I fancy--I'm not quite sure--that mamma's got a new idea.
ELIZABETH Leading to Holloway?
PHOEBE Well, most roads lead there.
ELIZABETH And end there--so far as I can see.
PHOEBE You're too impatient.
ELIZABETH It's what our friends have been telling us--for the last
fifty years.
PHOEBE Look here, if it was only the usual sort of thing mamma
wouldn't want it kept secret. I'm inclined to think it's a new
departure altogether.
[The door opens. There enters JANET BLAKE, followed by HAKE, who
proceeds with his work. JANET BLAKE is a slight, fragile-looking
creature, her great dark eyes--the eyes of a fanatic--emphasise the
pallor of her childish face. She is shabbily dressed; a plain,
uninteresting girl until she smiles, and then her face becomes
quite beautiful. PHOEBE darts to meet her.] Good girl. Was
afraid--I say, you're wet through.
JANET It was only a shower. The 'buses were all full. I had to
ride outside.
PHOEBE Silly kid, why didn't you take a cab?
JANET I've been reckoning it up.
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