No one accompanied Mary to the station. Mrs Mallison detained Teresa
on the score of draughts. Everybody knew that stations were the most
draughty places in the world; since there was now no one to help, she
herself must take Teresa a walk. They could go round by the fish shop,
and order a sole. Since she was to be left alone to cope with the
household, she must get into the habit of fitting things in. The Major
retired to his study, obviously ill at ease, and reappeared only at the
last moment, to peck at his daughter's cheek with chilly lips, and
reiterate, "My dear, I wish you a pleasant time," but Mary caught a
glimpse of his bald head at the window as the fly crawled down the lane,
and it did not raise her spirits to remember that she had wounded her
father's heart. That morning, for the first time in her life, Mary
travelled in a first-class carriage, an experience far from exciting,
since it meant remaining in solitary splendour for the whole of the
journey. She found little improvement in comfort, but so far from
regretting the expenditure of extra shillings, dwelt on it as the only
satisfying part of the proceeding. It was a real joy to her to have
disbursed eighteen shillings, when only six were necessary, for to a
woman who has escaped the miser taint, the mere action of spending has a
lure, and Mary had counted pennies all her life. She sat staring out of
the dusty windows, wondering even at this eleventh hour where she should
go when she reached her destination. The question was not solved, when
she found herself seated in a taxi, with the driver's head peering
through the window, awaiting instructions.
"Could you--I want to go to an hotel, a _good_ hotel. It must be very
good, but not--not too fashionable," said Mary, with a blush, and the
kindly Cockney ran a twinkling glance over her attire, and took in the
position in a trice.
"You leave it to me, ma'am. I'll fix you up," he said genially, and
sprang to his wheel. "Northumberland Avenue's _her_ touch," he said to
himself with a grin, and presently Mary was alighting before a great,
gloomy-looking building, and entering a hall which to her inexperienced
eyes seemed alarmingly large and luxurious. There were groups of people
sitting here and there, who had apparently no other occupation but to
stare at new-comers; but after the most cursory glance no one stared at
Mary. The fashionably attired women averted their eyes with an air of
having wasted trouble for nothing.
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