by L. T. Meade
CHAPTER XV.
EDITH FRANKS.
When Florence reached home she sat down for a long time in her attic,and did not move. She was thoroughly tired, and the slight meal she hadtaken at the restaurant had by no means satisfied her appetite. Afterabout half an hour of anxious thought, during which she looked far olderthan her years, she took off her hat, and, going to her tiny chest ofdrawers, unlocked one of them and took her purse out. She carefullycounted its contents. There were twelve unbroken sovereigns in thepurse, and about two pounds' worth of silver--nearly fourteen pounds inall.
"How fast it is going!" thought the girl. "At this rate it will not seeme through the winter, and, if those terrible people at the differentregistry-offices are right, I may not get any work during the wholewinter. What shall I do? I will not go back to the little Mummy, to liveupon her and prove myself a failure. I shall not ask anybody to help me.I must, I will fight my battle alone. Oh, this hunger! What would I notgive for a good dinner."
She took up one of the shillings, and looked at it longingly. With thisin her hand, she could go down to the restaurant and have as much foodas she required. Suddenly she made up her mind.
"I must eat well for once. I must get over this hunger. I cannot helpmyself," she said to herself. "This meal must last me the greater partof the week; to-morrow and the next day and the next I must do with abread-and-butter dinner; but there is Sunday to be thought of--Sundaywith that nice Mr. Trevor, Sunday with the country air all around, andof course plenty to eat. If I can have a good dinner to-night, I can gowithout another at least till Sunday."
So, hastily putting back the rest of her money, and locking her drawer,she went downstairs to the restaurant. She went to a table where she hadsat before, and ordered her meal. She looked at the _menu_ and orderedher dinner with extreme care. She could have anything she fancied on the_menu_ for a shilling. A good many girls had really excellent andnourishing meals for sixpence, but Florence was so hungry she determinedto be, as she expressed it, greedy for once. So she made her selection,and then sat back to wait as best she could for the first of the dishesto arrive.
A girl with a rosy face and bright dark eyes presently came and took theseat opposite to her. She was a stranger to Florence. The waitress cameup and asked what the girl would like to have for dinner.
"Soup, please, and a chop afterwards," was the hasty reply.
The waitress went away, and the girl, taking a German book out of herbag, opened it and began to read eagerly. She did not notice Florence,who had no book, and was feeling in a very excited and fractious humour,becoming feverishly anxious for her dinner. Presently Florence droppedher napkin-ring, making a little clatter as she did so. The girl seatedopposite started, stopped, and picked it up for her.
"Thank you," said Florence.
There was something in her tone which caused the strange girl to dropher German book and look at her attentively.
"Are you very tired?" she said.
"Tired, yes, but it does not matter," answered Florence.
"It is the hot weather," said the girl; "it is horrid being in town now.I should not be, only--" She paused and looked full at Florence, thenshe said impulsively: "You will be somewhat surprised: I am going to bea doctor--a lady doctor. You are horrified, no doubt. Before ten yearsare out there will be women doctors in England: they are much wanted."
"But can you, do they allow you to study in the men's schools?"
"Do they?" said the girl; "of course they don't. I have to go to Americato get my degree. I am working here, and shall go to New York early inthe spring. Oh, I am very busy, and deeply interested. The whole thingis profoundly interesting, fearfully so. I am reading medical books, notonly in English, but also in French and German. Do you mind if I go onreading until dinner arrives?"
"Of course not. Why should you stop your studies on my account?" saidFlorence.
The girl again favoured her with a keen glance, and then, to Florence'ssurprise, instead of continuing her reading, she immediately closed herbook and looked full across at her companion.
"Why don't you read?" said Florence, in a voice which was almost cross.
"Thank you; I have found other employment."
"Staring at me?"
"Well, yes; you interest me. You are _fearfully_ neurotic and--andanaemic. You ought to take iron."
"Thank you," said Florence; "I don't want anything which would make memore hungry than I am at present. Iron is supposed to promote appetite,is it not?"
"Yes. Do you live in this house?"
"I do," answered Florence.
"I have taken a room on the third floor, No. 17. What is your number?"
"Oh, I aspire a good bit," said Florence, with the ghost of a smile;"the number of my room is 32."
"May I come and see you?"
"No, thank you."
