"So here you are, uncle!" said she, and kissed him. "I"m so glad you got back in time. Can you lend me sixpence?"
"What for, la.s.s?"
"I want to give it to the man who"s taking away the chairs I had to hire."
"What"s become of that seven hundred and seventy pound odd as ye had?"
"Oh," she said, lightly, "I"ve spent that." She thought she might as well have done with it, and added: "And I"m in debt--lots. But we"ll talk about that later. Sixpence, please."
He blenched. But he, too, had been expensive in the pursuit of delight.
He, too, had tiresome trifles on his mind. So he produced the sixpence, and accepted the dissipation of nearly eight hundred pounds in less than a month with superb silence.
Helen rang the bell. "You see, I"ve had all the bells put in order," she said.
The gentleman in evening dress entered.
"Fritz," said she, "give this sixpence to the man with the chairs."
"Yes, miss," Fritz dolefully replied. "A note for you, miss."
And he stretched forth a charger on which was a white envelope.
"Excuse me, uncle," said she, tearing the envelope.
"Dinna" mind me, la.s.s," said he.
The note ran:
"I must see you by the Water to-night at nine o"clock. Don"t fail, or there will be a row.--
A.D."
She crushed it.
"No answer, Fritz," said she. "Tell cook, dinner for two."
"Who"s he?" demanded James when Fritz had bowed himself out.
"That"s our butler," said Helen, kindly. "Don"t you like his eyes?"
"I wouldna" swop him eyes," said James. He could not trust himself to discuss the butler"s eyes at length.
"Don"t be late for dinner, will you, uncle?" she entreated him.
"Dinner!" he cried. "I had my dinner at Derby. What about my tea?"
"I mean tea," she said.
He went upstairs again to his room, but did not stay there a moment. In the corridor he met Helen, swishing along.
"Look here, la.s.s," he stopped her. "A straight question deserves a straight answer. I"m not given to curiosity as a rule, but what is Emanuel Prockter doing on my bed?"
"Emanuel Prockter on your bed!" Helen repeated, blankly. He saw that she was suffering from genuine surprise.
"On my bed!" he insisted.
The butler appeared, having heard the inquiry from below. He explained that Mr. Prockter, after the song, had come to him and asked where he could lie down, as he was conscious of a tendency to faint. The butler had indicated Mr. Ollerenshaw"s room as the only masculine room available.
"Go and ask him how he feels," Helen commanded.
Fritz obeyed, and returned with the message that Mr. Prockter had "one of his attacks," and desired his mother.
"But he can"t have his mother," said Helen. "She"s at Nottingham. He told me so himself. He must be delirious." And she laughed.
"No, her isn"t," James put in. "Her"s at wum" (home).
"How do you know, uncle?"
"I know," said James. "Her"d better be sent for."
And she was sent for.
CHAPTER XXVII
UNKNOTTING AND KNOTTING
When Mrs. Prockter arrived it was obvious to Helen, in spite of her wonderful calm upon discovering James Ollerenshaw"s butler and page, that the lady was extremely ill-at-ease. And Helen, though preoccupied herself by matters of the highest personal importance, did what she could to remedy a state of affairs so unusual. Probably n.o.body, within the memory of that generation, had ever seen Mrs. Prockter ill-at-ease.
Helen inquired as to the health of the sick relative at Nottingham, and received a reply in which vagueness was mingled with hesitancy and a blush. It then became further obvious to the perspicuous Helen that Mrs.
Prockter must have heard of her stepson"s singular adventure, and either resented Helen"s share in it, or was ashamed of Emanuel"s share in it.
"You know that Emanuel is here?" said Helen, with her most diplomatic and captivating smile.
But Mrs. Prockter did not know. "I thought Mr. Ollerenshaw wanted me,"
Mrs. Prockter explained, "so I came as quickly as I could."
"It was I who wanted to speak to you," said Helen. "The truth is that Emanuel is lying on uncle"s bed, unwell or something, and he expressed a wish to see you. He was singing at the concert----"
"So sorry I wasn"t able to be here," Mrs. Prockter inserted, with effusive anxiety.
"We missed you awfully," Helen properly responded. "The rector was inconsolable. So was everybody," she added, feeling that as a compliment the rector"s grief might be deemed insufficient. "And he had a breakdown."
"Who? Emanuel?"
"Yes. I was accompanying him, and I am afraid it was my fault. Anyhow, he didn"t finish his song. And then we missed him. He had asked the butler to let him lie down somewhere, and uncle found him in his bedroom. I hope it"s nothing serious."