"But only about twenty minutes older."
"What? A twin? I say, how extraordinarily jolly. Two of you?"
"Anna-Felicitas," interrupted Mr. Twist, "you will go to your sister immediately. She needs you. She"s upset. I don"t wish to draw Mr.
Elliott behind the scenes of family life, but as nothing seems to get you into the office you force me to tell you that she is very, much upset indeed, and is crying."
"Crying?" echoed Anna-Felicitas. "Christopher?" And she turned and departed in such haste that the young man, who luckily was alert as well as resourceful, had only just time to lean over and grab at a chair in her way and pull it aside, and so avert a deplorable catastrophe.
"I hope it"s nothing serious?" he inquired of Mr. Twist.
"Oh no. Children will cry."
"Children?"
Mr. Twist sat down at the table and lit a cigarette. "Tell me about England," he said. "You"ve been wounded, I see."
"Leg," said the young man, still standing leaning on his stick and looking after Anna-Felicitas.
"But that didn"t get you six months" leave."
"Lungs," said the young man, looking down impatiently at Mr. Twist.
Then the swing doors swung to, and he sat down and poured out his tea.
He had been in the battle of Jutland, and was rescued after hours in the water. For months he was struggling to recover, but finally tuberculosis had developed and he was sent to California, to his sister who had married an American and lived in the neighbourhood of Acapulco. This Mr.
Twist extracted out of him by diligent questioning. He had to question very diligently. What the young man wanted to talk about was Anna-Felicitas; but every time he tried to, Mr. Twist headed him off.
And she didn"t come back. He waited and waited, and drank and drank.
When the teapot was empty he started on the hot water. Also he ate all the cakes, more and more deliberately, eking them out at last with slowly smoked cigarettes. He heard all about France and Mr. Twist"s activities there; he had time to listen to the whole story of the ambulance from start to finish; and still she didn"t come back. In vain he tried at least to get Mr. Twist off those distant fields, nearer home--to the point, in fact, where the Twinklers were. Mr. Twist wouldn"t budge. He stuck firmly. And the swing doors remained shut. And the cakes were all eaten. And there was nothing for it at last but to go.
So after half-an-hour of solid sitting he began slowly to get up, still spreading out the moments, with one eye on the swing doors. It was both late and cold. The Germans had departed, and Li Koo had lit the usual evening wood fire in the big fireplace. It blazed most beautifully, and the young man looked at it through the window and hesitated.
"How jolly," he said.
"Firelight is very pleasant," agreed Mr. Twist, who had got up too.
"I oughtn"t to have stayed so long out here," said the young man with a little shiver.
"I was thinking it was unwise," said Mr. Twist.
"Perhaps I"d better go in and warm myself a bit before leaving."
"I should say your best plan is to get back quickly to your sister and have a hot bath before dinner," said Mr. Twist.
"Yes. But I think I might just go in there and have a cup of hot coffee first."
"There is no hot coffee at this hour," said Mr. Twist, looking at his watch. "We close at half-past six, and it is now ten minutes after."
"Then there seems nothing for it but to pay my bill and go," said the young man, with an air of cheerful adaptation to what couldn"t be helped. "I"ll just nip in there and do that."
"Luckily there"s no need for you to nip anywhere," said Mr. Twist, "for surely that"s a type of movement unsuited to your sick leg. You can pay me right here."
And he took the young man"s five dollars, and went with him as far as the green gate, and would have helped him into the waiting car, seeing his leg wasn"t as other legs and Mr. Twist was, after all, humane, but the chauffeur was there to do that; so he just watched from the gate till the car had actually started, and then went back to the house.
He went back slowly, perturbed and anxious, his eyes on the ground. This second day had been worse than the first. And besides the continued and remarkable absence of Americans and the continued and remarkable presence of Germans, there was a slipperiness suddenly developed in the Annas. He felt insecure; as though he didn"t understand, and hadn"t got hold. They seemed to him very like eels. And this Elliott--what did he think _he_ was after, anyway?