"What a rude girl! You certainly are _fearfully_ neurotic. Ah! herecomes--no, it's not my dinner, it is yours."
The soup Florence had ordered was placed before her. How she wished thisbright-eyed girl, with the rude manner, as she considered, would resumeher German.
"Would you like me to go on reading?" said the girl.
"You can please yourself, of course," answered Florence.
"I won't look at you, if that is what you mean; but I do wish, if I maynot come to see you, that you will come to see me. There are so fewgirls at present in the house, and those who are there ought to makefriends, ought they not? See: this is my card--Edith Franks."
"And you really mean to be a doctor--a doctor?" said Florence, notglancing at the card which her companion pushed towards her.
"It is the dearest dream of my life. I want to follow in the steps ofMrs. Garrett Anderson; is she not noble? I thought you would bepleased."
"I don't know that I am; it does not sound feminine," replied Florence.She was devouring her soup, and hating Edith Franks for staring at her.
Presently Edith's own dinner arrived, and she began to eat. She ate in aleisurely fashion, sipping her soup, and breaking her bread into smallportions. She was not very hungry; in fact, she was scarcely hungry atall.
As Florence's own quite large meal proceeded, she began to considerherself the greediest of the greedy.
Miss Franks sat on and chatted. She talked very well, and she had plentyof tact, and soon Florence began to consider her rather agreeable thanthe reverse. Florence had ordered five distinct dishes for her dinner,and she ate each dish right through. Miss Franks was now even afraid toglance in her direction.
"There is no doubt the poor soul was starving," she said to herself.
At last Florence's meal was over. The two girls left the table together.
"Come to my room, won't you, to-night? It is not seven o'clock yet. Ialways have cocoa between nine and ten. Come and have a cup of cocoawith me, will you not?"
"Thank you," said Florence; "you are very good. My name is FlorenceAylmer."
"And you are studying? What are you doing?"
"I am not studying."
"Aren't you? Then--"
"You are full of curiosity, and you want to know why I am here," saidFlorence. "I am here because I want to earn my bread. I hope to get asituation soon. I am a girl out of a situation--you know the kind." Shegave a laugh, and ran up the winding stairs to her own attic at the topof the house, without glancing back at Edith Franks.
"Shy, poor, and half-starved," said the medical student to herself; "Ithought my work would come to me if I waited long enough. I must lookafter her a little bit."
Meanwhile, the very first thing Florence found when she entered her roomwas a letter, or, rather, a packet, lying on her table. She pounced uponit, as the hungry pounce on food. Her appetite was thoroughly satisfiedat last, and her mind was just in the humour to require some diversion.She thought that she would rather like having cocoa presently with MissFranks.
"She shall not patronise me; of that I am resolved," thought the proudgirl. But here was a letter--a thick, thick lette
r. She flung herselfinto the first chair and tore it open. She glanced, a puzzled expressionon her face, at pages of closely-written matter, and then picked up asingle sheet, which had fallen from the packet. The letter was fromBertha Keys, and ran as follows:--
"MY DEAR, GOOD, BRAVE FLO--
"I have obtained your address, no matter how, no matter why, and I write to you. How are you getting on? You did a daring thing when you returned you know what; but, my dear, I respect you all the more for endeavouring to be independent. I think, however, it is quite possible that you may have considered my other suggestion.
"Now, Flo, I should like to see myself in print--not myself as I am, but my words, the ideas which come through my brain. I long to see them before the world, to hear remarks upon them. Will you, dear Flo, read the tale which I enclose, and if you think it any good at all take it to a publisher and see if he will use it? You had better find an editor of a magazine, and offer it to him. It is not more than four thousand words in length, and it is, I think, exciting; and will you put your name to it and publish it as your own? I don't want the world to know Bertha Keys writes stories, but I should like the world to know the thoughts which come into her head, and if we make a compact between us there can be nothing wrong in it, and--but I will add no more. Do, do, dear Flo, make use of this story. I do not require any money for it. Make what use of it you can, and let me know if I am to send you further MSS.
"Your aunt, Mrs. Aylmer, is a little more snappish than usual. I have a hard time, I assure you, with her. My great friend, Maurice Trevor, returns, I think, in a day or two. Ah, Florence, you little know what a great, great friend he is!
"Yours affectionately,
"BERTHA KEYS."
