"Not too far really," said Anna-Felicitas softly. "He"s safe there. He was very old, and was difficult to look after. Why, he got there at last through his own carelessness."
"Indeed," said the old gentleman.
"Sheer carelessness," said Anna-Rose.
"Indeed," said the old gentleman. "How was that?"
"Well, you see where we lived they didn"t have electric light," began Anna-Rose, "and one night--the the night he went to heaven--he put the petroleum lamp--"
And she was about to relate that dreadful story of Onkle Col"s end which has already been described in these pages as unfit for anywhere but an appendix for time had blunted her feelings, when Anna-Felicitas put out a beseeching hand and stopped her. Even after all these years Anna-Felicitas couldn"t bear to remember Onkle Col"s end. It had haunted her childhood. It had licked about her dreams in leaping tongues of flame. And it wasn"t only tongues of flame. There were circ.u.mstances connected with it.... Only quite recently, since the war had damped down lesser horrors, had she got rid of it. She could at least now talk of him calmly, and also speculate with pleasure on the probable aspect of Onkle Col in glory, but she still couldn"t bear to hear the details of his end.
At this point an elderly lady of the spare and active type, very upright and much wrinkled, that America seems so freely to produce, came down the stairs; and seeing the twins talking to the old gentleman, crossed straight over and sat down briskly next to them smiling benevolently.
"Well, if Mr. Ridding can talk to you I guess so can I," she said, pulling her knitting out of a brocaded bag and nodding and smiling at the group.
She was knitting socks for the Allied armies in France the next winter, but it being warm just then in California they were cotton socks because wool made her hands too hot.
The twins were all polite, reciprocal smiles.
"I"m just crazy to hear about you," said the brisk lady, knitting with incredible energy, while her smiles flicked over everybody. "You"re fresh from Europe, aren"t you? What say? Quite fresh? My, aren"t you cute little things. Thinking of making a long stay in the States? What say? For the rest of your lives? Why now, I call that just splendid.
Parents coming out West soon too? What say? Prevented? Well, I guess they won"t let themselves be prevented long. Mr. Twist looking after you meanwhile? What say? There isn"t any meanwhile? Well, I don"t quite--Mr.
Twist your uncle, or cousin? What say? No relation at all? H"m, h"m. No relation at all, is he. Well, I guess he"s an old friend of your parents, then. What say? They didn"t know him? H"m, h"m. They didn"t know him, didn"t they. Well, I don"t quite--What say? But you know him?
Yes, yes, so I see. H"m, h"m. I don"t quite--" Her needles flew in and out, and her ball of cotton rolled on to the floor in her surprise.
Anna-Rose got up and fetched it for her before the old gentleman, who was gazing with thirsty appreciation at Anna-Felicitas, could struggle out of his chair.
"You see," explained Anna-Felicitas, taking advantage of the silence that had fallen on the lady, "Mr. Twist, regarded as a man, is old, but regarded as a friend he is new."
"Brand new," said Anna-Rose.
"H"m, h"m," said the lady, knitting faster than ever, and looking first at one twin and then at the other. "H"m, h"m, h"m. Brand new, is he.
Well, I don"t quite--" Her smiles had now to struggle with the uncertainty and doubt, and were weakening visibly.
"Say now, where did you meet Teapot Twist?" asked the old gentleman, who was surprised too, but remained quite benevolent owing to his affectionate heart and his not being a lady.
"We met Mr. Twist," said Anna-Rose, who objected to this way of alluding to him, "on the steamer."
"Not before? You didn"t meet Mr. Twist before the steamer?" exclaimed the lady, the last of her smiles flickering out. "Not before the steamer, didn"t you. Just a steamship acquaintance. Parents never seen him. H"m, h"m, h"m."
"We would have met him before if we could," said Anna-Felicitas earnestly.
"I should think so," said Anna-Rose. "It has been the great retrospective loss of our lives meeting him so late in them."
"Why now," said the old gentleman smiling, "I shouldn"t call it so particularly late in them."
But the knitting lady didn"t smile at all, and sat up very straight and said "H"m, h"m, h"m" to her flashing needles as they flew in and out; for not only was she in doubt now about the cute little things, but she also regretted, on behalf of the old gentleman"s wife who was a friend of hers, the alert interest of his manner. He sat there so very much awake. With his wife he never seemed awake at all. Up to now she had not seen him except with his wife.
"You mustn"t run away with the idea that we"re younger than we really are," Anna-Rose said to the old gentleman.
"Why no, I won"t," he answered with a liveliness that deepened the knitting lady"s regret on behalf of his wife. "When I run away you bet it won"t be with an idea."
