"Why, Essie," she exclaimed, catching sight of her cousin"s face.
"You"re ill, Essie; come in and sit down by the fire. I do hope to goodness you haven"t gone and caught nothing."
"I have caught nothing," said Esther. "I am not ill."
She untied her bonnet strings and loosened her long straight cloak.
"Is father in, Cherry? I want to see him the minute he returns."
"You"ll have to wait then," said Cherry, turning away in a half offended manner. If Esther did not choose to confide in her she was not going to force confidence.
She resumed her cooking with vigor, reading aloud portions from the volume on her knees as she did so.
"The Lady Jane was tall and slim; The Lady Jane was fair----"
"Essie, I wish you wouldn"t fidget so. Whatever is the matter?"
"I want my father," repeated Esther.
"Well, he"s not in. Uncle"s never back till an hour after this. I tell him he"s more and more of a nurse and less and less of a clerk every day of his life; he don"t like it, but it"s true. That old Mr. Paget is past bearing."
Esther rose with a sigh, folded her cloak, laid it on a chair, placed her bonnet on top of it, and going over to the fireplace gazed into the flames.
Cherry"s cooking frizzled and bubbled in the pan, Cherry"s own head was bent over her book.
"This is the rarest fun," she exclaimed suddenly. "Didn"t Lady Jane pay Sir Thomas out? Lord, it were prime. You never will read the "Ingoldsby Legends," Esther. Now I call them about the best things going. How white you do look. Well, it"s a good thing you are in time for a bit of supper. I have fried eggs and tomatoes to-night, browned up a new way.
Why don"t you take your cloak and bonnet upstairs, Essie, and sit down easy like? It fidgets one to see you shifting from one foot to another all the time."
"I"m going out again in a minute," said Esther. "I came in early because I wanted my father. Oh, there"s his latch-key in the door at last. Don"t you come, Cherry. I want to speak to him by myself."
Cherry"s hot face grew a little redder.
"I like that," she said to herself. "It"s drudge, drudge with me--drudge, drudge from morning till night; and now she won"t even tell me her secrets. I never has no livening up. I liked her better when she was flighty and flirty, that I did--a deal better. We"ll, I"ll see what comes of that poor Sir Thomas."
Meanwhile Esther, with one hand on her father"s shoulder, was talking to him earnestly.
"I want you to come back with me, father--back this very minute."
"Where to, child?"
"To Commercial Road. There"s to be a big meeting of the unemployed, and the Sisters and I, we was to give supper to some of the women and children. The meeting will be in the room below, and the supper above.
I want you to come. Some gentlemen are going to speak to them; it won"t be riotous."
Helps drew a deep sigh. It was a damp drizzling night, and he was tired.
"Can"t you let me be this time, Essie?" he said.
"No, father, no, you must come to-night."
"But I can"t do nothing for the poor fellows. I pity them, of course, but what can I do?"
"Nothing, only come to the meeting."
"But what for, Essie?"
"To please me, if for no other reason."
"Oh, if you put it in that way."
"Yes, I put it that way. You needn"t take off your great coat. I"ll have my cloak and bonnet on again in a jiffy."
"What, child, am I to have no supper?"
Poor Helps found the smell from the kitchen very appetising.
"Afterwards, when you come back. Everything good when you come back.
Now, do come. It is so important."
She almost dragged him away. Cherry heard the house door bang after the two.
"Well, I"m done," she exclaimed! "See if I"ll cook for n.o.body another time."
Esther and her father found an omnibus at the corner of their street.
In a little over half-an-hour they were in Commercial Road; a few minutes later they found themselves in the large barn-like building which was devoted to this particular mission.
The ground floor consisted of one huge room, which was already packed with hungry-looking men and half-grown boys.
"Stand near the door," said Esther, giving her father explicit directions. "Don"t stay where the light will fall on your face. Stand where you can look but can"t be seen."
"You don"t want me to be a spy, child. What is the meaning of all this?"
"You can put any meaning you like on it. Only do what I tell you. I want you to watch the men as they come in and out of the room. Watch them all; don"t let one escape you. Stay until the meeting is over.
Then tell me afterwards if there is any one here whom you know."
"What is the girl up to?" muttered Helps.
But Esther had already slipped upstairs. He heard sounds overhead, and women and children going up the stairs in groups; he saw more than one bright-looking Sister rushing about, busy, eager, and hopeful. Then the sounds within the large lower room showed him that the meeting had begun, and he turned his attention to the task set him by his daughter.
Certainly Esther was a queer girl, a dear, beautiful girl, but queer all the same. In what a ridiculous position she had placed him in; a tired elderly clerk. He was hungry, and he wanted his supper; he was weary, and he sighed for his pipe and his easy-chair. What had he in common with the men who filled this room. Some of them, undoubtedly, were greatly to be pitied, but many of them only came for the sake of making a fuss and getting noticed. Anyhow, _he_ could not help them, and what did Esther mean by getting him to stand in this draughty doorway on the chance of seeing an old acquaintance; he was not so much interested in old acquaintances as she imagined.
The room was now packed, and the gentleman who occupied the platform, a very earnest, energetic, thoughtful speaker, had evidently gained full attention. Helps almost forgot Esther in the interest with which he listened. One or two men offered to make way for him to go further into the room; but this he declined. He did not suppose any friend of Esther"s would appear; still he must be true to the girl, and keep the draughty post she had a.s.signed him.
At the close of the first address, just when a vociferous clapping was at its height, Helps observed a tall very thin man elbowing his way through the crowd. This crowd of working men and boys would not as a rule be prepared to show either forbearance or politeness. But the stranger with a word whispered here, or a nod directed there, seemed to find "open sesame" wherever he turned. Soon he had piloted his way through this great crowd of human beings almost to the platform.
Finally he arrested his progress near a pillar against which he leaned with his arms folded. He was more poorly dressed than most of the men present, but he had one peculiarity which rendered him distinguishable; he persistently kept his soft felt hat on, and well pushed forward over his eyes.
Helps noticed him, he could scarcely himself tell why. The man was poor, thin. Helps could not get a glimpse of his face, but there was something in his bearing which was at once familiar and bespoke the gentleman.
"Poor chap, he has seen better days," muttered Helps. "Somehow, he don"t seem altogether strange, either."
Then he turned his attention once more to watch for the acquaintance whom Esther did not want him to miss.