"d.a.m.n it, I can see you"re eating."
In front of Beatrice was a plate of croissants and a plate of b.u.t.ter, a pot of strawberry jam, coffee, and a jug of cream. Beatrice was spreading b.u.t.ter thick on the delicious hot bread, covering this with jam, and then pouring the thick cream over all.
"You"ll kill yourself," said Frank.
"I don"t care," mumbled Beatrice with her mouth full.
"You"ll put on pounds and pounds."
"Go to h.e.l.l!"
She actually laughed in Frank"s face. My G.o.d, how good those croissants smelt!
"I"m disappointed in you, Beatrice. I thought you had more character."
"It"s your fault. That blasted woman. You would have her down. For a fortnight I"ve watched her gorge like a hog. It"s more than flesh and blood can stand. I"m going to have one square meal if I bust."
The tears welled up to Frank"s eyes. Suddenly she felt very weak and womanly. She would have liked a strong man to take her on his knee and pet her and cuddle her and call her little baby names. Speechless she sank down on a chair by Beatrice"s side. A waiter came up. With a pathetic gesture she waved towards the coffee and croissants.
"I"ll have the same," she sighed.
She listlessly reached out her hand to take a roll, but Beatrice s.n.a.t.c.hed away the plate.
"No, you don"t," she said. "You wait till you get your own."
Frank called her a name which ladies seldom apply to one another in affection. In a moment the waiter brought her croissants, b.u.t.ter, jam, and coffee.
"Where"s the cream, you fool?" she roared like a lioness at bay.
She began to eat. She ate gluttonously. The place was beginning to fill up with bathers coming to enjoy a c.o.c.ktail or two after having done their duty by the sun and the sea. Presently Arrow strolled along with Prince Roccamare. She had on a beautiful silk wrap which she held tightly round her with one hand in order to look as slim as possible and she bore her head high so that he should not see her double chin. She was laughing gaily. She felt like a girl. He had just told her (in Italian) that her eyes made the blue of the Mediterranean look like pea-soup. He left her to go into the men"s room to brush his sleek black hair and they arranged to meet in five minutes for a drink. Arrow walked on to the women"s room to put a little more rouge on her cheeks and a little more red on her lips. On her way she caught sight of Frank and Beatrice. She stopped. She could hardly believe her eyes.
"My G.o.d!" she cried. "You beasts. You hogs." She seized a chair. "Waiter."
Her appointment went clean out of her head. In the twinkling of an eye the waiter was at her side.
"Bring me what these ladies are having," she ordered.
Frank lifted her great heavy head from her plate.
"Bring me some pte de foie Bras, she boomed.
"Frank!" cried Beatrice.
"Shut up."
"All right. I"ll have some too."
The coffee was brought and the hot rolls and cream and the pte de foie gran and they set to. They spread the cream on the pte and they ate it. They devoured great spoonfuls of jam. They crunched the delicious crisp bread voluptuously. What was love to Arrow then? Let the Prince keep his palace in Rome and his castle in the Apennines. They did not speak. What they were about was much too serious. They ate with solemn, ecstatic fervour.
"I haven"t eaten potatoes for twenty-five years," said Frank in a far-off brooding tone.
"Waiter," cried Beatrice, "bring fried potatoes for three."
Tres bien, Madame."
The potatoes were brought. Not all the perfumes of Arabia smelt so sweet. They ate them with their fingers.
"Bring me a dry Martini," said Arrow.
"You can"t have a dry Martini in the middle of a meal, Arrow," said Frank. "Can"t I? You wait and see."
"All right then. Bring me a double dry Martini," said Frank.
"Bring three double dry Martinis," said Beatrice.
They were brought and drunk at a gulp. The women looked at one another and sighed. The misunderstandings of the last fortnight dissolved and the sincere affection each had for the others welled up again in their hearts. They could hardly believe that they had ever contemplated the possibility of severing a friendship that had brought them so much solid satisfaction. They finished the potatoes.
"I wonder if they"ve got any chocolate eclairs," said Beatrice.
"Of course they have."
