NINETY-THIRD CHAPTER

I had walked so slowly and stopped so often that it was two o'clock in

the afternoon when I passed through Aldgate.

I was then faint for want of food, so I looked out for a tea-shop or

restaurant.

I passed several such places before I found the modest house I wanted.

Then I stepped into it rather nervously and took the seat nearest the

door.

It was an oblong room with red plush seats along the walls behind a line

of marble-topped tables. The customers were all men, chiefly clerks and

warehousemen, I thought, and the attendants were girls in black frocks

and white aprons.

There seemed to be a constant fire of free-and-easy flirtation going on

between them. At one table a man in a cloth cap was saying to the girl

who had served him:

"What's the damage, dearie?"

"One roast, one veg, two breads--'levenpence, and no liberties, mister."

"Sunday off, Em'ly?" said a youth in a red tie at another table, and

being told it was, he said:

"Then what do you say to 'oppin' up to 'Endon and 'aving a day in a

boat?"

I had to wait some time before anybody came to attend to me, but at

length a girl from the other end of the room, who had taken no part in

these amatory exchanges, stepped up and asked what I wanted.

I ordered a glass of cold milk and a scone for myself and a pint of hot

milk to replenish baby's bottle.

The girl served me immediately, and after rinsing and refilling the

feeding-bottle she stood near while the baby used it.

She had quiet eyes and that indefinable expression of yearning

tenderness which we sometimes see in the eyes of a dear old maid who has

missed her motherhood.

The shop had been clearing rapidly; and as soon as the men were gone,

and while the other girls were sitting in corners to read penny

novelettes, my waitress leaned over and asked me if I did not wish to go

into the private room to attend to baby.

A moment afterwards I followed her into a small apartment at the end of

the shop, and there a curious thing occurred.

She closed the door behind us and asked me in an eager whisper to allow

her to see to baby.

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