and yet in some indefinable way
She was beginning to chafe under the sense of restraint. She was being “school-marmed” she thought. No girl likes the ostentatious protection of the big brother or the head mistress. The soul of the schoolgirl yearns to break from the “crocodile” in which she is marched to church and to school, and this sensation of being marshalled and ordered about, and of living her life according to a third person’s programme, and that third person a man, irked her horribly.
Old Jaggs was the outward and visible sign of Jack Glover’s unwarranted authority, and slowly there was creeping into her mind a suspicion that Jean Briggerland might not have been mistaken when she spoke of Jack’s penchant for “ordering people about.”
Life was growing bigger for her. She had broken down the barriers which had confined her to a narrow promenade between office and home. The hours which she had had to devote to work were now entirely free, and she could sketch or paint whenever the fancy took her–which was not very often, though she promised herself a period of hard work when once she was settled down.
Toward the good-looking young lawyer her point of view had shifted. She hardly knew herself how she regarded him. He irritated, and yet in some indefinable way, pleased her. His sincerity–? She did not doubt his sincerity. She admitted to herself that she wished he would call a little more frequently than he did. He might have persuaded her that Jaggs was a necessary evil, but he hadn’t even taken the trouble to come. Therefore–but this she did not admit–Jaggs must go.
“I don’t think the old gentleman’s quite right in his head, you know, sometimes,” said Mrs. Morgan.
“Why ever not, Mrs. Morgan?” asked the girl in surprise.
“I often hear him sniggering to himself as I go past his door. I suppose he stays in his room all night, miss?”
“He doesn’t,” said the girl emphatically, “and that’s why he’s going. I heard him in the passage at two o’clock this morning; I’m getting into such a state of nerves that the slightest sound awakens me. He had his boots off and was creeping about in his stockings, and when I went out and switched the light on he bolted back to his room. I can’t have that sort of thing going on, and I won’t! it’s altogether too creepy!”
Mrs. Morgan agreed.
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