"Don"t look round," I said sharply. "I"m not dressed."
"Can"t you stay a few minutes?"
"Certainly not."
"If I don"t look?"
Well, it seemed silly to run. I was more covered up than I"d been the night before in my ball gown. Besides, it had occurred to me that Henry could be useful if he would. A sort of plan had popped into my head.
Inspiration, I called it then.
"Pretty nice last night, wasn"t it?" he asked, talking to the fireplace.
"You looked some person, Kit, believe me."
"Considering that I"ve spent nineteen years getting ready, it should have gone off rather well."
"I suppose I"ll never see you any more."
"This looks like it! Why?"
"You"ll be so popular."
"Oh, that! I"m not sure, Henry. I"m not beautiful."
He jumped at that, and almost turned round.
"Not beautiful!" he said. "You"re--you"re the loveliest thing that ever lived, and you know it."
It began to look to me as if he wouldn"t help after all. There was a sort of huskiness in his voice, a--Oh, well, you know. I began on the plan, however.
"You"ll see me, all right," I said. "I"ll have other friends, of course.
I hope so anyhow. But when one thinks who and what they are----"
"Good gracious, Kit! What are you driving at?"
"I"m young," I said. "I know that. But I"m not ignorant. And a really nice girl with ideals----"
"I"ll have to get up," he said suddenly. "I"ll stand with my back to you, if you insist, but I"ll have to get up. What"s all this about ideals?"
"You know very well," I put in with dignity. "If every time I meet a nice man people come to me with stories about him, or mother and father warn me against him, what am I to do?"
"Can"t you stand behind a chair and let me face you? This is serious."
"Oh, turn round," I said recklessly. "If I hear any one coming I can run. Anyhow, it may be unconventional but I"m fully clothed."
"Are you being warned against me?" he threw at me like a bomb. "Because, if--if you are, it"s absurd nonsense. I"m no saint, and I"d never be fit for you to--What silly story have you heard, Kit?"
He was quite white, and his red hair looked like a conflagration.
"It"s not about you at all; it"s about Russell Hill."
It took him a moment to breathe normally again.
"Oh--Russell!" he said. "Well, that"s probably nonsense too. You don"t mean to say your people object to your knowing Russell?"
"Not quite that," I said. "But I can"t have him here, or go round with him, or anything of that sort."
"Do they venture to give a reason?"
"Toots Warrington."
It"s queer about men, the way they stand up for each other. Henry knew as well as he knew anything that most of the girls we both knew were crazy about Russell. And if he cared for me--and the way he acted made me suspicious--he had a good chance to throw Russell into the discard that night. But he didn"t. I knew well enough he wouldn"t.
"That"s perfect idiocy," he said sternly. "Society is organised along certain lines, and maybe if you and I had anything to do with it we"d change things. But there is no commandment or social law or anything else against a man having a married woman for a friend."
"Friend!"
"Exactly--friend."
"I don"t care to have anything to do with him."
"You needn"t, of course. But you owe it to Russell to give him a chance to set things straight. Any how he and Mrs. Warrington are not seeing each other much any more. It"s off."
"The very fact that you say it is "off" shows that it was once "on.""
He waved his hands in perfect despair. If I"d rehea.r.s.ed him he couldn"t have picked up his cues any better.
"I"m going to tell him," he said. "It"s ridiculous. It"s--it"s libellous."
"I don"t want him coming here explaining. I am not even interested."
"You"re a perfect child, a stubborn child! Your mind"s in pigtails, like your hair."
Yes, my hair was down. I have rather nice hair.
"If he comes here," I said with my eyes wide, "he will have to come when mother and father are out."
"I"ll bring him," said Henry valiantly. "I"m not going to see him calumniated, that"s all." Then something struck his sense of humour and he chuckled. "It will be a new and valuable experience to him," he said, "to have to come clandestinely. Do him good!"
I went upstairs then. It had been a fair day"s work.
But it"s hard to count on a family. Mother sprained her ankle getting out of the car that night and was laid up for three days. I chafed at first. Henry might change his mind or one of the eleven get in some fine work. We declined everything that week, and I made some experiments with my hair and the aid of mother"s maid. I wanted a sort of awfully feminine method--not sappy but not at all sophisticated. Toots Warrington is always waved and netted, and all the girls by that time had got earrings and were going round waved and netted too.
I wanted to fix my hair like a girl who slips her hand into a man"s coat pocket because she can"t help it, and then tries to get it out, and can"t because his hand has got hold of it.
Then one night I got it. Henry had dropped in, and found mother with her foot up and the look of a dyspeptic martyr on her face, and father with a cold and a thermometer in his mouth.
"I"ve come to take Kit to the movies," he announced calmly. "Far be it from me not to contribute to the entertainment of a young lady who is just out!"
"Full of gerbs!" father grunted, referring to the movies of course, not me. But mother agreed.