"I could give it up," she thought. But the idea disappeared at once. A flat would be cheaper, but it meant unending difficulties; it was not for nothing that Zoe, Lissa and Duckie envied her. And the rose-covered pergola! Besides it would mean saving a hundred a year or so; and, from her point of view, even two hundred and fifty a year was not worth saving. She was nearly twenty-eight, and could count on no more than between eight and twelve years of great attractiveness. This meant that, with the best of luck, she could not hope to ama.s.s much more than three thousand pounds. And then? Weston-super-Mare and thirty years in a boarding-house?
She was still full of hesitation and doubt as she greeted Betty at lunch. This was a great Sunday treat for the gentle P. R. R. girl. When she had taken off her coat and hat, she used to settle in an arm-chair with an intimate feeling of peace and protection. This particular day Betty did not settle down as usual, though the cushions looked soft and tempting and a clear fire burned in the grate. Victoria watched her for a moment. How exquisite and delicate this girl looked; tall, very slim and rounded. Betty had placed one hand on the mantelpiece, a small long hand rather coa.r.s.ened at the finger tips, one foot on the fender. It was a little foot, arched and neat in the cheap boot. She had bought new boots for the occasion; the middle of the raised sole was still white.
Her face was a little flushed, her eyes darkened by the glow.
"Well, Betty," said her hostess suddenly, "when"s the wedding?"
"Oh, Vic, I didn"t say . . . how can you . . ." Her face had blushed a tell-tale red.
"You didn"t say," laughed Victoria, "of course you didn"t say, shy bird!
But surely you don"t think I don"t know. You"ve met somebody in the City and you"re frightfully in love with him. Now, honest, is there anybody?"
"Yes . . . there is, but . . ."
"Of course there is. Now, Betty, tell me all about it."
"Oh, I couldn"t," said Betty, gazing into the fire. "You see it isn"t quite settled yet."
"Then tell me what you"re going to settle. First of all, who is it?"
"n.o.body you know. I met him at . . . well he followed me in Finsbury Circus one evening. . . ."
"Oh, naughty, naughty! You"re getting on, Betty."
"You mustn"t think I encouraged him," said Betty with a tinge of asperity. "I"m not that sort." She stopped, remembering Victoria"s profession, then, inconsequently: "You see, he wouldn"t go away and . . . now. . . ."
"And he was rather nice, wasn"t he?"
"Well, rather." A faint and very sweet smile came over Betty"s face.
Victoria felt a little strangle in her throat. She too had thought her bold partner at the regimental dance at Lympton rather nice. Poor old d.i.c.k.
"Then he got out of me about the P. R. R.," Betty went on more confidently. "And then, would you believe it, he came to lunch every day! Not that he was accustomed to lunch at places like that," she added complacently.
"Oh, a swell?" said Victoria.
"No, I don"t say that. He used to go to the Lethes, before they shut up.
He lives in the West End too, in Notting Hill, you know."
"Dear, dear, you"re flying high, Betty. But tell me, what is he like?
and what does he do? and is he very handsome?"
"Oh, he"s awfully handsome, Vic. Tall you know and very, very dark; he"s so gentlemanly too, looks like the young man in _First Words of Love_.
It"s a lovely picture, isn"t it?"
"Yes, lovely," said Victoria summarily. "But tell me more about him."
"He"s twenty-eight. He works in the City. He"s a ledger clerk at Anderson and Dromo"s. If he gets a rise this Christmas, he . . . well, he says . . ."
"He says he"ll marry you."
"Yes." Betty hung her head, then raised it quickly. "Oh, Vic, I can"t believe it. It"s too good to be true. I love him so dreadfully . . . I just can"t wait for one o"clock. He didn"t come on Wednesday. I thought he"d forgotten me and I was going off my head. But it was all right, they"d kept him in over something."
"Poor little girl," said Victoria gently. "It"s hard isn"t it, but good too."
"Good! Vic, when he kisses me I feel as if I were going to faint. He"s strong, you see. And when he puts his arms round me I feel like a mouse in a trap . . . but I don"t want to get away: I want it to go on for ever, just like that."
She paused for a moment as if listening to the first words of love. Then her mind took a practical turn.
"Of course we shan"t be able to live in Notting Hill," she added. "We"ll have to go further out, Shepherd"s Bush way, so as to be on the Tube.
And he says I shan"t go to the P. R. R. any more."
"Happy girl," said Victoria. "I"m so glad, Betty; I hope . . ."
She restrained a doubt. "And as you say you can"t stay to tea I think I know where you"re going."
"Well, yes, I am going to meet him," said Betty laughing.
"Yes . . . and you"re going to look at little houses at Shepherd"s Bush."
Betty looked up dreamily. She could see a two-storeyed house in a row, with a bay window, and a front garden where, winter or summer, marigolds grew.
After lunch, as the two women sat once more in the boudoir, they said very little. Victoria, from time to time, flicked the ash from her cigarette. Betty did not smoke, but, her hands clasped together in her lap, watched a handsome dark face in the coals.
"And how are you getting on, Vic?" she asked suddenly. Swamped by the impetuous tide of her own romance she had not as yet shown any interest in her friend"s affairs.
"I? Oh, nothing special. Pretty fair."
"But, I mean . . . you said you wanted to make a lot of money and . . ."
"Yes, I"m not badly off, but I can"t go on, Betty. I shall never do any good like this."
Betty was silent for some minutes. Her ingrained modesty made any discussion of her friend"s profession intolerable. Vanquished in argument, grudgingly accepting the logic of Victoria"s actions, she could not free her mind from the thought that these actions were repulsive, that there must have been some other way.
"Oh? You want to get out of it all . . . you know . . . I have never said you weren"t quite right, but . . ."
"But I"m quite wrong?"
"No . . . I don"t mean that . . . I don"t like to say that . . . I"m not clever like you, Vic, but . . ."
"We"ve done with all that," said Victoria coldly. "I do want to get out of it because it"s getting me no nearer to what I want. I don"t quite know how to do it. I"m not very well, you know."
Betty looked up quickly with concern in her face.
"Have those veins been troubling you again?"
"Yes, a little. I can"t risk much more."
"Then what are you going to do?"