She pressed her friend--she had tact enough for that--with no other personal question, brought on no need of further revelations, only just continued to hold and comfort her and to acknowledge by stiff little forbearances the common element in their fate.

She felt indeed magnanimous in such matters; since if it was very well, for condolence or reassurance, to suppress just then invidious shrinkings, she yet by no means saw herself sitting down, as she might say, to the same table with Mr.Drake.

There would luckily, to all appearance, be little question of tables; and the circumstance that, on their peculiar lines, her friend's interests would still attach themselves to Mayfair flung over Chalk Farm the first radiance it had shown.

Where was one's pride and one's passion when the real way to judge of one's luck was by making not the wrong but the right comparison?
Before she had again gathered herself to go she felt very small and cautious and thankful.

"We shall have our own house," she said, "and you must come very soon and let me show it you." "_We_ shall have our own too," Mrs.Jordan replied; "for, don't you know?
he makes it a condition that he sleeps out ?" "A condition ?"--the girl felt out of it.
"For any new position.