unexpectedly.â
He was not to know that saying those words, âmy father called to see meâ, was a really quite extraordinary experience for her, and only nodded with a smile.
âThatâs good. Well, I see the caretaker is waiting to boot us out â may I walk with you ladies to the tram?â
âThatâs all right,â Brenda replied. âI donât take a tram; I only live up the road.â
They stood in the street in the dusk of the evening, hesitating a moment, until Brenda walked away, calling goodnight over her shoulder, to which the others called, âSee you next week!â Then Mr Muirhead looked down at Elinor.
âIf youâre on your way back to the Primrose, I believe weâll be taking the same tram. I live in the West End myself, or at least my mother does, and I share her flat.â
âNice,â she commented.
âYes, though Iâll probably find a place of my own eventually. Just havenât got round to it.â
They walked in companionable silence to the tram stop, where they stood only a moment or two before their tram arrived and they climbed on, Mr Muirhead insisting on paying for Elinorâs ticket.
âWhatâs a penny between friends?â he asked lightly over her protests. âI donât think itâll break the bank.â
As they were shaken along on their short journey, she was aware of his grey eyes often on her face and racked her brains for something interesting to say, only nothing came to mind. Finally, she asked where in the West End his mother lived.
âShandwick Place. We live over a dress shop.â
âMy folks live over a shop, too. Dadâs a cobbler; we live over the shop he rents.â
âAnd whereâs that?â
She hesitated, looking for his reaction.
âFriarâs Wynd,â she said at last, and found no real reaction at all, apart from a polite nod.
âHere we are!â she cried, gladly rising for their stop. âThis is us.â
When theyâd left the tram, he said he would see her to the club, looking surprised when she immediately said that that wouldnât be necessary.
âThanks all the same, Mr Muirhead, but it wonât take me a minute to get to the club. Iâll be quite all right.â
As though she could possibly risk being seen with him outside the Primrose! There might well be someone looking out, and she could just imagine the questions that would be thrown at her when she got in, after theyâd seen her with her handsome escort.
âAs you wish, then,â he answered, touching his hat. âGoodnight, Miss Rae. Weâll meet again next week, I hope.â
âOh, yes, next week â Iâll be there! Goodnight, Mr Muirhead.â
Wonderfully relieved, she darted away through the traffic, knowing he was watching until sheâd turned at Mauleâs Corner and was out of his sight. By the time sheâd reached the Primrose, she knew he would be home in Shandwick Place, probably telling his mother about his class, probably not mentioning her, just as she would eventually be talking about the class, too, and not mentioning him. Thinking about him, though.
âHow did it go?â asked Mattie and Gerda in their attic room, when she was back, taking off her jacket, unpinning her hat. âDid you enjoy it?â
âWent very well. Yes, I enjoyed it. Met some interesting people.â
âAny men?â asked Mattie.
âThe class is nearly all men, as it happens.â
âAha!â cried Gerda. âTold you, I might be signing up for night school next year.â
âMe, too,â said Mattie, as Elinor turned aside, smiling a secret smile.
Fifteen
Saturday afternoon found Elinor back at Friarâs Wynd, walking with a light step through the children playing the old games she remembered playing herself â peevers, which was a sort of hopscotch, giant steps and baby steps, tig, cock a