The War-Workers
unsatisfactory, owing to the extreme haste with which she had conducted it, but was also about to make her late in arriving at the office. She threw an anxious glance at th
moving stream of market-carts, and arrived breathless at the offices in
seeing nothing for it but to put her bicycle into a corn
er of her staff as not even to exchange a "Good-m
graciously. "We're both
ok under the last signature as the clock struck ten, laug
off today," said Char Vivian, smili
t hearing an ecstatic gasp fr
and tone of easy kindness had secured for her litt
were like that, she told h
ession of weary concentration as
ss Delmege. Is th
her knees, in which lowly position she had been trying to coax the sma
at. She also was in uniform, and wore several curly stripes of gold
rough the thick, straight masses of reddish hair that hung over her forehead, Char
ale, fair skin powdered all over with tiny freckles, and beauti
mouth, and under her eyes that gave the odd impression of maturity. Her
e the great roll-top desk. Char Vivian's voice was deep and r
e-valley here? You really mustn't-but they're too love
he-valley had really cost more than she could afford, but those few words of apprec
murmured comments. She frequently affected an a
the Finance Department.... The Stores bill-to the Commissariat. What's all this-transport for that man in Hospital? I shall have to see to that myself. Look me up the War Office letters as to Petrol regulations, Miss Delmege, will you? Belgians again; they're very difficult to satisfy, poor people. Madame Van Damm-I don't remem
om the Overseas Hospital at three, and then there's that Miss Jones who's com
quarter of an hour at two o'clock. I can't really spare that,
he never relinquished to any one a business interview, so she merely l
tment for the day. That this supposition was not invariably correct was made manifest on this occasion by the demeanour of the unhappy Miss Plumtree, when her c
e o'clock, please-and I think that completes you
these averages include the first da
give the gross weight of the su
ll except the brisk tapping of Miss Vivian's long, slight fingers on the blotting-paper in front of her, deno
September, and O
es
s indeed it was, since Miss Plumtree had been engaged in conducting the quarte
nk y
room, with the consciousness o
may therefore have been responsible for the very modified enthusiasm with
her drawl slightly emphasized. "I thought
pinster anxiously. "Mrs. Tweedale and I cleare
cruelly, handing her a bundle of papers. "However, please take your af
ou, Miss
ft the room, the pleasurable anticipation
coiled twist of Miss Del
people are always asking for leave! I wonder what would happen if I to
been here," declared her secret
nderstand putting anything b
esolved that, after all, she would come and work on Sunday morning, although nominally no one came to the off
t, and the operator downstairs was unintelligent and twice
Henderson, what the dickens are y
o make rapid calculations on a large sheet of foolscap. She possessed and exercised
ly, the customary signal that she
se of it, and the services of the shorthand-typist, who was amongst the
time-limit of ten to five-thirty. But it was never difficult for Miss Vivian to commandeer volu
ning, Mis
s always gave her a sense of irritation. She was so jaun
k, never worked overtime, and had every Saturday afternoon off. Miss Vivian had once, in the early days of Miss Collins, suggested that she might like to wear uniform, and had received a smiling and unqua
brings them into contact with the men who have risked their lives for England," had been the f
g above silk-stockinged ankles and suede shoes. Even her red, fluffy curls were unnecessarily decked with half a dozen sparkling pro
r fall under that spell of personal magnetism to which the rest of the office was in more o
ry Organizations, and please do not use abb
an easily over her notebook, leaving
h served to emphasize the tired shadows beneath them
r failed to impress Miss Delmege, still writing at her corner table. In spite of frequent interruptions, Char pr
ge, please
he unhappy bearer of the card with a look
one to see you," she f
yed. Char Vivian, however, although frequently impatient, was not a passionate woman, and however much she might give rein to her tongue,
ared as she
ain Trevellyan t
nkfully and Miss Delmege retr
hair, a sheaf of papers, at which she on
al of herself and her work, and for an instant after Captain Trevellyan's booted tread had p
letter of even date, and wo
ve come for an off
any other way," he returned,
ay; we're in the midst
God, for the moment, and tell me something about th
oved of, brought forward a chair, and acknowledged Captain Trevellyan's pr
f officialdom by Miss Vivian's staff, with the exception of the unregenerate Miss Coll
litely, addressing his remark to Char, but casting a
y finished,
llins gaily, swinging a turquoise heart from
tones eminently calculated to allay any assumptio
m the room, her red head cocked at an angle that enabled her to
infelicitously worded inquiry which John was
enographer," s
here? She's longing to help you-couldn't ta
e her in the office; we have to be desperately official here, you know. Besides, it's such a comfort to get back in the evenings to some one wh
ther gallantly pathetic in the half-laughing turn of the phrase, and it sufficed for a weight
n Captain Trevellyan began to urge Miss Vivian to come
, and I really do want you to see how beau
stfully, "but I really mustn't,
official in Miss Vivian's regretful voice, caused the dis
declared to a fellow-worker whom she met upon th
all, balancing a wire basket full of official-loo
tell
icer, who wants her to see his new car. And she awfully wants
ay she is
isn'
about a quarter of an hour ago. Is he a Staff
nice-lookin
all. He's got a nice voice, too. Y
yself. Of course, that awful Miss Collins made eyes at h
I wonder if he's en
sudden access of discretion, implying a reticence which
yan and his motor-car had safely negotiated the cor
hen returned to her corner table, wearing an expression of comp
tion to our morning's work," she
o'clock, M
the Belgian files, will you? an
iss Delmege eagerly. "I-I thought p
the new car, I shan't leave the office till I have to go to th
to her own lunch
hat it'll be, you know. She'll sit there writing, writing, writing, and forget all about food, and then it'll be two
e ever go o
get them, especially now that the work is sim
asked Mrs. Bullivant from the head of t
t like it. She hates a fuss," M
explanatory ingratitude, was received
preted by her secretary, merely redounde
e most part accompanied by those who could not afford it-supplemented the meal with coffee and
k before Miss Delmege vent
't had lunch. Do let
ooked up, flu
ought. Send out one of the Scouts for a
ege, as she invariably di
he letter she was rapidly inditing, and h
ing acutely distressed, sat at a small table in
he paused in her pursuit of ever-elusiv
l long after ten o'clock, probably; but she never will have more for lunch, when she's very busy, than just buns and a pe