"
"Well--" Selwyn waited. "I did say it, but I don't see what you're
getting at."
"That sometimes women do remember the woman who has to pay--the
price; do give a thought to the girl who is left to pay it alone.
Come to-morrow--no, not to-morrow. Come next week. It will take
Mrs. Mundy until then to--"
"Mrs. Mundy has nothing to do with Miss Swink. The other girl, I
told you, can take care of herself. You mustn't look into that side
of it. I'll attend to that, do what is necessary. It's only about
her you seem to be thinking."
"I'm thinking about both girls, the poor one and the rich one. But
the rich girl has a million-dollar mother to look after her.
Good-by, and come Tuesday. I forgot--What is the girl's name, the
little cashier-girl's?"
"Etta--Etta something." Selwyn made effort to think, then took a
note-book out of his pocket and looked at it. "Etta Blake is her
name. I wish you'd forget her. There are some things one can't talk
about, but certainly you know I will do what is right if Harrie--"
His face darkened.
"I know you will, but sometimes a girl needs a woman to do--what is
right.
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