"I"m going," he announced in trumpet tones, "to let her have it hot and strong. I"m going to carry her off her feet. I"m going--The devil of it all is," he added disconsolately, "that one never knows how to begin--when to chip in, in fact. You know! One can"t very well get to work while shaking hands; there has to be a little preliminary chit-chat of some kind. Then, the conversation goes and settles down to some rotten, irrelevant topic; and before you can work it round to suit your plans the next dance strikes up, or some criminal comes and interrupts you, or else it"s time to go home. And there you are, outside on the mat once more, kicking yourself to death!"
Timothy c.o.c.ked his silk hat upon his sleek head with great precision, and concluded:--
"But I am going to do it to-night, or perish. Give me five minutes in the Freeborns" conservatory between waltzes, and she has simply got to have it! Good-night!"
He bounced out of the room, and was gone.
"I wonder who the charmer is this time," mused Philip, getting up and knocking out his pipe. "I might have asked him."
He rang the bell, and after a moment Mrs. Grice glided respectfully into the room, after the manner of a cardboard figure in a toy theatre. She was followed by her husband, struggling with his coat.
""Ave you rang the bell, sir?" queried Mrs. Grice.
"Yes," said Philip. "Will you clear away, please. I want that table to-night--to write at."
During the turmoil which now ensued, Philip sat on the padded leather fire-guard and lit another pipe. Presently he said:--
"Mrs. Grice!"
Mrs. Grice, engaged in a bout of what looked like a game of catch-as-catch-can with Mr. Grice and the tablecloth, immediately extricated herself from her damask winding-sheet and came respectfully to attention.
"Sir?"
"Mrs. Grice, when you received your husband"s proposal of marriage, was it by letter or word of mouth?"
Mrs. Grice, needless to say, was quite overwhelmed with maidenly confusion. Coming from Timothy, such a question as this would have surprised her not at all; for Timothy was one of those fortunate persons who may say what they like to any one. But as uttered by her grave and reserved patron Mr. Meldrum, it sounded most alarming. She replied, breathlessly:--
"Was you referring to Mr. Grice or to my first "usband, sir?"
""Ow should Mr. Meldrum," enquired a husky voice from the sideboard, "know you ever "ad a fust "usband?"
Mrs. Grice, having now recovered her mental poise, countered with a lightning thrust.
"Knowing you as he does, Grice," she retorted, "is it likely Mr. Meldrum would dream of regardin" you as my first choice?"
Philip broke in pacifically:--
"Let us say your first husband, Mrs. Grice."
"Well, sir," began Mrs. Grice readily, ""e did it by word of mouth.
Leastways, not precisely. Partly by deputy, if you take my meaning, sir."
Philip made an apologetic gesture.
"Not absolutely," he said.
"Well, sir," continued Mrs. Grice, beginning to enjoy herself, "we"d bin walkin" out for some time, and it didn"t look like ever comin" to anything. So my brother George, "e said it was time the matter was took up proper. George was a brewer"s drayman. There was eleven of us altogether!--"
"Not _quite_ so much of it!" advised Mr. Grice, who had left the sideboard to join the symposium. "Get back to your first."
Needless to say, Mrs. Grice took not the slightest notice.
"Well, sir, George told me to tell "Enery--that bein" his name; Grice"s, as you know, bein" Albert--"
"Keep to the point, do!" groaned Mr. Grice.
"--George told me to tell "Enery--"Enery "Orbling his full name was--that if him and me wasn"t married inside of four weeks, George would come along and knock his "ead off. I told "Enery what George had said, sir," continued the old lady in a tone of tender reminiscence, "and I became Mrs. "Orbling in three weeks and six days exactly. That"s what I meant when I said that my courting was done by deputy. "Orbling died fourteen years ago, in Charing Cross Hospital. His kidneys are still--"
"I see," said Philip hurriedly. "Grice, when you asked the future Mrs.
Grice to become your wife, how did _you_ set about it?"
"Was you referrin", sir," enquired Mr. Grice, with a respectful wheeze, "to this Mrs. Grice or to my first wife?"
"Let us say this Mrs. Grice," said Philip, beginning to feel a little dizzy.
Mr. Grice, who had been a.s.sisting his second choice to load gla.s.ses and spoons on to a tray, once more desisted from his labours in order not to confuse his brain, and began, fixing his wavering eye upon a point on the wall just above Philip"s head:--
"I met "er at a birthday party at my late first"s married sister"s, sir.
I gave her a motter out of a cracker, which seemed to me to sum up what I wanted to say in very convenient fashion, sir. It said:--
_""If you love me as I love you, Then let"s begin to bill and coo,"_
sir. Very "andy and compact, I thought it."
"And what did you say to that, Mrs. Grice?" asked Philip.
"I told him to give over being a silly old man, sir," replied Mrs.
Grice, with extreme gratification.
"And did he?"
"No, sir," replied the simpering Mrs. Grice. ""E _would_ "ave me! He got his way." She smiled roguishly at her all-conquering spouse, who gave her a look of stern reproof. "Will there be anything further, sir?"
"No thank you," said Philip. "Good-night!"
His aged retainers having withdrawn, Philip sat on, staring into the fire.
"We all have our own ways of setting about things," he said aloud.
Philip had a bad habit of talking to himself, especially at moments of mental concentration. When scolded by Peggy, he had pleaded that it helped him to think. "Tim"s is a personal interview in the conservatory.
Grice"s is a motto out of a cracker. Mrs. Grice"s is a big brother.
Mine--"
He rose, and crossed the room to a locked bureau. From this he extracted an old leather writing-case, which had once belonged to his father. This he laid open upon the table, beside a green-shaded reading-lamp. After that he turned out all the other lights and made up the fire to a cheerful blaze. Finally, from the pocket of the writing-case he extracted a fat envelope. It was addressed, but not fastened. Philip drew up his chair to the table and pulled out the contents. These comprised many sheets, the last of which was not finished.
He read the letter right through, slowly and seriously. Occasionally he made an erasure or a correction, but not often. Then, when he reached the unfinished page, he charged his pen, squared his elbows, uttered a heavy sigh, and addressed himself to the labours of composition.
More than once he tore a page up and began again, but finally all was finished.
He leaned back and read the whole epistle right through again. Then he folded its many sheets in their right order and put them into the envelope.