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and ask who the house belonged to, the roses were so beau-
tiful. Of course it isn’t very nice for me having to mix with
them girls in the shop, it’s not the class of person I’ve been
used to, and sometimes I really think I’ll give up business
on that account. It’s not the work I mind, don’t think that;
but it’s the class of people I have to mix with.’
They were sitting opposite one another in the train, and
Philip, listening sympathetically to what she said, was quite
happy. He was amused at her naivete and slightly touched.
There was a very faint colour in her cheeks. He was thinking
that it would be delightful to kiss the tip of her chin.
‘The moment you come into the shop I saw you was a
gentleman in every sense of the word. Was your father a
professional man?’
‘He was a doctor.’
‘You can always tell a professional man. There’s some-
thing about them, I don’t know what it is, but I know at
once.’
They walked along from the station together.
‘I say, I want you to come and see another play with me,’
he said.
‘I don’t mind,’ she said.
‘You might go so far as to say you’d like to.’
‘Why?’
‘It doesn’t matter. Let’s fix a day. Would Saturday night
suit you?’
‘Yes, that’ll do.’
They made further arrangements, and then found them-
selves at the corner of the road in which she lived. She gave