None of
those tiresome people at the Bank to interrupt him, and chicken and
jelly as much as he liked. He was so unhappy yesterday when he had to
go back to work, poor dear ... But, Maggie, I hear you were at the
service last night. How did you like it?"

"Like it?" said Maggie. "I don't know that it's a thing one likes,
exactly."

"Doesn't one? I don't know. I'm not one of the Inside Saints, you know,
and I wouldn't be if they wanted me to he. But you're one now, they
say, and I never would have thought it. You don't look a bit like one,
and I shouldn't have dreamt that you'd ever stand that sort of thing.
You look so matter-of-fact."

Maggie was on the point of bursting out that she was not an Inside
Saint, and would never be one, when caution restrained her. She had
learnt already that her gay young companion was not as trustworthy as
best friends ought to be.

"It was the first time, last night," she said.

"Yes, I know, and Miss Cardinal was ill and had to come away in the
middle, didn't she? It must have been a simply awful meeting, because
Mother came back as limp as anything. She'd been crying buckets, and
has a dreadful headache to-day. I suppose Mr. Crashaw gave it them.
I've never heard him, but I've seen him. Horrid old monkey--I hope Miss
Cardinal's better to-day."

"Yes, thank you," said Maggie. "She's better."

"Well, that's a good thing. I'm so glad. And you, you darling, what did
you think of it all? I'm sure you didn't cry buckets. I can see you
sitting there as quiet as anything, like a little Quaker. I'd like to
have gone just to have seen you. I hear Martin Warlock was there too.
Was he?"

"He was," said Maggie.

"Fancy that! I wonder what he went for. His father made him, I expect.
You know they say he's getting on awfully badly at home and that there
are quarrels all the time. I don't know, of course, but his sister
can't stand him. She's always showing her feelings--not very good
taste, I think, but Mr. Thurston eggs her on. They'll be making a match
of it one day, those two ... I say, Maggie--" Caroline drew her chair
close. "I'll give you a secret. You won't tell any one, will you?"

"Certainly not--if you tell me not to," said Maggie.

"Well, Martin Warlock and I--ever since he came back. Oh! I don't say
it's anything really. But he's attracted by me and would like to go
farther. He'll be asking me to marry him one of these days, and then
I'll have fun. He would have done the ot