STEVE, blandly, "To tell the truth, I _was_ thinking of one."
COLONEL. "She seems to be a nice girl."
STEVE. "She is not exactly a girl."
COLONEL, twinkling, "Very fond of you, Steve?"
STEVE. "I have the best of reasons for knowing that she is." We may conceive Amy"s feelings though we cannot see her. "On my soul, Colonel, I think it is the most romantic affair I ever heard of. I have waited long for a romance to come into my life, but by Javers, it has come at last."
COLONEL. "Graters, Steve. Does her family like it?"
STEVE, cheerily, "No, they are furious."
COLONEL. "But why?"
STEVE, judiciously, "A woman"s secret, Colonel."
COLONEL. "Ah, the plot thickens. Do I know her?"
STEVE. "Not you."
COLONEL. "I mustn"t ask her name?"
STEVE, with presence of mind, "I have a very good reason for not telling you her name."
COLONEL. "So? And she is not exactly young? Twice your age, Steve?"
STEVE, with excusable heat, "Not at all. But she is of the age when a woman knows her own mind--which makes the whole affair extraordinarily flattering." With undoubtedly a shudder of disgust Amy closes the cupboard door. Steve continues to behave in the most gallant manner.
"You must not quiz me, Colonel, for her circ.u.mstances are such that her partiality for me puts her in a dangerous position, and I would go to the stake rather than give her away."
COLONEL. "Quite so." He makes obeisance to the beauty of the sentiment, and then proceeds to an examination of the hearthrug.
STEVE. "What are you doing?"
COLONEL. "Trying to find out for myself whether she comes here."
STEVE. "How can you find that out by crawling about my carpet?"
COLONEL. "I am looking for hair-pins--triumphantly holding up a lady"s glove--"and I have found one!"
They have been too engrossed to hear the bell ring, but now voices are audible.
STEVE. "There is some one coming up."
COLONEL. "Perhaps it is _she_, Steve! No, that is Alice"s voice.
Catch, you scoundrel," and he tosses him the glove. Alice is shown in, and is warmly acclaimed. She would not feel so much at ease if she knew who, hand on heart, has recognised her through the pantry key-hole.
STEVE, as he makes Alice comfortable by the fire, "How did you leave them at home?"
ALICE, relapsing into gloom, "All hating me."
STEVE. "This man says that home is the most delightful club in the world."
ALICE. "I am not a member; I have been blackballed by my own baby.
Robert, I dined in state with Cosmo, and he was so sulky that he ate his fish without salt rather than ask me to pa.s.s it."
COLONEL. "Where was Amy?"
ALICE. "Amy said she had a headache and went to bed. I spoke to her through the door before I came out, but she wouldn"t answer."
COLONEL. "Why didn"t you go in, memsahib?"
ALICE. "I did venture to think of it, but she had locked the door.
Robert, I really am worried about Amy. She seems to me to behave oddly. There can"t be anything wrong?"
COLONEL. "Of course not, Alice--eh, Steve?"
STEVE. "Bless you, no."
ALICE, smiling, "It"s much Steve knows about women."
STEVE. "I"m not so unattractive to women, Alice, as you think."
ALICE. "Listen to him, Robert!"
COLONEL. "What he means, my dear, is that you should see him with elderly ladies."
ALICE. "Steve, this to people who know you." Here something happens to Amy"s skirt. She has opened the door to hear, then in alarm shut it, leaving a fragment of skirt caught in the door. There, unseen, it bides its time.
STEVE, darkly, "Don"t be so sure you know me, Alice."
COLONEL, enjoying himself, "Let us tell her, Steve! I am dying to tell her."
STEVE, grandly, "No, no."
COLONEL. "We mustn"t tell you, Alice, because it is a woman"s secret--a poor little fond elderly woman. Our friend is very proud of his conquest. See how he is ruffling his feathers. I shouldn"t wonder you know, though you and I are in the way to-night."
But Alice"s attention is directed in another direction: to a little white object struggling in the clutches of a closed door at the back of the room. Steve turns to see what she is looking at, and at the same moment the door opens sufficiently to allow a pretty hand to obtrude, seize the kitten, or whatever it was, and softly reclose the door. For one second Alice did think it might be a kitten, but she knows now that it is part of a woman"s dress. As for Steve thus suddenly acquainted with his recent visitor"s whereabouts, his mouth opens wider than the door. He appeals mutely to Alice not to betray his strange secret to the Colonel.
ALICE, with dancing eyes, "May I look about me, Steve? I have been neglecting your room shamefully."
STEVE, alarmed, for he knows the woman, "Don"t get up, Alice; there is really nothing to see." But she is already making the journey of the room, and drawing nearer to the door.
ALICE, playing with him, "I like your clock."
STEVE. "It is my landlady"s. Nearly all the things are hers. Do come back to the fire."
ALICE. "Don"t mind me. What does this door lead into?"