For the second time that afternoon Mr. Twist set his teeth. He defied Elliott. He defied the Germans. He would see this thing successful, this Open Arms business, or his name wasn"t Twist. And he stuck out his jaw--or would have stuck it out if he hadn"t been prevented by the amiable weakness of that feature. But spiritually and morally, when he got back into the house he was all jaw.
CHAPTER x.x.xIV
That night he determined he would go into Acapulco next morning and drop in at his bank and at his lawyer"s and other places, and see if he could pick up anything that would explain why Americans wouldn"t come and have tea at The Open Arms. He even thought he might look up old Ridding. He didn"t sleep. He lay all night thinking.
The evening had been spent _tete-a-tete_ with Anna-Felicitas. Anna-Rose was in bed, sleeping off her tears; Mrs. Bilton had another headache, and disappeared early; so he was left with Anna-Felicitas, who slouched about abstractedly eating up the remains of ice-cream. She didn"t talk, except once to remark a little pensively that her inside was dreadfully full of cold stuff, and that she knew now what it must feel like to be a mausoleum; but, eyeing her sideways as he sat before the fire, Mr. Twist could see that she was still smug. He didn"t talk either. He felt he had nothing at present to say to Anna-Felicitas that would serve a useful purpose, and was, besides, reluctant to hear any counter-observations she might make. Watchfulness was what was required. Silent watchfulness.
And wariness. And firmness. In fact all the things that were most foreign to his nature, thought Mr. Twist, resentful and fatigued.
Next morning he had a cup of coffee in his room, brought by Li Koo, and then drove himself into Acapulco in his Ford without seeing the others.
It was another of the perfect days which he was now beginning to take as a matter of course, so many had there been since his arrival. People talked of the wet days and of their desolate abundance once they started, but there had been as yet no sign of them. The mornings succeeded each other, radiant and calm. November was merging into December in placid loveliness. "Oh yes," said Mr. Twist to himself sardonically, as he drove down the sun-flecked lane in the gracious light, and crickets chirped at him, and warm scents drifted across his face, and the flowers in the gra.s.s, standing so bright and unruffled that they seemed almost as profoundly pleased as Anna-Felicitas, nodded at him, and everything was obviously perfectly contented and happy, "Oh yes--I daresay." And he repeated this remark several times as he looked round him,--he couldn"t but look, it was all so beautiful. These things hadn"t to deal with Twinklers. No wonder they could be calm and bright.
So could he, if--
He turned a corner in the lane and saw some way down it two figures, a man and a girl, sitting in the gra.s.s by the wayside. Lovers, of course.
"Oh yes--I daresay," said Mr. Twist again, grimly. They hadn"t to deal with Twinklers either. No wonder they could sit happily in the gra.s.s. So could he, if--
At the noise of the approaching car, with the smile of the last thing they had been saying still on their faces, the two turned their heads, and it was that man Elliott and Anna-Felicitas.
"h.e.l.lo," called out Mr. Twist, putting on the brakes so hard that the Ford skidded sideways along the road towards them.
"h.e.l.lo," said the young man cheerfully, waving his stick.
"h.e.l.lo," said Anna-Felicitas mildly, watching his sidelong approach with complacent interest.
She had no hat on, and had evidently escaped from Mrs. Bilton just as she was. Escaped, however, was far too violent a word Mr. Twist felt; sauntered from Mrs. Bilton better described her effect of natural and comfortable arrival at the place where she was.
"I didn"t know you were here," said Mr. Twist addressing her when the car had stopped. He felt it was a lame remark. He had torrents of things he wanted to say, and this was all that came out.
Anna-Felicitas considered it placidly for a moment, and came to the conclusion that it wasn"t worth answering, so she didn"t.
"Going into the town?" inquired Elliott pleasantly.
"Yes. I"ll give you a lift."
"No thanks. I"ve just come from there."
"I see. Then _you"d_ better come with me," said Mr. Twist to Anna-Felicitas.