She
took the boots away and cleaned them, and brought them back.
"Mrs. Richards isn't in the kitchen, Pauline. She hasn't gone, has she?"
"Poor dear little Rosie! Was she afraid she was going to be left all
alone?" laughed Pauline. "She has only gone to get me a hansom, dear. I
shall spoil my dress if I go by omnibus, and it is too far to walk. Have
you five shillings in your purse you can lend me? I am hard up till the
end of the term."
Rose produced the five shillings, which was not by any means the first
loan Pauline had asked for. She hated herself for feeling so hurt and
angry with her friend, and she was glad to lend her the money she wanted.
Life would become quite intolerable in the flat if she was going to lose
her belief in Pauline.
"Won't you think better of it and go to the concert?" Pauline said, when
she was ready to start. "It is really silly of you to stay at home,
dearest. I wouldn't have accepted Madame Verney's invitation if I had
thought you would not go. But you see how it is, don't you? Her cousin is
at the French Embassy, and she is sure to get to know a lot of people. She
may introduce me to a great many pupils."
This sounded reasonable, and Pauline's voice was most kind and caressing,
yet somehow the hurt feeling remained in Rose's heart. She saw that
Pauline was delighted to go.
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