"No, not without result. I am very grateful to you, and I shall remember
your warning."
"But you won't profit by it," Green's voice was moody.
"I think I shall," she said. "In any case, I am only going for a week on
trial. That couldn't hurt anyone."
He did not look at her. "You're going out of the goodness of your
heart," he said. "And--though you won't like it--you'll stay for the
same reason."
"Oh, don't you think you are rather absurd?" said Juliet. "I am not at
all that sort of person, I assure you."
"I think you are," said Green.
She laughed again. "Well I am told you are quite a frequent visitor
there. Why do you go--if you don't like it?"
"That is different," he said. "I can hold my own--anyway with Mr.
Fielding."
She lifted her brows. "And you think I can't?"
"I think you'll lead a dog's life," he said.
"Oh, I hope not. It won't be on a chain anyhow. I've provided
against that."
"You'll hate it," Green said with conviction.
"I don't think I shall," she answered quietly. "If I do, I shall
come away."
"It'll be too late then," he said.
"Too late!" Juliet's soft eyes opened wide. "What can you mean?"
He made a gesture which though half-restrained was yet vehement "It's a
hostile atmosphere--a hateful atmosphere.
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