Everything is arranged; you know
Nina was always so--so business-like--"
"Yes, but the fool of a housemaid should have called Mrs. Grey!" he
exclaimed.
"But why, Mr. Moore?" Estelle continued. "She only thought that Nina was
so considerate--no one to be awakened--and then a cab is called, and
Nina goes away--"
"And of course the housemaid didn't hear what direction was given to the
cabman!"
"No; it is a misfortune," said Estelle, with a sigh. "It is a
misfortune, but she is not so much in fault. She did not conjecture--she
thought Nina was going to catch an early train--that she did not wish to
disturb any one. All was in order; all natural, simple; no one can blame
her. And so poor Nina disappears--"
"Yes, disappears into the world of London, or into the larger world,
without friends, without money--had she any money, Miss Girond?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Estelle exclaimed. "You did not know? Ah, she was so
particular; always exact in her economies, and sometimes I laughed at
her; but always she said perhaps some day she would have to play the
part of the--the--benevolent fairy to some poor one, and she must save
up--"
"Had she a bank account?"
Estelle nodded her head.
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