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Pretty Sue Clayton with her ringlets and rosy cheeks had not been Oliver's only listener.
His mother had been sitting inside the drawing-room, just beside the open window. She had spoken to Sue and Oliver when they first mounted the steps, and had begged them both to come in, but they had forgotten her presence. Unintentionally, therefore, she had heard every word of the conversation. Her old fears rushed over her again with renewed force. She had never for a moment supposed that Oliver wanted to be a painter -- like Mr. Crocker! Now at last she understood his real object in talking to Lavinia the night of the musical.