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He glanced at his watch with some haste. Its two oclock, he said. I think we should be going. Marys face fell. Back to that pig, Joe! I hate him. And Ill show him that I do! Eddy looked almost alarmed. II shouldnt do that, he said. I dont think I should do that. Its only his manner at first. Youll get to like him better. Hes an awfully good fellow really, Joe. And if youerquarrelled with him you might find it hardwhat I mean is, its not so easy to pick up jobs in New York. I shouldnt like to think of you, Mary, he added, tenderly, hunting for a jobtiredperhaps hungry Marys eyes filled with tears. How good you are, Eddy! she said. And Im horrid, grumbling when I ought to be thanking you for getting me the place. Ill be nice to himif I canas nice as I can. Thats right. Do try. And we shall be seeing quite a lot of each other. We must often lunch together. Mary re-entered the office not without some trepidation. Two hours ago it would have seemed absurd to be frightened of Joe, but Eddy had brought it home to her again how completely she was dependent on her former serfs goodwill. And he had told her to be back at two sharp, and it was now nearly a quarter past. The outer office was empty. She went on into the inner room. She had speculated as she went on Joes probable attitude. She had pictured him as annoyed, even rude. What she was not prepared for was to find him on all fours, grunting and rooting about in a pile of papers. She stopped short. What are you doing? she gasped. I cant think what you meant, he said. There must be some mistake. Im not even a passable pig. I couldnt deceive a novice. He rose, and dusted his knees. Yet you seemed absolutely certain in the restaurant just now. Did you notice that you were sitting near to a sort of jungle of potted palms? I was lunching immediately on the other side of the forest. Mary drew herself up and fixed him with an eye that shone with rage and scorn Eavesdropper! she cried. Not guilty, he said, cheerfully. I hadnt a notion that you were there till you shouted, That pig Joe, I hate him! and almost directly afterwards I left. I did not shout. My dear girl, you cracked a wine-glass at my table. The man I was lunching with jumped clean out of his seat and swallowed his cigar. You ought to be more careful! Mary bit her lip. |
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