XLILizabet was looking out of her window. She was full of jealousy and anger and spite. Janet had come into the house, but she hadn’t come to look for her. She had gone into the sitting-room, and there she was, talking to Anne. Before Anne came to them it was Lizabet whom she would have called out for the moment she came in. Now she went straight into the sitting-room and stayed there talking to Anne! She stamped her foot so hard that it hurt, and stared out at the quiet street.
There was a man there. He was looking at the numbers. Presently he turned away and crossed over. Lizabet had the strangest idea that he had been on the point of ringing their bell and had thought better of it. She picked up a hat and ran lightly down the stairs. If Janet came out of the sitting-room, she could say
