Just for a moment it must be confessed, the tone of the letter damped George. He could not have said just what he had expected, but certainly Reggie"s revelations had prepared him for something rather warmer, something more in the style in which a girl would write to the man she loved. The next moment, however, he saw how foolish any such expectation had been. How on earth could any reasonable man expect a girl to let herself go at this stage of the proceedings? It was for him to make the first move. Naturally she wasn"t going to reveal her feelings until he had revealed his.
George raised the letter to his lips and kissed it vigorously.
"Hey, mister!"
George started guiltily. The blush of shame overspread his cheeks.
The room seemed to echo with the sound of that fatuous kiss.
"Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" he called, snapping his fingers, and repeating the incriminating noise. "I was just calling my cat," he explained with dignity. "You didn"t see her in there, did you?"
Albert"s blue eyes met his in a derisive stare. The lid of the left one fluttered. It was but too plain that Albert was not convinced.
"A little black cat with white shirt-front," babbled George perseveringly. "She"s usually either here or there, or--or somewhere. Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!"
The cupid"s bow of Albert"s mouth parted. He uttered one word.
"Sw.a.n.k!"
There was a tense silence. What Albert was thinking one cannot say.
The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts. What George was thinking was that the late King Herod had been unjustly blamed for a policy which had been both statesmanlike and in the interests of the public. He was blaming the mawkish sentimentality of the modern legal system which ranks the evisceration and secret burial of small boys as a crime.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean."
"I"ve a good mind to--"
Albert waved a deprecating hand.
"It"s all right, mister. I"m yer friend."
"You are, are you? Well, don"t let it about. I"ve got a reputation to keep up."
"I"m yer friend, I tell you. I can help yer. I want to help yer!"
George"s views on infanticide underwent a slight modification.
After all, he felt, much must be excused to Youth. Youth thinks it funny to see a man kissing a letter. It is not funny, of course; it is beautiful; but it"s no good arguing the point. Let Youth have its sn.i.g.g.e.r, provided, after it has finished sn.i.g.g.e.ring, it intends to buckle to and be of practical a.s.sistance. Albert, as an ally, was not to be despised. George did not know what Albert"s duties as a page-boy were, but they seemed to be of a nature that gave him plenty of leisure and freedom; and a friendly resident of the castle with leisure and freedom was just what he needed.
"That"s very good of you," he said, twisting his reluctant features into a fairly benevolent smile.
"I can "elp!" persisted Albert. "Got a cigaroot?"
"Do you smoke, child?"
"When I get "old of a cigaroot I do."
"I"m sorry I can"t oblige you. I don"t smoke cigarettes."
"Then I"ll "ave to "ave one of my own," said Albert moodily.
He reached into the mysteries of his pocket and produced a piece of string, a knife, the wishbone of a fowl, two marbles, a crushed cigarette, and a match. Replacing the string, the knife, the wishbone and the marbles, he ignited the match against the tightest part of his person and lit the cigarette.
"I can help yer. I know the ropes."
"And smoke them," said George, wincing.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing."
Albert took an enjoyable whiff.
"I know all about yer."
"You do?"
"You and Lidy Mord."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"I was listening at the key-"ole while the row was goin" on."
"There was a row, was there?"
A faint smile of retrospective enjoyment lit up Albert"s face. "An orful row! Shoutin" and yellin" and cussin" all over the shop.
About you and Lidy Maud."
"And you drank it in, eh?"
"Pardon?"
"I say, you listened?"
"Not "arf I listened. Seeing I"d just drawn you in the sweepstike, of course, I listened--not "arf!"
George did not follow him here.
"The sweepstike? What"s a sweepstike?"
"Why, a thing you puts names in "ats and draw "em and the one that gets the winning name wins the money."
"Oh, you mean a sweepstake!"
"That"s wot I said--a sweepstike."
George was still puzzled.
"But I don"t understand. How do you mean you drew me in a sweepstike--I mean a sweepstake? What sweepstake?"