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concerned herself with any career beside her own. She sat for a few minutes talking to Miss Quincey and thinking as she talked. Perhaps she was wondering how she would like to be forty-five and incompetent; to be overtaken on the terrible middle-way; to feel the hurrying generations after her, their breath on her shoulders, their feet on her heels; to have no hope; to see Mrs. Moon sitting before her, immovable and symbolic, the image of what she must become. They were two very absurd and diminutive figures, but they stood for a good deal. To Cautley, Rhoda herself as she revolved these things looked significant enough. Leaning forward, one elbow bent on her knee, her chin propped on her hand, her lips pouting, her forehead knit, she might have been a young and passionate Pallas, brooding tempestuously on the world. "Miss Vivian is on my side, I see. I'll leave her to do the fighting." And he left her. Rhoda's first movement was to capture Miss Quincey's hand as it wildly reconnoitred for a pocket handkerchief among the pillows. "Don't worry about it," she said, "I'll speak to Miss Cursiter." Dr. Cautley, enduring a perfunctory five minutes with Mrs. Moon, could hear Miss Vivian running downstairs and the front door opening and closing upon her. With a little haste and discretion he managed to overtake her before she had gone very far. He stopped to give his verdict on her friend. She had expected him. "Well," she asked, "it _is_ overwork, isn't it?" "Very much overwork; and no wonder. I knew she was a St. Sidwell's woman as soon as I saw her." "That was clever of you. And do you always know a St. Sidwell's woman when you see one?" "I do; they all go like this, more or less. It seems to me that St. Sidwell's sacrifices its women to its girls, and its girls to itself. I don't imagine you've much to do with the place, so you won't mind my saying so." Rhoda smiled a little maliciously. "You seem to take a great deal for granted. As it happens I am Classical Mistress there." Dr. Cautley looked at her and bit his lip. He was annoyed with himself for his blunder and with her for being anything but Rhoda Vivian--pure and simple. Rhoda laughed frankly at his confusion. "Never mind. Appearances are deceitful. I'm glad I don't look like it." "You certainly do not. Still, Miss Quincey is a warning to anybody." "She? She was never fit for the life." "No. Your race is to the swift and your
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