"Miss Dover prefers to stay and smoke a
cigar with me."
Miss Dover's face reddened, but she never budged. And it ended in Zoe
taking Severne with her to call on Rhoda Gale.
Rhoda Gale stayed in the garden till sunset, and then went to her
lodgings slowly, for they had no attraction--a dark room; no supper; a
hard landlady, half disposed to turn her out.
Dr. Rhoda Gale never reflected much in the streets; they were to her a
field of minute observation; but, when she got home she sat down and
thought over what she had been saying and doing, and puzzled over the
character of the man who had relieved her hunger and elicited her
autobiography. She passed him in review; settled in her mind that he was
a strong character; a manly man, who did not waste words; wondered a
little at the way he had made her do whatever he pleased; blushed a
little at the thought of having been so communicative; yet admired the
man for having drawn her out so; and wondered whether she should see him
again. She hoped she should. But she did not feel sure.
She sat half an hour thus--with one knee raised a little, and her hands
interlaced--by a fire-place with a burned-out coal in it; and by-and-by
she felt hungry again.
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