He rushed to Dawes Road to find the letter, but the letter was undiscoverable; with the spiteful waywardness which often characterizes such letters, it had disappeared. So Henry thought it would be as well to leave the incident alone. Their cheery politeness to each other when they chanced to meet was affecting to witness. As for Henry, he had always suspected in Geraldine the existence of some element, some quality, some factor, which was beyond his comprehension, and now his suspicions were confirmed.
He fell into a habit of saying, in his inmost heart: "Women!"
This meant that he had learnt all that was knowable about them, and that they were all alike, and that--the third division of the meaning was somewhat vague.
Just as he was ascending with the beautiful flunkey in the Kenilworth lift, a middle-aged and magnificently-dressed woman hastened into the marble hall from the street, and, seeing the lift in the act of vanishing with its precious burden, gave a slight scream and then a laugh. The beautiful flunkey permitted himself a derisive gesture, such as one male may make to another, and sped the lift more quickly upwards.
"Who"s she?" Henry demanded.
"_I_ don"t know, sir," said the flunkey. "But you"ll hear her ting-tinging at the bell in half a second. There!" he added in triumphant disgust, as the lift-bell rang impatiently. "There"s some people," he remarked, "as thinks a lift can go up and down at once."
Geraldine with a few bright and pleasant remarks ushered Henry directly into the presence of Mark Snyder. Her companion was not in the office.
"Well," Mr. Snyder expansively and gaily welcomed him, "come and sit down, my young friend."
"Anything wrong?" Henry asked.
"No," said Mark. "But I"ve postponed publication of the _Q. C._ for a month."
In his letters Mr. Snyder always referred to _A Question of Cubits_ as the _Q. C._
"What on earth for?" exclaimed Henry.
He was not pleased. In strict truth, no one of his innumerable admirers was more keenly anxious for the appearance of that book than Henry himself. His appet.i.te for notoriety and boom grew by what it fed on. He expected something colossal, and he expected it soon.
"Both in England and America," said Snyder.
"But why?"
"Serial rights," said Snyder impressively. "I told you some time since I might have a surprise for you, and I"ve got one. I fancied I might sell the serial rights in England to Macalistairs, at my own price, but they thought the end was too sad. However, I"ve done business in New York with _Gordon"s Weekly_. They"ll issue the _Q. C._ in four instalments.
It was really settled last week, but I had to arrange with Spring Onions. They"ve paid cash. I made "em. How much d"you think?"
"I don"t know," Henry said expectantly.
"Guess," Mark Snyder commanded him.
But Henry would not guess, and Snyder rang the bell for Geraldine.
"Miss Foster," he addressed the puzzling creature in a casual tone, "did you draw that cheque for Mr. Knight?"
"Yes, Mr. Snyder."
"Bring it me, please."
And she respectfully brought in a cheque, which Mr. Snyder signed.
"There!" said he, handing it to Henry. "What do you think of that?"
It was a cheque for one thousand and eighty pounds. Gordon and Brothers, the greatest publishing firm of the United States, had paid six thousand dollars for the right to publish serially _A Question of Cubits_, and Mark Snyder"s well-earned commission on the transaction amounted to six hundred dollars.
"Things are looking up," Henry stammered, feebly facetious.
"It"s nearly a record price," said Snyder complacently. "But you"re a sort of a record man. And when they believe in a thing over there, they aren"t afraid of making money talk and say so."
"Nay, nay!" thought Henry. "This is too much! This beats everything!
Either I shall wake up soon or I shall find myself in a lunatic asylum."
He was curiously reminded of the conjuring performance at the Alhambra.
He said:
"Thanks awfully, I"m sure!"
A large grandiose notion swept over him that he had a great mission in the world.
"That"s all I have to say to you," said Mark Snyder pawkily.
Henry wanted to breathe instantly the ampler ether of the street, but on his way out he found Geraldine in rapid converse with the middle-aged and magnificently-dressed woman who thought that a lift could go up and down at once. They became silent.
"_Good_-morning, Miss Foster," said Henry hurriedly.
Then a pause occurred, very brief but uncomfortable, and the stranger glanced in the direction of the window.
"Let me introduce you to Mrs. Ashton Portway," said Geraldine. "Mrs.
Portway, Mr. Knight."
Mrs. Portway bent forward her head, showed her teeth, smiled, laughed, and finally sn.i.g.g.e.red.
"So glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Knight!" she burst out loudly and uncontrollably, as though Geraldine"s magic formula had loosened a valve capable of withstanding enormous strains. Then she smiled, laughed, and sn.i.g.g.e.red: not because she imagined that she had achieved humour, but because that was her way of making herself agreeable. If anybody had told her that she could not open her mouth without sn.i.g.g.e.ring, she would have indignantly disbelieved the statement.
Nevertheless it was true. When she said the weather was changeable, she sn.i.g.g.e.red; when she hoped you were quite well, she sn.i.g.g.e.red; and if circ.u.mstances had required her to say that she was sorry to hear of the death of your mother, she would have sn.i.g.g.e.red.
Henry, however, unaccustomed to the phenomena accompanying her speech, mistook her at first for a woman determined to be witty at any cost.
"I"m glad to meet you," he said, and laughed as if to insinuate that that speech also was funny.
"I was desolated, simply desolated, not to see you at Miss Foster"s "at home,"" Mrs. Ashton Portway was presently sn.i.g.g.e.ring. "Now, will you come to one of my Wednesdays? They begin in November. First and third. I always try to get interesting people, people who have done something."
"Of course I shall be delighted," Henry agreed. He was in a mood to scatter largesse among the crowd.
"That"s so good of you," said Mrs. Ashton Portway, apparently overcome by the merry jest. "Now remember, I shall hold you to your promise. I shall write and remind you. I know you great men."
When Henry reached the staircase he discovered her card in his hand. He could not have explained how it came there. Without the portals of Kenilworth Mansions a pair of fine horses were protesting against the bearing-rein, and throwing spume across the street.
He walked straight up to the Louvre, and there lunched to the sound of wild Hungarian music. It was nearly three o"clock when he returned to his seat at Powells.
"The governor"s pretty nearly breaking up the happy home," Foxall alarmingly greeted him in the inquiry office.
"Oh!" said Henry with a very pa.s.sable imitation of guilelessness.
"What"s amiss?"