He longed to ask after Marley of unhappy memory, but the possibilities were too apparent for him to venture, so silence again fell over them.
At this precise juncture of affairs a shrill whistle was heard ascending the stairway, growing momentarily louder and louder till it became earsplitting in intensity as it arrived on landing No. 6. The author of it pulled open the door and the whistle tailed off into a faint "phew" at sight of the embarra.s.sed group. The new-comer was a thin-faced lad with light sandy hair cropped close to his square head. He had light, undetermined eyes that were keen and lively.
Christopher had beaten him in the matter of size, but there were latent possibilities in his ill-developed form.
Christopher sprang up and rushed forward, then suddenly stopped.
"Ullo, mother, didn"t know as "ow you "ad swell company this arternoon. I"d "ave put on my best suit and topper," he grinned affably as he deposited on the floor a big basket he carried.
"Oh, I say, Sam--don"t you know me either?" began poor Christopher.
He wheeled round, stared hard, and a broad smile of recognition spread over his face.
"Why, if it ain"t Jim," he cried and seized his hand with a fervour that set Christopher aglowing and strangely enough set him free from the clinging shadow of his lost ident.i.ty. _This_ was tangible flesh and blood and of the real authentic present.
"Well, I"m blowed," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Sam, stepping back to look at his erstwhile companion, "to think of you turning up again such a toff. No need to ask what sort of luck came _your_ way. My. Ain"t "e a swell, just."
But unlike the women, he was unabashed by externals. He demanded "tea"
of his mother that very moment, "cos "e "adn"t no time for dinner and "is bloke "ad sent "im round to get a bit o" somethink now," at a slack hour.
"Greengrocer business, Clare Street," he explained. "Seven shillings a week. Not a bad old cove. What d"yer say about yourself?"
He had the whole history out of Christopher in five minutes.
The women listened and flung in "Well, I never"s," and "Who"d "ave thought it"s" from time to time and thawed into ordinary human beings under Sam"s convivial example. In the end Sam offered sincere if oddly-expressed congratulations, and disappeared into the back kitchen to wash his hands. Jessie, too, vanished mysteriously, eventually returning minus the curling pins and plus a row of impossible curls and a bright blue blouse bedecked with cheap lace. Mrs. Sartin meanwhile tidied up by kicking the scattered toys under the sofa.
"Them sisters what looks arter the poor is always givin" broken rubbish to the children," she exclaimed. "Not but what they mean it kindly, but it makes a heap of muck to clear up."
Christopher nodded his head comprehendingly, by no means so hurt at her ingrat.i.tude as a real Christopher Aston might have been.
The good woman bustled about, and eventually the family drew up round the tea table. The cloth might have been cleaner, the cups and saucers have borne a longer acquaintance with water, and there was a spoon short, though no one was so ill-mannered as to allude to it. Jessie un.o.btrusively shared hers with her mother under cover of the big tea-pot. There was bread and a yellow compound politely alluded to as b.u.t.ter, and a big pot of jam. The younger Sartins gorged silently on this, all unreproved by a preoccupied mother. Mrs. Sartin, indeed, became quite voluble and told Christopher how she was now first dresser at the Kings Theatre and how Jessie was just taken on in the wardrobe room.
"Which is uncertain _hours_," Mrs. Sartin explained, "but it"s nice to be together in the same "ouse, and one couldn"t want a kinder gentleman than Mr. X. to do with. I"ve been there ten years and never "ad a cross word with "im. And "e was that good when Marley was took, and never turned me off as some of "em do." She stopped suddenly under the stress of Sam"s lowering countenance. Jessie hastily pa.s.sed her bread, "which I thanks you for, but will say what I was a-goin" to, for all Sam"s kicks under the table," continued the hostess, defiantly regarding her confused offspring.
The confusion spread to Christopher, who looked at his plate and got red. Sam pushed back his chair; there was a very ugly scowl on his face. His undaunted mother addressed herself to their guest.
"No woman ever "ad a better "usband than Marley, though I ses it, but Sam here "s that "ard "e won"t let me speak of my own man if "e can "elp "it. "Is own father, too. Ah, if "e "ad "ad a bad father, Sam would "ave know what to be thankful for."
"I"m thankful "e"s gone," burst out Sam, with sudden anger. "I asks you, "ow"s a cove to get on when he"s "itched up to a father wot"s done time? Why, old Greenum gave me a shillin" a week less than "e ought, cos why, "e knew I couldn"t "old out with a father like that,"
and he eyed his mother wrathfully.
"A better "usband no woman "ad," sobbed Mrs. Sartin. "When "e came out "e didn"t seem to get no chance and so...."
