nothing, except just this: You won't find it easy to get other
work to do, and if you like to come back here on Monday morning,
the same as usual, I think you will be doing the sensible thing.

"Yours,
"PHILIP SLOTMAN."

She had never meant to go back. This morning she had thanked Heaven that
she had looked her last on Mr. Philip Slotman, and yet a few hours can
effect such changes.

The door was open to her; she could go back, and pick up her life again
where she had dropped it before her journey to Cornbridge. After all,
Slotman was not the only cad in the world. She would find others, it
seemed to her, wherever she went.

At any rate, Slotman had opened the door by which she might re-enter. As
he said, work would be very, very hard to get, and it was a bitter thing
to have to starve.

"Perhaps," she said to herself wearily as she lay down on her bed,
"perhaps I shall go back. It does not seem to matter so very much after
all what I do--and I thought it did."




CHAPTER VI

"THE ONLY POSSIBLE THING"