Well, what you'd better do is to get into the
first taxi you see and just say 'Bryanston Square.'"
How stupid of her! She might have thought of that for herself.
"Is there a park near Bryanston Square?" she asked.
"Yes. Of course--Hyde Park."
"And is it open at six?"
"Of course. You can't shut Hyde Park."
"Oh!"
Maggie pursued her thoughts. Caroline watched her with intense
curiosity.
"What do you want with a Park, you darling?" she asked at last.
"Oh, nothing," said Maggie, slowly. Then she went on, laughing:
"I've been asked out to tea--for the first time in my life. And I'm
terribly frightened."
"How exciting!" said Caroline clapping her hands. "Who's it with?"
"It's a Mrs. Mark. She was a Miss Trenchard. She used to live in
Glebeshire. She's going to find me some work to do."
"Work!" cried Caroline. "Aren't you going to stay with your aunts
then?"
"I want to be independent," said Maggie slowly.
"Well!" said Caroline, amazed.
Could Maggie have seen just then into Miss Smith's mind and could
she only have realised that, with Miss Smith, every action and
intention in the human heart pivoted upon love-affairs and love-
affairs only, she might have been warned and have saved much later
trouble.
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