“Pollie? You ask me who is Pollie? And you’re her lawyer!”
“Her lawyer?—Pollie’s? You’re not referring to Miss? Of course, how stupid of me! I had forgotten that Miss Blyth’s Christian name was Mary. I suppose that by her friends she is known as Pollie. I hope that nothing has happened to Miss Blyth.”
“Do you think that I should be here if nothing had happened to Pollie?”
The question was put with an amount of vigour which, in one so fragile, was almost surprising. I was delighted to see in her such a renewal of vigour. It made me feel more at my ease.
“I am only too fortunate, Miss Purvis, whatever the object of your visit. If you will permit me I will get you a cup of tea; that’s what you’re wanting. I live so much alone I’m accustomed to do all sorts of things for myself. Here’s a gas stove; in five minutes the water will be boiling; you shall have your tea. It will do you an immensity of good.”
I had always understood that girls liked tea. But, as I moved about the room, preparing to set the kettle on the stove, she stared at me with an apparent want of comprehension.
“Do you suppose that I’ve come through the streets like this just to get a cup of tea?”
“Never mind for the moment why you’ve come, Miss Purvis; the great thing is that you have come. Tea first: explanation afterwards. If you take my advice you’ll let that be the order of procedure. Nothing like a good brew to promote clarity of exposition.” I lit the stove.
“Mr. Paine! Mr. Paine!”
She jumped off the couch in quite a passion of excitement.
“Now, Miss Purvis, I do beg you will control your-
