leman leaned and caug at first to keep me in my seat; tood t rying to press me from it. tor took my ot me to my feet. My s upon teps. I said,
ait! are you doing? —?
Dont struggle, Mrs Rivers, said tor. e are o care for you.
he woman came forward. I said,
Its not me you ! are you doing? Mrs Rivers? Im Susan Smitleman! Gentleman, tell them!
Dr Cie shook his head.
Still keeping up tion? o Gentleman.
Gentleman nodded and said notoo uno speak. I urned and took doie ige of reet, Mayfair? Dont you kno. And ing it, t take us a year. No t so, Mrs Rivers! You are spoiling your handsome dress.
I ruggled against my sleeve of silk, and at my o plump and smoot t my feet, s letters of brass—the L.
It second t I guessed, at last, trick t Gentleman had played on me.
I howled.
You bloody sing again, and pulling towards er! Oh!
ood in t tilt. tor gripped me ern.
those in my house, Mrs Rivers, he said.
You sod, I said to you see ? It aint me you , its—
I still pulled, and ill no o tleman in bars upon Maud. s dress. ears starting in t beyond tears, her gaze was hard. hard as marble, hard as brass.
t lies inside it.
Dr Cie saw me looking.
Now, ware? hink?
I could not speak. Srembling voice, not her own:
My oress. O is breaking!
You t bitc from tart.