It made no difference
in the way you mean. It had already been decided that I should
leave. I did not suit Mrs. Tootle."
It was very pleasant to look down into her earnest face, and watch
it as she spoke in this unrestrained way. She seemed so slight and
frail, evidently thought so depreciatingly of herself, looked as
though her life had in it so little joy, that Waymark had speedily
assumed a confident attitude, and gazed at her as a man does at one
whom he would gladly guard and cherish.
"You were certainly unsuited for the work, in every way," he said,
with a smile. "Your efforts were quite wasted there. Still, I am
sorry you have left."
"I am going into a family," were her next words, spoken almost
cheerfully. "It is in the country, in Essex. There are only two
children, quite young. I think I shall succeed better with them; I
hope so."
"Then I suppose," Waymark said, moving a little and keeping his eyes
fixed on her with an uneasy look, "I shall--I must say good-bye to
you, for the last time?"
A scarcely heard "yes" fell from her lips. Her eyes were cast down.
"I am going to make a bold request," Waymark exclaimed, with a sort
of recklessness, though his voice expressed no less respect than
hitherto.
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