And of course they had. Frank thrust one whole into her huge mouth, swallowed it and seized another, but before she ate it she looked at the other two and plunged a vindictive dagger into the heart of the monstrous Lena.
"You can say what you like, but the truth is she played a d.a.m.ned rotten game of bridge, really."
"Lousy," agreed Arrow.
But Beatrice suddenly thought she would like a meringue.
THE FACTS OF LIFE.
It was Henry Garnet"s habit on leaving the city of an afternoon to drop in at his club and play bridge before going home to dinner. He was a pleasant man to play with. He knew the game well and you could be sure that he would make the best of his cards. He was a good loser; and when he won was more inclined to ascribe his success to his luck than to his skill. He was indulgent, and if his partner made a mistake could be trusted to find an excuse for him. It was surprising then on this occasion to hear him telling his partner with unnecessary sharpness that he had never seen a hand worse played; and it was more surprising still to see him not only make a grave error himself, an error of which you would never have thought him capable, but when his partner, not unwilling to get a little of his own back, pointed it out, insist against all reason and with considerable heat that he was perfectly right. But they were all old friends, the men he was playing with, and none of them took his ill-humour very seriously. Henry Garnet was a broker, a partner in a firm of repute, and it occurred to one of them that something had gone wrong with some stock he was interested in.
"How"s the market today?" he asked.
"Booming. Even the suckers are making money."
It was evident that stocks and shares had nothing to do with Henry Garnet"s vexation; but something was the matter; that was evident too. He was a hearty fellow, who enjoyed excellent health; he had plenty of money; he was fond of his wife, and devoted to his children. As a rule he had high spirits, and he laughed easily at the nonsense they were apt to talk while they played; but today he sat glum and silent. His brows were crossly puckered and there was a sulky look about his mouth. Presently, to ease the tension, one of the others mentioned a subject upon which they all knew Henry Garnet was glad to speak.
"How"s your boy, Henry? I see he"s done pretty well in the tournament." Henry Garnet"s frown grew darker.
"He"s done no better than I expected him to."
"When does he come back from Monte?"
"He got back last night"
Did he enjoy himself?"
"I suppose so; all I know is that he made a d.a.m.ned fool of himself."
"Oh. How?"
"I"d rather not talk about it if you don"t mind."
The three men looked at him with curiosity. Henry Garnet scowled at the green baize.
"Sorry, old boy. You call."
The game proceeded in a strained silence. Garnet got his bid, and when he played his cards so badly that he went three down not a word was said. Another rubber was begun and in the second game Garnet denied a suit. "Having none?" his partner asked him.
Garnet"s irritability was such that he did not even reply, and when at the end of the hand it appeared that he had revoked, and that his revoke cost the rubber, it was not to be expected that his partner should let his carelessness go without remark.
"What"s the devil"s the matter with you, Henry?" he said. "You"re playing like a fool."
Garnet was disconcerted. He did not so much mind losing a big rubber himself, but he was sore that his inattention should have made his partner lose too. He pulled himself together.
"I"d better not play any more. I thought a few rubbers would calm me, but the fact is I can"t give my mind to the game. To tell you the truth I"m in a h.e.l.l of a temper."
They all burst out laughing.
"You don"t have to tell us that, old boy. It"s obvious."
Garnet gave them a rueful smile.
Well, I bet you"d be in a temper if what"s happened to me had happened to you. As a matter of fact I"m in a d.a.m.ned awkward situation, and if any of you fellows can give me any advice how to deal with it I"d be grateful."
"Let"s have a drink and you tell us all about it. With a K.C., a Home Office official and an eminent surgeon-if we can"t tell you how to deal with a situation, n.o.body can."
The K.C. got up and rang the bell for a waiter.
"It"s about that d.a.m.ned boy of mine," said Henry Garnet.
Drinks were ordered and brought. And this is the story that Henry Garnet told them.
