Chapter FourteenWhen Candida reached her room she was surprised to find Nellie there. It was no more than half past ten, but that was late for her to be turning down the bed and putting in a hot water-bottle, and when she looked round it was plain to see that she had been crying. Candida shut the door and came towards her.
‘Why, Nellie, is anything the matter?’
Tears started again from between the reddened lips. The girl said angrily,
‘No, there isn’t, nor yet there isn’t going to be! I’m clearing out!’
‘Clearing out?’
Nellie stamped her foot.
‘Yes, I am, and nobody’s going to persuade me different! The money is good, and I won’t say it isn’t, but what’s the good of that if you’ve been scared out of your life or had something happen to you that you’re never going to forget?’
Candida
