"No, Jane-Ellen," he said, "it was not all his fault. Of that you have convinced me."
She stretched out her hand to the door.
"Will that be all, sir? The cook, you know, has to get up so very early in the morning."
He tried to counteract the feeling of pity and shame that swept over him at the realization that this young and delicate creature had to get up at dawn to work for him and his guests. The effort made his tone rather severe as he said:
"Yes, that"s all. Goodnight."
"Good night, sir," she answered, with her unruffled sweetness, and was gone.
He stood still a moment, conscious of an unusual alertness both of mind and emotion. And that very alertness made him aware that at that moment there was a man in his kitchen against whom he felt the keenest personal animosity. Crane would have dearly liked to go down and turn him out, but he resisted the impulse, which somehow savored of Tucker in his mind. And what, by the way, had Tucker been doing in the kitchen?
And Smithfield, why had Smithfield tried to interfere with his seeing the cook? He found plenty of food for reflection.
Among other things he had to consider his return to the drawing-room.
Looking at his watch he observed that a longer time had elapsed since he left it than he had supposed. There would be comments, there would be attempted jokes from Tucker. Well, that would be easily met by a question as to Tucker"s own interest in the culinary art. Mrs.
Falkener"s methods of attack were not subtle, either. But Cora--he wished Cora would not just look at him as if he had done something cruel.
But, as is so often the way when we prepare ourselves for one situation, quite another one turns up. The three were not sitting, awaiting his return. The drawing-room was empty except for Mrs. Falkener, who was reading when he entered, and instead of betraying a conviction that he had been too long away, she looked up and said chattily:
"Well, did you reduce the young woman to order?"
"That is a good deal to expect from an unaided male, isn"t it?" said Burton, very much relieved.
"Ah, it depends on the male, my dear Burton. You, I imagine, could be very terrifying if you wished to be. What did the young woman do? Weep, protest, declare that it had all taken place quite without her consent?"
Burton smiled. He had no intention whatsoever of sharing his recent experiences with Mrs. Falkener.
"Ah," he said, "I see you know your own s.e.x thoroughly. Where are Tuck and your daughter?"
"Solon is taking a turn on the piazza; he hopes it will make him sleep better; and Cora was tired and has gone to bed." Mrs. Falkener sighed.
"Cora doesn"t seem very well to me."
"I"m sorry to hear that," returned Crane. "I thought she was looking very fit this evening." He spoke more lightly than he felt, however, for something portentous in Mrs. Falkener"s tone struck him with alarm.
"Sit down, Burton," said she, sweeping her hand toward a cushioned stool at her side. "I want to say something to you."
Crane found himself obeying, with his hands between his knees, and his toes turned in, like a school boy who has forgotten his lesson; then, becoming aware of this pose, he suddenly changed it--crossed one leg over the other, as he had done in the office a few minutes before.
In the meantime, Mrs. Falkener was saying:
"The truth is, I"m afraid that we must cut our visit short, delightful as it promises to be."
"Oh, Mrs. Falkener, we"re not making you comfortable. What is it?"
"No, Burton, no." Mrs. Falkener held up her hand. "You are making us perfectly comfortable--at least, in all essentials. And who minds roughing it now and then for a week or so? It"s good for us," she added playfully. "The housemaid is not--but no matter."
"What has the housemaid done?" asked Crane with what semblance of interest he could summon, but as he spoke his heart went out in sympathy to every hotel and boarding-house keeper in the world. "Good heavens,"
he thought, "suppose my living depended on my pleasing them, what a state I should be in!" Aloud he said: "What has Lily been doing?"
"Nothing, nothing. Lily means well, I"m sure, in spite of her lackadaisical ways. It is quite a privilege, I a.s.sure you, to be waited on by such an elegant young lady. She hooked me up wrong twice this evening, and when I not unnaturally objected, she stuck a pin in me. Oh, by accident, I"m sure. No, I have no fault to find with Lily, whatsoever."
"I"m glad to hear that," said Crane, punctuating his sentence to allow himself to indulge in a half-suppressed yawn. "Who is it, then? Not Smithfield? Or the boy?"
"Oh, I should never have anything to do with that boy," said Mrs.
Falkener, bridling. "Oh, never in the world. I think he"s half-witted. I saw him stick out his tongue at Solon this evening."
Crane laughed, though he knew he ought not to.
"Did Solon see?"
"No. The boy contrived it so that Solon had just looked away."
"Well, then, perhaps he"s not half-witted, after all," said Burton. "It occurs to me that perhaps that is the only reply to a good deal that Solon says."
"I"m devoted to Solon," replied Mrs. Falkener, drawing herself up, "and I must say you ought to--"
"I am, I am," said Crane, hastily, "but I am at the same time able to understand why Brindlebury possibly isn"t. But come, Mrs. Falkener, if it isn"t these servants that are driving you away, what is it?"
"I don"t know how to explain it," said Mrs. Falkener. "It"s not really clear to me, myself. I"m sure I don"t want to be unkind, or to hurt any one"s feelings, least of all yours, my dear Burt." And she leaned over and laid her hand on his. Crane gave it a good brisk squeeze and returned it to her lap as if it were too dear for his possessing; and she went on: "I own I am anxious about Cora. She is very deep, very reserved; she tells me nothing, but she is not happy, Burton."
"I"m sorry for that," said Crane, in a very matter-of-fact tone. He got up and went to a table where the cigarettes were. The profound male instinct of self-preservation was now thoroughly awake, and he knew exactly what he was in for. Only, he noted, that if he had had this interview with Mrs. Falkener before he had seen the cook, he might quite easily have been persuaded that, in the absence of any more definite vocation, he had been created to make Cora Falkener"s life tolerable to her. As it was, he saw perfectly that altruism was no sound basis for matrimony.
"You don"t understand what it is to be a mother, Burt."
Crane admitted with a shake of his head that he didn"t.
"But I have an instinct that this is not the best place for Cora."
"Well, if you were a man, Mrs. Falkener," said Crane, "I should say that that instinct was the result of being poorly valeted. It must be a bore for women to have a wretched maid like Lily. Don"t you think that if I found some one a little more competent that you and Cora would feel you could put in at least a week or so with us? The hunting is really going to be good, and Cora does enjoy hunting."
Mrs. Falkener refused to lighten the tone of the conversation. She shook her head.
"No," she said, "no. I"m afraid even a good maid would not help. In fact, to speak plainly, my dear Burton--"
But at this moment the door opened and Tucker came in. His hair was somewhat rumpled by the wind, his hands were still in his pockets as he had had them during his const.i.tutional on the front porch, and his eyes, contracted by the sudden light, looked almost white.
"Well," he said, "are you enjoying this musical party downstairs?"
All three listened in silence, and could hear the strains of "Home, Sweet Home" coming from below.
"They have a phonograph and they are singing in parts," said Tucker, as if this somehow made it worse.
"If we got Miss Falkener down, we might do something ourselves," said Crane, but there was nothing frivolous in his manner when he rang and told Smithfield there was too much noise downstairs.
Smithfield begged pardon and had not a notion it could be heard upstairs. Crane said the boy"s, Brindlebury"s, tenor carried some distance, and, Mrs. Falkener and Tucker having gone, he added that the house could be shut for the night.
Then he went to the table, and his eye fell again upon the miniature in the pearl frame. He took it up. There was no doubt about it, there was an extraordinary likeness to Jane-Ellen. He smiled to himself. How very charming she would look, he thought, in a mauve ball dress.