"Well, I know Martin Warlock's going to ask me.It's been getting closer and closer.I expect he will this week.Of course, he isn't so safe as William, but he's much more exciting.And he's got quite a lot of money of his own."Strange, the sure, confident, happy security that Maggie felt in her heart at this announcement.
"I should wait for Martin Warlock," she said."He'd be rather fun to marry.""Do you think so?" answered Caroline."Do you know, I believe Iwill.You're always right, you darling...Only suppose I should miss them both.William won't wait for ever! Got that note, dear?"Maggie was defiant.She would just show the creature that she wasn't afraid of her.She'd give her the note and she might imagine what she pleased.
She got a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote hurriedly.
The week is up on Friday.Will you meet me that evening at a quarter past six under the Marble Arch? MAGGIE.
The boldness, the excitement of this inflamed her.It was so like her to challenge any action once she was in it by taking it to its furthest limit.She put it in an envelope and wrote Martin's name with a flourish.
"There!" she said, giving it to Caroline.
"Thank you," said Caroline, and with a number of rather wet and elaborate kisses (Maggie hated kissing) departed.
But her afternoon was not yet over; hardly had Caroline left when the door was opened and Miss Avies was shown in.Maggie started up with dismay and began to stammer excuses.Miss Avies brushed them aside.
"It doesn't matter," she said."You'll do as well--even, it may be, better."A strange woman Miss Avies! Maggie had, of course, seen her at Chapel, but this was the first time that they had been alone together.Miss Avies was like a thin rod of black metal, erect and quivering and waiting to strike.Her long sallow face was stiff, not with outraged virtue, or elaborate pride, or burning scorn, but simply with the accumulated concentration of fiery determination.
She was the very symbol of self-centred energy, inhuman, cold, relentless.Her hair was jet black and gleamed like steel, and she had thick black eyebrows like ink-marks against her forehead of parchment.Her eyes were dead, like glass eyes, and she had some false teeth that sometimes clicked in her mouth.She wore a black dress with no ornament and thin black gloves.