Ex-convicts -- Fiction; Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Social conditions -- Fiction; Self-sacrifice -- Fiction
The same instant her eyes fell upon Helen. "Oh!" she said sharply, and
her glance, as quick as a snap-shot camera, took in every detail of
Helen's appearance, and besides read Helen's character and her
approximate position in the world. "I thought you were alone," she said
to David.
"Miss Chambers was just going," he returned. He heavily introduced the
two. Kate acknowledged the introduction with a little bow and a "pleased
to meet you," and turned upon David a rapid, suspicious look, which
demanded, "How do you come to know a woman of this kind?"
"As Mr. Aldrich said, I was just going," Helen remarked, reaching again
for the door-knob. "So I wish you good afternoon."
If David's wits had been about him, he would have seen the flash of
sudden purpose in Kate's face. "You're sure I can't do anything?" she
asked quickly.
"Nothing," he returned.
She turned to Helen, her manner hesitating, and in it a touch of
humility--the manner of one who is presuming greatly and knows she is
presumptuous. Had David been observant at this instant, he could have
understood a thing over which he had often wondered--how this aggressive
personality could hold positions where servility was the first
requisite.
"I was just going out too," she said with a little appealing smile. "If
you don't mind, I'll--I'll walk with you."
Helen could not do other than acquiesce, and Kate hurried from the room
with, "I'll put on my hat and meet you in the hall in just a second."
Helen looked again upon David, and again he felt, beneath her perfect
courtesy, an infinite, sorrowful disdain. "Good-bye once more," she
said; and the next instant the door had closed upon her.
David gazed at the door in wide-eyed stupor ... and gazed ... and gazed.
He had hardly moved, when, half an hour later, Kate Morgan re-entered.
The humble bearing of her exit was gone. She was her usual sharp,
free-and-easy self, and she had a keen little air of success.
"That Miss Chambers is one of the swells, ain't she?" she asked,
dropping into the chair and crossing her knees.
David admitted that she was.
"I sized her up that way the first second. I walked with her to a
church-looking place, and told her a lot about myself--a maid, out of
work and looking for a job, you know." She gave David a sly wink. "She
didn't say much herself, and didn't seem to hear all I said. She's got
some kind of a club over at that church place and she asked me to visit
the club, and said perhaps later I might care to join. And she promised
to see if some of her friends didn't need a maid."
Her keen little smile of triumph returned, and she added softly, "Jobs
in swell houses ain't so easy to pick up."
"See here!" said David sharply, "are you planning a trick on one of Miss
Chambers's friends?"
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