ood that, whatever my station in life may be
now, I have risen from rather--well, I may say _very_ small beginnings.
POLLITT.
What matters that?
SOPHY.
Oh, but I beg your pardon--it does. [_Relaxing._] I am sure I can depend
on you not to give me away all over the place?
POLLITT.
Miss Fullgarney--!
SOPHY.
[_After a cautious glance round._] You know, Mr. Valma, I was always a
self-willed, independent sort of a girl--a handful, they used to call
me; and when father died I determined to have done with my step-mother,
and to come to London at any price. I was seventeen then.
POLLITT.
Yes?
SOPHY.
Oh, it's nothing to be ashamed of, really; still, I did begin life in
town--[_with an uneasy little laugh and a toss of the head_]--you'd
hardly believe it!--as a nursery-maid.
POLLITT.
H'm! I am aware that is not considered--
SOPHY.
I should think not! Oh, of course, in time I rose to be Useful Maid, and
then Maid. I've been lady's-maid in some excellent houses. And when I
got sick of maiding I went to Dundas's opposite, and served three years
at the hairdressing; that's an extremely refined position, I needn't
say. And then some kind friends routed me out, [_surveying the room
proudly_] and put me into this.
POLLITT.
Then why bestow a second thought upon your beginnings?
SOPHY.
No, I suppose I oughtn't to. Nobody can breathe a word against my
respectability. All the same, I am quite aware that it mightn't be over
pleasant for a gentleman to remember that his wife was once--[_sitting
in the screen-chair_] well, a servant.
POLLITT.
[_By her chair._] It would not weigh on my mind if you had been
kitchen-maid [_pointing out of the window_] at Fletcher's Hotel.
[_Looking about him._] It's this business I don't care for.
SOPHY.
This business!
POLLITT.
For _you_. If you did no more than glide about your rooms,
superintending your young ladies! [_Sitting, facing her._] But I hate
the idea of your sitting here, or there, holding some man's hand in
yours!
SOPHY.
[_Suddenly ablaze._] Do you! [_Pointing out of the window._] Yet you sit
there, day after day, and hold women's hands in yours!
POLLITT.
[_Eagerly._] You are jealous of me?
SOPHY.
[_Panting._] A little.
POLLITT.
[_Going down upon one knee._] Ah, you do love me!
SOPHY.
[_Faintly._] Fondly.
POLLITT.
And you will be my wife?
SOPHY.
Yes.
POLLITT.
[_Embracing her._] My dearest!
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