Jan and Her Job.
by L. Allen Harker.
CHAPTER I
JAN
She was something of a puzzle to the other pa.s.sengers. They couldn"t quite place her. She came on board the P. and O. at Ma.r.s.eilles. Being Christmas week the boat was not crowded, and she had a cabin to herself on the spar deck, so there was no "stable-companion" to find out anything about her.
The sharp-eyed Australian lady, who sat opposite her at the Purser"s table, decided that she was not married, or even engaged, as she wore no rings of any kind. Besides, her name, "Miss Janet Ross," figured in the dinner-list and was plainly painted on her deck-chair. At meals she sat beside the Purser, and seemed more or less under his wing. People at her table decided that she couldn"t be going out as a governess or she would hardly be travelling first cla.s.s, and yet she did not look of the sort who globe-trot all by themselves.
Rather tall, slender without being thin, she moved well. Her ringless hands were smooth and prettily shaped, so were her slim feet, and always singularly well-shod.
Perhaps her chief outward characteristic was that she looked delightfully fresh and clean. Her fair skin helped to this effect, and the trim suitability of her clothes accentuated it. And yet there was nothing challenging or particularly noticeable in her personality.
Her face, fresh-coloured and unlined, was rather round. Her eyes well-opened and blue-grey, long-sighted and extremely honest. Her hair, thick and naturally wavy, had been what hairdressers call "mid-brown,"
but was now frankly grey, especially round the temples; and the grey hair puzzled people, so that opinions differed widely regarding her age.
The five box-wallahs (gentlemen engaged in commercial pursuits are so named in the East to distinguish them from the Heaven-Born in the various services that govern India), who, with the Australian lady, sat opposite to her at table, decided that she was really young and prematurely grey. Between the courses they diligently took stock of her.
The Australian lady disagreed with them. She declared Miss Ross to be middle-aged, to look younger than she was. In this the Australian lady was quite sincere. She could not conceive of any _young_ woman neglecting the many legitimate means that existed of combating this most distressing semblance--if semblance it was--of age.
The Australian lady set her down as a well-preserved forty at least.
Mr. Frewellen, the oldest and crossest and greediest of the five box-wallahs, declared that he would lay fifteen rupees to five annas that she was under thirty; that her eyes were sad, and it was probably trouble that had turned her hair. At his time of life, he could tell a young woman when he saw one. No painted old harridan could deceive _him_. After all, if Miss Ross _had_ grey hair, she had plenty of it, and it was her own. But Mr. Frewellen, who sat directly opposite her, was prejudiced in her favour, for she always let him take her roll if it was browner than his own. He also took her knife if it happened to be sharper than the one he had, and he insisted on her listening to his incessant grumbling as to the food, the service, the temperature, and the general imbecility and baseness of his fellow-creatures.
Like the Ancient Mariner, he held her with his glittering spectacles.
Miss Ross trembled before his diatribes. He spoke in a loud and rumbling voice, and made derogatory remarks about the other pa.s.sengers as they pa.s.sed to their respective tables. She would thankfully have changed hers, but that it might have seemed ungrateful to the Purser, into whose charge she had been given by friends; and the Purser had been most kind and attentive.
The Australian lady was sure that the Purser knew more about Miss Ross than he would acknowledge--which he did. But when tackled by one pa.s.senger about another, he was discreet or otherwise in direct ratio to what he considered was the discretion of the questioner. And he was a pretty shrewd judge of character. He had infinite opportunities of so judging. A sea-voyage lays bare many secrets and shows up human nature at its starkest.
Janet Ross did not seek to make friends, but kindly people who spoke to her found her pleasant and not in the least disposed to be mysterious when questioned, though she never volunteered any information about herself. She was a good listener, and about the middle of any voyage that is a quality supplying a felt want. Mankind in general finds his own doings very interesting, and takes great pleasure in recounting the same. Even the most energetic young pa.s.senger cannot play deck-quoits all day, and mixed cricket matches are too heating to last long once Aden is left behind. A great many people found it pleasant to drop into a chair beside the quiet lady, who was always politely interested in their remarks. She looked so cool and restful in her white frock and shady hat. She did _not_ buy a solar topee at Port Said, for though this was her first voyage she had not, it seemed, started quite unwarned.
In the middle of the Indian Ocean she suddenly found favour in the eyes of Sir Langham Sykes, and when that was the case Sir Langham proclaimed his preference to the whole ship. No one who attracted his notice could remain in obscurity. When he was not eating he was talking, generally about himself, though he was also fond of asking questions.
A short, stout man with a red face, little fierce blue eyes, a booming voice, noisy laugh and a truculent, domineering manner, Sir Langham made his presence felt wherever he was.
It was "her shape," as he called it, that first attracted his attention to Miss Ross, as he watched her walking briskly round and round the hurricane-deck for her morning const.i.tutional.
"That woman moves well," he remarked to his neighbour; "wonder if she"s goin" out to be married. Nice-looking woman and pleasant, no frills about her--sort that would be kind in illness."
And Sir Langham sighed. He couldn"t take any exercise just then, for his last attack of gout had been very severe, and his left foot was still swathed and slippered.
There was a dance that night on the hurricane-deck, and Sir Langham, while watching the dancers, talked at the top of his voice with the more important lady pa.s.sengers. On such occasions he claimed close intimacy with the Reigning House, and at all times of day one heard such sentences as, "And _I_ said to the Princess Henrietta," with a full account of what he did say. And the things he declared he said, and the stories he told, certainly suggested a doubt as to whether the ladies of our Royal Family are quite as strait-laced as the ordinary public is led to believe. But then one had only Sir Langham"s word for it. There was no possibility of questioning the Princess.
Presently Sir Langham got tired of trying to drown the band--it was such a noisy band--and he hobbled down the companion on to the almost deserted deck. Right up in the stern he spied Miss Ross, quite alone, sitting under an electric light absorbed in a book. Beside her was an empty chair with a comfortable leg-rest. Sir Langham never made any bones about interrupting people. It would not, to him, have seemed possible that a woman could prefer any form of literature to the charm of his conversation. So with a series of grunts he lowered himself into it, arranged his foot upon the rest, and, without asking permission, lit a cigar.
"Don"t you care for dancin"?" he asked.
She closed her book. "Oh, yes," she said, "but I don"t know many men on board, and there are such a lot of young people who do know one another.
It"s pretty to watch them; but the night is pretty, too, don"t you think? The stars all seem so near compared to what they do at home."
"I"ve seen too many Eastern nights to take much stock in "em now," he said in a disparaging voice. "I take it this is all new to you--first voyage, eh?"
"Yes, I"ve never been a long voyage before."
"Goin" to India, I suppose. You"d have started sooner if you"d been goin" for the winter to Australia. Now what are you goin" to India _for_?"
"To stay with my sister."
"Married sister?"
"Yes."
"Older than you, then, of course."
"No, younger."
"Much younger?"
"Three years."
"Is she like you?"
"Not in the least. She is a beautiful person."
"Been married long?"
"Between five and six years. I"m to take her home at the end of the cold weather."
"Any kids?"
"Two."
"And you haven"t been out before?"
"No; this is my first visit."
"She"s been home, I suppose?"
"Yes, once."
"Is her husband in the Army?"
"No."
Had Sir Langham been an observant person he would have noted that her very brief replies did not exactly encourage further questions. But his idea of conversation was either a monologue or a means of obtaining information, so he instantly demanded, "What does her husband do?"