eagerness than she was in the habit of
exhibiting, agreed to Becky's proposition, and said they would split
the difference, and make it nine shillings a week for Fanny's board and
lodging.
"And if you won't mind my mentioning it," said Becky, "if you are
pressed for a few pounds I should be glad to let you have it till the
lodgers come back to the house."
This offer completed the conquest. Mrs. Preedy shook Becky by the hand,
and vowed that, from the moment she had entered her service, she had
looked upon her more as a daughter than as a domestic, and that she
was sure she and Becky and Fanny would get along famously together. So
gushing did she become that she offered Becky a glass of gin and water,
which Becky declined. A double knock at the street door startled them
both, and they went in company to answer it. A telegraph boy stood on
the step.
"Does Becky live here?" he asked.
"Yes," answered the two women.
"A telegram," he said, holding out the buff-coloured envelope.
Becky took it, and opened it in the kitchen. It was from "Fred" to
"Becky," and ran:--"I return to London by to-night's mail. Do not write
again until you see or hear from me."
"Who is it from?" asked Mrs. Preedy unable to restrain her curiosity.
"What does it say?"
"It's from my lawyer," replied Becky, without a blush, "and says I am to
receive a hundred pounds to-morrow instead of fifty."
"You're in luck's way, Becky," said Mrs. Preedy.
"That I am," said Becky. "Can I do anything more for you to-night?"
"Nothing more, thank you," said Mrs. Preedy, very politely. "Good night,
Becky."
"Good night, mum."
Never in that house had such cordial relations as these existed between
mistress and "slavey."
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