XXXIIt is much easier to be firm for somebody else than for oneself. Mrs. Pink was all set to be disagreeable, and Anne hadn’t come out of feeling dazed. It was easier to give way, to pay what she asked, and have done with it. But Janet Wells wasn’t having any. She said just what she thought and she stuck to it, and in the end they got away.
When they were in a taxi with Anne’s suitcase, Janet turned to her.
“That’s a nasty woman. You ought never to have gone there.”
“I know. I’d been up half the night, and everywhere I went they seemed to be full. I—I must seem dreadfully stupid. I—I’m not always like this—I’m not really.”
“Of course you’re not. Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about anything.”
A sense of being looked after came comfortingly in upon Anne. She leaned back in the taxi
