"That wouldn"t be so bad for Madge," she said reflectively. "She is bound to marry badly anyhow, she"s so impulsive, and Henry would be a good counterweight. He is very dependable."
"She would make him most unhappy," I said. "Probably Henry would be all right for Madge, but how about Madge for Henry?"
Mother looked at me and said nothing.
Russell proposed at the end of the next week, and I refused. He proposed in a movie. We"d had to give up the Art Gallery because Henry was always taking people through it. He took Toots one afternoon, and that finished us.
There was a little talk that Henry and Toots were getting rather thick.
The army man"s leave was up, and she had to have somebody. There was probably something to it. We saw them in the park one afternoon sitting on a bench, and I could have sworn she had her hand in his coat pocket!
Well, I refused Russell.
"Why?" he said. "You"re crazy about me, and you know it."
"I"m not going to marry a past," I said. "You"d make me horribly unhappy."
"I"d never bore you, that"s one thing."
"No, but you might find me dull."
"Dull! Darling girl, I"ve never had as interesting a month in my life."
I said nothing. After a minute:
"Do you remember the first night we really met?"
"In the pantry. Yes."
"Do you remember what you said about being cold? And I told you it was a question of the right man?"
I remembered.
"Well, I"m the man," he said triumphantly. "Don"t fool yourself--that little hand of yours slips into my coat pocket as if it belonged there.
And it does."
He pulled it out and kissed it. Luckily the theatre was dark.
Two days later I consented to elope with him. Mother was quite delirious when I told her. She came over and kissed my cheek.
"You"ve never disappointed me, Kit, never," she said. "If only Madge would do as well."
She sighed.
"Madge will probably marry for love, and be happy," I snapped. It was a silly speech. I haven"t an idea why I made it.
"And shabby," said mother.
I turned on her sharply. The strain of the last month was over, and I dare say I went to pieces.
"It"s all very well for you to be satisfied," I cried. "You"re not going to marry Russell Hill, and have him call you "girlie," and see his hat move every time he raises his eyebrows. I am."
She went out very stiffly, and sent her maid in with hot tea.
I was out at a theatre party that night, and mother was in my room when I got back.
"I want to talk to you, Katherine," she said, "I"ve been uneasy all evening."
"If you mean about what I said this afternoon, please forget it, mother.
I was tired and nervous. I didn"t mean it."
"Not that. I don"t want any mistake about this elopement. Now and then those things have a way of going wrong. Quite often there is trouble about a license or a minister."
"Send father ahead," I said flippantly.
"Not father. But some one really ought to look after things. Russell is not the sort to arrange anything in advance. I thought perhaps Henry--"
"Henry!"
"He is reliable," said mother. "And he has your well-being at heart. He is more like a brother than a good many brothers I know."
I could scream my head off when I think of it now. For we fixed on Henry, and I telephoned him to come round to dinner. He seemed rather surprised when he heard my voice.
"Honestly, Kit," he said, "do you want me?"
"I want you to do something for me."
"Then I"ll come. That"s all that"s necessary."
But it wasn"t as easy as it had promised after all. There"s something so downright about Henry. He was standing in front of the library fire after dinner when I told him.
"Henry," I said, "I am going to be married."
He did not say anything at first. Then:
"Well?" he asked.
"Do you know to whom?"
"Yes."
"Aren"t you going to say anything?"
"I don"t know what I can say," he said very slowly and carefully. "If each of you cares a lot, that"s all there is to it, isn"t it? The point is, of course, why you are doing it. If it"s to cut out somebody else, or to get money or anything like that, I"m not going to wish you happiness, because you won"t deserve it. If you"re in love with him, that"s different."
Did you ever try to tell a lie to a red-headed young man with blue eyes?
It"s extremely difficult.
"I"m not in love with him, Henry," I said. I was astounded to hear myself saying it.