"I
ought to have gone this afternoon, but Papa let me stay till the
evening."
"You will help?" she added, fixing on Joan her great, grave eyes.
Joan promised, and the child went out. She looked pretty when she
smiled. She closed the door behind her noiselessly.
It occurred to Joan that she would like to talk matters over with
Greyson. There was "Clorinda's" attitude to be decided upon; and she was
interested to know what view he himself would take. Of course he would
be on P---'s side. The _Evening Gazette_ had always supported the "gas
and water school" of socialism; and to include the people's food was
surely only an extension of the principle. She rang him up and Miss
Greyson answered, asking her to come round to dinner: they would be
alone. And she agreed.
The Greysons lived in a small house squeezed into an angle of the Outer
Circle, overlooking Regent's Park. It was charmingly furnished, chiefly
with old Chippendale. The drawing-room made quite a picture. It was
home-like and restful with its faded colouring, and absence of all show
and overcrowding.
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