"It's awfully odd you should have been there just the one time--!" "The one time you've passed my place ?" "Yes; you can fancy I haven't many minutes to waste.

There was a place to-night I had to stop at." "I see, I see--" he knew already so much about her work.

"It must be an awful grind--for a lady." "It is, but I don't think I groan over it any more than my companions--and you've seen _they're_ not ladies!" She mildly jested, but with an intention.

"One gets used to things, and there are employments I should have hated much more." She had the finest conception of the beauty of not at least boring him.

To whine, to count up her wrongs, was what a barmaid or a shop-girl would do, and it was quite enough to sit there like one of these.
"If you had had another employment," he remarked after a moment, "we might never have become acquainted." "It's highly probable--and certainly not in the same way." Then, still with her heap of gold in her lap and something of the pride of it in her manner of holding her head, she continued not to move--she only smiled at him.