of a girl who's disappeared. He's found too many. I'll be careful
what I tell him, and Mr. Thorne needn't worry." Mrs. Mundy got up.
"Didn't you say he was coming this afternoon?"

"He is coming to-night. I am going out this afternoon."

Mrs. Mundy walked slowly to the door. She would have enjoyed talking
longer, but I could not talk. A sense of involvement with things
that frightened and repelled, with things of which I had hitherto
been irresponsibly ignorant, was bewildering me and I wanted to be
alone. I knew I was a coward, but there was no special need of her
knowing it.

I had been honest in thinking I wanted to know all sorts of people,
to see myself, and women like me, from the viewpoint of those denied
my opportunities, but it had not occurred to me as a possibility of
Scarborough Square that I should come in contact with any of the
women of Lillie Pierce's world. People like that had hardly seemed
the human beings other people were. And now--

"Tell Mr. Crimm whatever you think best." My back was to Mrs. Mundy.
"The girl is in trouble. You must see her. Bring her here if you
cannot go to her, and try and learn her side of the story. It's an
old one, perhaps, but it isn't fair that--"

"She should be shoved into hell and the lid shut down to keep her in,
and the man let alone to go where he pleases. It isn't fair, but
it's the world's way, and always will be lessen women learn some
things they ought to know. They wouldn't stand for some of the
things that go on if they understood them, but they don't understand.