"d.i.c.ky," observed Mr. Welwyn dryly, "is also a Mainwaring, Tilly."
"d.i.c.ky," replied Tilly, with feminine contempt for the laws of heredity and environment, "may be a Mainwaring, but he does n"t take after the rest of the family. But never mind d.i.c.ky for a moment. What I want to say is this. In dealing with people of this kind--people who regard those who have no money as so much dirt beneath their feet--there is only one thing that pays; and that thing," she concluded with intense conviction, "is--sw.a.n.k, sw.a.n.k, sw.a.n.k!"
"Good old Tilly!" shouted Percy enthusiastically; and the rest of the Welwyns, quite carried away by their small despot"s earnestness, beat upon the table with their fists.
"The Mainwarings sw.a.n.ked for my benefit, I can tell you," continued Tilly, with cheeks glowing hotly. "They laid off to me about their town house and their country house and their shooting and their hunting and their grand relations; and they did their best--especially the daughter--to make me feel like a little dressmaker who has come in for the day."
"I bet you stood up to them, Sis," said the admiring Percy.
Tilly smiled in a dreamy, reminiscent fashion.
"I did," she said. "I matched them, brag for brag. They asked who you were, Mother. I said you were a Banks--one of _the_ Bankses--of Bedfordshire!"
Unseemly but sympathetic laughter greeted this announcement, and Mrs.
Welwyn was made the recipient of several congratulatory thumps from her son and younger daughter.
"I wasn"t quite sure whether it was Bedfordshire or Cambridgeshire,"
continued Tilly. "Where is. .h.i.tchin, anyway?"
"Hertfordshire," replied Amelia, and every one laughed again. They had all things in common, the Welwyns, especially their jokes.
"Then," Tilly proceeded, "I told them a lovely fairy-tale about our old town house. Been in the family for generations, and so on."
"So it has," said Mr. Welwyn.
"And I also told them," continued the unfilial Tilly, "that Dad was a bit of an antique himself, and could n"t bear to move. Has his roots in the cellar, so to speak. You don"t mind, do you, dear?" she enquired eagerly.
"My child," replied Mr. Welwyn, "I feel proud to have figured as one of your a.s.sets."
"And finally," concluded Tilly, "as I began to warm up to my work a bit, I added a few things, looking as sweet as anything all the time--like this!" (Here she treated her enraptured audience to a very creditable reproduction of Sylvia Mainwaring"s languid and superior smile.) "I chatted about our billiard-room, and our old family butler, and our motor, and so on. I am afraid I lost my head a bit. I have a notion that I gave them to understand that we went yachting in the summer!"
There was more laughter, but Mrs. Welwyn added anxiously:--
"You did n"t mention anything about Southend, did you, dearie?"
"Not me!" said Tilly; "though I was feeling utterly reckless by that time. For two pins I would have told them that I had been presented at Court!"
She rose to her feet.
"That is all I have to say," she announced. "I just mention these little facts to you so that when the Mainwarings come to tea this afternoon you may know what to talk about. See?"
The other members of the conference, avoiding the eager eye of the chairwoman, began to regard one another uneasily. Then Percy said:--
"Tilly, old girl, you"ve landed us with a bit of a shipping order, ain"t you?"
Tilly nodded. "You are right," she said. "But it will only be for an afternoon. We need not invite them again."
But Percy, who was an honest youth, although he wore a d.i.c.key, hesitated.
"How about the gallant Ricardo?" he enquired. "What"s his position in this glee-party? Is he with us or them?"
"Oh--d.i.c.ky?" said Tilly, with less confidence. "I have been quite square with him. I have told him everything."
"Everything?" enquired several people at once.
"A good deal, anyhow," maintained Tilly. "I have warned him that I shan"t have a penny to my name; and that I have had very few of the advantages that the ordinary girl gets; and that he must take me and my people as he finds us. And he says he prefers me that way. In fact"--Tilly"s thoughts flew back to Sunday"s idyll in the pine wood--"he has said a good deal more than that. And if I want him and he wants me," she added eagerly, like one anxious to struggle on to less debatable ground, "what does it matter what we say or do to his silly old mother and sister? I want my d.i.c.ky!" Her eyes shone. "He loves me and I love him, and that is all there is to be said about it. Father, Mother, Percy, "Melia"--Tilly"s hands went forth appealingly--"promise that you will stand by me and see me through!"
Eight impulsive Welwyn hands closed upon Tilly"s two.
"We"ll see you through, Sis," said Percy rea.s.suringly. His eye swept round the board in presidential fashion. "Those in favour?"
Four hands flew up.
"Carried unanimously!" announced Percy; while Tilly, rea.s.sured, ran round the table showering promiscuous embraces upon her relatives.
"There"s the front-door bell, "Melia," said Mrs. Welwyn, whose provident instinct never deserted her in her most exalted moments. "It may be a new lodger. Run down and see."
Amelia obeyed, and the rest of the House of Welwyn went into Committee.
"I say," remarked the far-seeing Percy; "may I enquire who is going to open the front door to our guests this afternoon?"
The Committee surveyed one another in consternation.
"None of us can"t do it, that"s quite plain," said Mrs. Welwyn. "They would think we had n"t got a servant."
"They would be right, first time," confirmed Percy.
"The old family butler must do it," said Mr. Welwyn with a dry chuckle.
"You certainly overreached yourself in the matter of the butler, Sis,"
observed Percy.
"We could get the charwoman, or borrow the girl from the Rosenbaums,"
suggested Mrs. Welwyn.
"But I said a _butler_, Mumsie," objected Tilly dismally.
"Oh, dear, so you did," sighed Mrs. Welwyn.
Tilly pondered.
"I know what we can do," she said. "Percy must meet them, quite casually, outside in the Square, on his way home from the City--"
"And let them in with my latch-key--eh?" cried Percy. "That"s the ticket!"
Mrs. Welwyn, greatly relieved, smiled upon her fertile offspring. Mr.
Welwyn coughed gently.