to them. Each day when the convent door closes behind me I feel that for them I have ceased to exist.”
“I can understand that it is something of a blow to your vanity,” he returned mockingly.
“My vanity.”
Kitty shrugged her shoulders. Then, smiling once more, she turned to him lazily.
“Why did you never tell me that you lived with a Manchu princess?”
“What have those gossiping old women been telling you? I am sure that it is a sin for nuns to discuss the private affairs of the Customs officials.”
“Why should you be so sensitive?”
Waddington glanced down, sideways, so that it gave him an air of slyness. He faintly shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s not a thing to advertise. I do not know that it would greatly add to my chances of promotion in the service.”
“Are you very fond of her?”
He looked up now and his ugly little face had the look of a naughty schoolboy’s.
“She’s abandoned everything for my sake, home, family, security and self-respect. It’s a good many years now since she threw everything to the winds to be with me. I’ve sent her away two or three times, but she’s always come back; I’ve run away from her myself, but she’s always followed me. And now I’ve given it up as a bad job; I think I’ve got to put up with her for the rest of my life.”
“She must really love you to distraction.”