The boy of whom he spoke was his only son. His name was Nicholas and of course he was called Nicky. He was eighteen. The Garnets had two daughters besides, one of sixteen and the other of twelve, but however unreasonable it seemed, for a father is generally supposed to like his daughters best, and though he did all he could not to show his preference, there was no doubt that the greater share of Henry Garnet"s affection was given to his son. He was kind, in a chaffing, casual way, to his daughters, and gave them handsome presents on their birthdays and at Christmas; but he doted on Nicky. Nothing was too good for him. He thought the world of him. He could hardly take his eyes off him. You could not blame him, for Nicky was a son that any parent might have been proud of He was six foot two, lithe but muscular, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, and he held himself gallantly erect; he had a charming head, well placed on the shoulders, with pale brown hair that waved slightly, blue eyes with long dark lashes under well-marked eyebrows, a full red mouth, and a tanned, clean skin. When he smiled he showed very regular and very white teeth. He was not shy, but there was a modesty in his demeanour that was attractive. In social intercourse he was easy, polite, and quietly gay. He was the offspring of nice, healthy, decent parents, he had been well brought up in a good home, he had been sent to a good school, and the general result was as engaging a specimen of young manhood as you were likely to find in a long time. You felt that he was as honest, open, and virtuous as he looked. He had never given his parents a moment"s uneasiness. As a child he was seldom ill and never naughty. As a boy he did everything that was expected of him. His school reports were excellent. He was wonderfully popular, and he ended his career, with a creditable number of prizes, as head of the school and captain of the football team. But this was not all. At the age of fourteen Nicky had developed an unexpected gift for lawn tennis. This was a game that his father not only was fond of, but played very well, and when he discerned in the boy the promise of a tennis-player he fostered it. During the holidays he had him taught by the best professionals and by the time he was sixteen he had won a number of tournaments for boys of his age. He could beat his father so badly that only parental affection reconciled the older player to the poor show he put up. At eighteen Nicky went to Cambridge and Henry Garnet conceived the ambition that before he was through with the university he should play for it. Nicky had all the qualifications for becoming a great tennis-player. He was tall, he had a long reach, he was quick on his feet, and his timing was perfect. He realized instinctively where the ball was coming and, seemingly without hurry, was there to take it. He had a powerful serve, with a nasty break that made it difficult to return, and his forehand drive, low, long, and accurate, was deadly. He was not so good on the backhand and his volleying was wild, but all through the summer before he went to Cambridge Henry Garnet made him work on these points under the best teacher in England. At the back of his mind, though he did not even mention it to Nicky, he cherished a further ambition, to see his son play at Wimbledon, and who could tell, perhaps be chosen to represent his country in the Davis Cup. A great lump came into Henry Garnet"s throat as he saw in fancy his son leap over the net to shake hands with the American champion whom he had just defeated, and walk off the court to the deafening plaudits of the mult.i.tude.
As an a.s.siduous frequenter of Wimbledon Henry Garnet had a good many friends in the tennis world, and one evening he found himself at a City dinner sitting next to one of them, a Colonel Brabazon, and in due course began talking to him of Nicky and what chance there might be of his being chosen to play for his university during the following season.
"Why don"t you let him go down to Monte Carlo and play in the spring tournament there?" said the Colonel suddenly.
"Oh, I don"t think he"s good enough for that. He"s not nineteen yet, he only went up to Cambridge last October; he wouldn"t stand a chance against all those cracks."
"Of course, Austin and von Cramm and so on would knock spots off him, but he might s.n.a.t.c.h a game or two; and if he got up against some of the smaller fry there"s no reason why he shouldn"t win two or three matches. He"s never been up against any of the first-rate players and it would be wonderful practice for him. He"d learn a lot more than he"ll ever learn in the seaside tournaments you enter him for."
"I wouldn"t dream of it. I"m not going to let him leave Cambridge in the middle of a term. I"ve always impressed upon him that tennis is only a game and it mustn"t interfere with work."
Colonel Brabazon asked Garnet when the term ended.
"That"s all right. He"d only have to cut about three days. Surely that could be arranged. You see, two of the men we were depending on have let us down, and we"re in a hole. We want to send as good a team as we can. The Germans are sending their best players and so are the Americans."
