unfortunately; Martha sensibly went on drawing. In pencil it was easier; she started all over again and drew the invisible oval first. She put Miss Diverâs incomprehensible remarks out of her head at once. Indeed, a great many of Doloresâ remarks, or ejaculations, were at this time incomprehensible to her: âKing Hal!â for instance, Dolores would cryâbefore the bronze lady: an obvious piece of nonsensicality. Or âBig Harry!â ejaculated Miss Diver, caressing a stuffed ermine. Martha took as little notice as possible.
She was thus unsurprised (and took equally little notice) when Miss Diver repeatedly described the situation of Mr Gibsonâs establishment.
âIn Kensington High Street, over a tailorâs,â explained Miss Diver. âAt the corner of Kensington High Street and Almaviva Place.â (She had never been there; but could have mapped like a surveyor Mr Gibsonâs daily route between home and shop.) âKensington Gardens is where you like to go and play, isnât it, dear? Well, the High Street is just the other side â¦â
Martha said yes, and you could also take a bus.
This was her greatest failure of all. For Miss Diver and Mr Gibson, though they had bound themselves not to communicate, hadnât bound the child Martha, and Miss Diver couldnât help dreaming dreams. Martha had only to run across the Gardens (or if she preferred it, go by bus), and then again who knew, who knew! âOh, Mr Gibson, canât I just take Dolores a message?â Miss Diver imagined Martha pleading. â I know it would make her so happy! â Though Martha had quite egregiously failed to twine herself about his heart, a childâs pleading who can resist? Dolores didnât see her King Hal resisting long; and it would be neither her doing nor his, that communication was re-established â¦
It was weakness on Doloresâ part, not treachery. She knew their future, divergent fates inevitable. If she hoped that perhaps Mr Gibson would follow his message in person, it was with no idea of trying to seduce him from the path of dutyâjust to see him once again, in the sitting-room, without exchanging a caress, or even a word, would have comforted her. Miss Joyce might still have been right to take alarm, as she undoubtedly would have done, had she heard Mr Gibsonâs address so perpetually drummed in Marthaâs ears. It was an oddity of the situation that Miranda now recognised Mr Gibsonâs passionate nature better than Dolores did; and wouldnât have trusted him in Alcock Road a moment.
Again the point remained academic, because as far as Martha was concerned Mr Gibsonâs shop might have been on the moon. She had no idea why Dolores (recapitulating familiar topography) bent such pressing looks on her. And after not very long Dolores herself lost heart. Something peculiarly stolid and self-contained about Marthaâas she squared her elbows on the kitchen-table to draw a saucepan, or a casserole, or a mustard-spoon soaking in an egg-cupâcaused Miss Diver to lose heart.
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âIf a kiddie comes wanting to see me,â Mr Gibson instructed Miss Molyneux, âsend her up. Sheâll be from Jaspéâs.â
To his surprise, Miss Molyneux at once looked intelligent.
âWeâve heard that too, Mr Gibsonâhow Jaspéâs have been buying at auction. Miss Harris thinks thereâll be some very nice bargains going indeed, and Iâm sure I agreeâfor they certainly havenât anyone like her , to re-model! Not that I can think it right, however hard-pressed, sending a child with a great heavy box.â
âShe wonât have a box,â said Mr Gibson.
âAnyway, Iâll give her a choc,â said kind Miss Molyneux.
Thus a warm welcome awaited Martha in Kensington. Miss Molyneux would have bustled her up to the office and fed her chocolates when she came down. Mr Gibson would have