And he chuckled. He was quite rosy in the face, and chuckled; he whom she knew only as a quiet man with no chuckle in him. And wasn"t what he had just said very like what the French call a _double entendre?_ She hadn"t a husband herself, but if she had she would wish him to be at least as quiet when away from her as when with her, and at least as free from _double entendres_. At least. Really more. "H"m, h"m, h"m," she said, clicking her needles and looking first at the twins and then at the old gentleman.
"Do you mean to say you crossed the Atlantic quite alone, you two?" she asked, in order to prevent his continuing on these remarkable and unusual lines of _badinage_.
"Quite," said Anna-Felicitas.
"That is to say, we had Mr. Twist of course," said Anna-Rose.
"Once we had got him," amended Anna-Felicitas.
"Yes, yes," said the knitting lady, "so you say. H"m, h"m, h"m. Once you had got him. I don"t quite--"
"Well, I call you a pair of fine high-spirited girls," said the old gentleman heartily, interrupting in his turn, "and all I can say is I wish I had been on that boat."
"Here"s Mrs. Ridding," said the knitting lady quickly, relief in her voice; whereupon he suddenly grew quiet. "My, Mrs. Ridding," she added when the lady drew within speaking distance, "you do look as though you needed a rest."
Mrs. Ridding, the wife of the old gentleman, Mr. Ridding, had been approaching slowly for some time from behind. She had been out on the verandah since lunch, trying to recover from it. That was the one drawback to meals, she considered, that they required so much recovering from; and the nicer they were the longer it took. The meals at the Cosmopolitan were particularly nice, and really all one"s time was taken up getting over them.
She was a lady whose figure seemed to be all meals. The old gentleman had married her in her youth, when she hadn"t had time to have had so many. He and she were then the same age, and unfortunately hadn"t gone on being the same age since. It had wrecked his life this inability of his wife to stay as young and new as himself. He wanted a young wife, and the older he got in years--his heart very awkwardly retained its early freshness--the younger he wanted her; and, instead, the older he got the older his wife got too. Also the less new. The old gentleman felt the whole thing was a dreadful mistake. Why should he have to be married to this old lady? Never in his life had he wanted to marry old ladies; and he thought it very hard that at an age when he most appreciated bright youth he should be forced to spend his precious years, his crowning years when his mind had attained wisdom while his heart retained freshness, stranded with an old lady of costly habits and inordinate bulk just because years ago he had fallen in love with a chance pretty girl.
He struggled politely out of his chair on seeing her. The twins, impressed by such venerable abundance, got up too.
"Albert, if you try to move too quick you"ll crick your back again,"
said Mrs. Ridding in a monotonous voice, letting herself down carefully and a little breathlessly on to the edge of a chair that didn"t rock, and fanning herself with a small fan she carried on the end of a ma.s.sive gold chain. Her fatigued eyes explored the twins while she spoke.
"I can"t get Mr. Ridding to remember that we"re neither of us as young as we were," she went on, addressing the knitting lady but with her eyes continuing to explore the twins.
They naturally thought she was speaking to them, and Anna-Felicitas said politely, "Really?" and Anna-Rose, feeling she too ought to make some comment, said, "Isn"t that very unusual?"
Aunt Alice always said, "Isn"t that very unusual?" when she didn"t know what else to say, and it worked beautifully, because then the other person launched into affirmations or denials with the reasons for them, and was quite happy.
But Mrs. Ridding only stared at the twins heavily and in silence.
"Because," explained Anna-Rose, who thought the old lady didn"t quite follow, "n.o.body ever is. So that it must be difficult not to remember it."
Mr. Ridding too was silent, but that was because of his wife. It was quite untrue to say that he forgot, seeing that she was constantly reminding him. "Old stranger," he thought resentfully, as he carefully arranged a cushion behind her back. He didn"t like her back. Why should he have to pay bills for putting expensive clothes on it? He didn"t want to. It was all a dreadful mistake.
"You"re the Twinkler girls," said the old lady abruptly.
They made polite gestures of agreement.
The knitting lady knitted vigorously, sitting up very straight and saying nothing, with a look on her face of disclaiming every responsibility.
"Where does your family come from?" was the next question.
This was unexpected. The twins had no desire to talk of Pomerania. They hadn"t wanted to talk about Pomerania once since the war began; and they felt very distinctly in their bones that America, though she was a neutral, didn"t like Germany any more than the belligerents did. It had been their intention to arrange together the line they would take if asked questions of this sort, but life had been so full and so exciting since their arrival that they had forgotten to.
Anna-Rose found herself unable to say anything at all. Anna-Felicitas, therefore, observing that Christopher was unnerved, plunged in.