"Is he in London?" asked Christopher, nervously gulping down some tea.
"No--sloped," said Sam, shortly, "cribbed some other chap"s papers I guess--went abroad--we don"t know--don"t want to, either."
The fierce hostility and resentment in the boy"s voice made it clear to Christopher this was evidently a subject better dropped. He seized the chance of directing Jessie"s attention to Master Jim Sartin, who was brandishing the bread-knife, and plunged hastily into a description of the doings of Charlotte and Max. Mrs. Sartin accepted the diversion, but kept an anxious eye on Sam, who ate hard and seemed to recover some of his ordinary composure with each mouthful, much to Christopher"s amazement. By the time tea was finished he was himself again. There was no lingering then. He went back to work. Christopher said he must go too, and bade the family good-bye. The farewell was as cordial as the welcome had been cold and he clattered downstairs after Sam with many promises to come again.
The two boys talked freely of the pa.s.sing world as they went through the streets, in the purely impersonal way of their age, and it was with great diffidence and much hesitation Christopher managed to hint he"d like to buy something for the kiddies.
Sam grinned.
"Sweets," he suggested. "They eat "em up and leave no mess about."
Christopher turned out his pockets. There was an unbroken ten shillings, three shillings and some coppers.
They walked on a while gravely and came to a stand before a confectioner"s window.
"Cake," suggested Sam, with one eye on his companion and one on the show of food within.
"A sugar one?"
"They cost a lot," said Sam shaking his head, but he followed Christopher inside. Christopher boldly demanded the price of a small wedding cake elaborately iced. It was five shillings.
He put down the money with a lofty air and desired them to send it without loss of time to Mrs. Sartin"s address.
The woman stared a little at the oddly a.s.sorted couple, but the money rang true and the order was booked.
As they hurried towards Clare Street, Christopher diffidently asked if there was anything Mrs. Sartin would like, and Sam"s sharp wits seized the occasion to please his mother and Christopher and serve himself at the same time.
"Come on to my place and send her some lettuce," he suggested.
"Mother"s main fond of lettuce. We"ve got some good "uns in this morning."
It was strictly true; it was also true that Master Sam had outstayed his meal-time and a new customer might help to avert the probable storm awaiting him, as indeed it did.
Mr. Gruner, greengrocer, was standing at the door of his shop looking both ways down the street at once, owing to a remarkable squint, and his reception of Sam was unfriendly, but quickly checked at the sight of his companion, whose extraordinary terms of intimacy with his errand boy rendered the good man nearly speechless. The young gent, however, ordered lettuces and green peas with a free hand and earned Sam"s pardon, as antic.i.p.ated by that far-sighted youth.
The two boys said good-bye and Sam made no hint as to the possibilities of a future meeting, neither did Christopher, embarra.s.sed by the presence of the greengrocer. He also would be late and hurried off, hoping he might still be in time to give Aymer tea and relate his adventures. He had no misgivings at all as to Caesar"s approval of his doings.
As he came out into a main thoroughfare again he pa.s.sed a big cheap drapery establishment and something in the gaudy, crude colouring there displayed brought him to a standstill. Jessie was still unprovided with a present. The two had exchanged very few words, but she by no means loomed in the background of the picture. He stood staring at the window and fingering the remaining coins in his pocket.
One section of the shop front was hung with gaily-coloured feather boas. He was dimly conscious he had seen Mrs. Wyatt wear something of the sort in soft grey. There was a blue one that was the colour of Jessie"s blouse, or so Christopher thought, hanging high up. He did not admire it at all, but it suggested Jessie to him and after a moment"s consideration he boldly pushed through the swinging doors and marched up the shop.
"I want one of those feather things in the window," he announced to the shop-walker"s a.s.siduous attentions.
He was delivered over to the care of an amused young woman, who proceeded to show him feather boas of all descriptions and qualities.
Christopher was adamant.
"I want a blue thing that"s hanging up in the window, last but one on the top row," he insisted, disdaining to look at the fluffy abominations spread around him. He was sure they were not like the thing Constantia wore now, but it was too late to retreat.
The young woman showed him one she declared was identical.
"I want the one in the window," he persisted doggedly.
In the end he got it, paid for it, saw it packed up and addressed, and quenching sundry misgivings in his heart, marched out of the shop and treated himself to a bus homeward.
It is perhaps not out of place to mention here that Jessie had no misgivings as to the real beauty of the present. She had sighed long for such a possession, and having never seen Mrs. Wyatt"s delicate costly wrap, was perfectly content with her own and applauded Christopher"s taste loudly.