"Nothing doing, old boy. In the first place Nicky"s not good enough, and secondly, I don"t fancy the idea of sending a kid like that to Monte Carlo without anyone to look after him. If I could get away myself I might think of it, but that"s out of the question."
"I shall be there. I"m going as the non-playing captain of the English team. I"ll keep an eye on him."
"You"ll be busy, and besides, it"s not a responsibility I"d like to ask you to take. He"s never been abroad in his life, and to tell you the truth, I shouldn"t have a moment"s peace all the time he was there."
They left it at that and presently Henry Garnet went home. He was so flattered by Colonel Brabazon"s suggestion that he could not help telling his wife.
"Fancy his thinking Nicky"s as good as that. He told me he"d seen him play and his style was fine. He only wants more practice to get into the first flight. We shall see the kid playing in the semi-finals at Wimbledon yet, old girl."
To his surprise Mrs Garnet was not so much opposed to the notion as he would have expected.
"After all the boy"s eighteen. Nicky"s never got into mischief yet and there"s no reason to suppose he will now"
"There"s his work to be considered; don"t forget that. I think it would be a very bad precedent to let him cut the end of term."
"But what can three days matter? It seems a shame to rob him of a chance like that. I"m sure he"d jump at it if you asked him."
"Well, I"m not going to. I haven"t sent him to Cambridge just to play tennis. I know he"s steady, but it"s silly to put temptation in his way. He"s much too young to go to Monte Carlo by himself."
"You say he won"t have a chance against these crack players, but you can"t tell." Henry Garnet sighed a little. On the way home in the car it had struck him that Austin"s health was uncertain and that von Cramm had his off-days. Supposing, just for the sake of argument, that Nicky had a bit of luck like that-then there would be no doubt that he would be chosen to play for Cambridge. But of course that was all nonsense.
"Nothing doing, my dear. I"ve made up my mind and I"m not going to change it."
Mrs Garnet held her peace. But next day she wrote to Nicky, telling him what had happened, and suggested to him what she would do in his place if, wanting to go, he wished to get his father"s consent. A day or two later Henry Garnet received a letter from his son. He was bubbling over with excitement. He had seen his tutor, who was a tennis-player himself, and the Provost of his college, who happened to know Colonel Brabazon, and no objection would be made to his leaving before the end of term; they both thought it an opportunity that shouldn"t be missed. He didn"t see what harm he could come to, and if only, just this once, his father would stretch a point, well, next term, he promised faithfully, he"d work like blazes. It was a very pretty letter. Mrs Garnet watched her husband read it at the breakfast table; she was undisturbed by the frown on his face. He threw it over to her.
"I don"t know why you thought it necessary to tell Nicky something I told you in confidence. It"s too bad of you. Now you"ve thoroughly unsettled him."
"I"m sorry. I thought it would please him to know that Colonel Brabazon had such a high opinion of him. I don"t see why one should only tell people the disagreeable things that are said about them. Of course I made it quite clear that there could be no question of his going."
"You"ve put me in an odious position. If there"s anything I hate it"s for the boy to look upon me as a spoil-sport and a tyrant."
"Oh, he"ll never do that. He may think you rather silly and unreasonable, but I"m sure he"ll understand that it"s only for his own good that you"re being so unkind."
"Christ," said Henry Garnet.
His wife had a great inclination to laugh. She knew the battle was won. Dear, oh dear, how easy it was to get men to do what you wanted. For appearance sake Henry Garnet held out for forty-eight hours, but then he yielded, and a fortnight later Nicky came to London. He was to start for Monte Carlo next morning, and after dinner, when Mrs Garnet and her elder daughter had left them, Henry took the opportunity to give his son some good advice.
"I don"t feel quite comfortable about letting you go off to a place like Monte Carlo at your age practically by yourself," he finished, "but there it is and I can only hope you"ll be sensible. I don"t want to play the heavy father, but there are three things especially that I want to warn you against: one is gambling, don"t gamble; the second is money, don"t lend anyone money; and the third is women, don"t have anything to do with women. If you don"t do any of those three things you can"t come to much harm, so remember them well."