Suddenly Bill shouted out "Miss Chalk," threw off the bandage, and caught her hands to kiss her! It was all in the forfeits: he had a right to do it, because he guessed her name. She laughed and struggled, the children and Helen were as wild Indians with glee, and Tod looked ready to bring the roof down. Just as Bill gave the kiss, Anna saw me.
Of course it created an interlude, and the forfeits were thrown up. Tod came out of his pa.s.sion, feeling a little frightened.
"Johnny! Why, what in the world brings you here? Anything wrong with my father?"
"I am only come up on a visit to Miss Deveen, Tod."
"Well, I"m sure!" cried Tod; as if he thought he ought to have all the visiting, and I none of it.
Sophie put her hand into mine. "I am so glad to see you again," she said in her softest tone. "And dear Mrs. Todhetley, how is she? and the sweet children?"
But she never waited to hear how; for she turned away at some question put by Bill Whitney.
Sir John came in, and the four old ones sat down to their whist in the small drawing-room opening from this. The children were sent to bed.
Sophie Chalk went to the piano to sing a song in hushed tones, Tod putting himself on one side, Bill on the other.
"Are _both_ of them going in for the lady"s favour?" I asked of Anna, pointing to the piano, as she made room for me on the sofa.
"I think Miss Chalk would like it, Johnny."
"How well Bill is looking!"
"Oh, he has quite recovered; he seems all the stronger for his accident.
I suppose the rest and the nursing set him up."
"Is Sophie Chalk staying here?"
"No; there"s hardly room for her. But she has been here every day and all day since we came up. They send her home in a cab at night, and one of the maids has to go with her. It is Helen"s arrangement."
"Do you like London, Anna?"
"No. I wish I had stayed at home."
"But why?"
"Well--but I can"t tell you every reason."
"Tell me one?"
Anna did not answer. She sat looking out straight before her, her eyes full of trouble.
"Perhaps it is all nothing, Johnny. I may be fanciful and foolish, and so take up mistaken notions. Wrong ones, on more points than one."
"Do you mean anything--_there_?"
"Yes. It would be--_I_ think--a terrible misfortune for us, if William were to engage himself to Sophie Chalk."
"You mean Tod, Anna?" I said, impulsively.
She blushed like a rose. "Down at Whitney I did think it was he; but since we came here she seems to have changed; to be--to be----"
"Going in for Bill. I put it plainly you see, Anna."
"I cannot help fearing that it would be a very sad mistake for either of them. Oh, Johnny, I am just tormented out of my peace, doubting whether or not I ought to speak. Sometimes I say to myself, yes it would be right, it is my duty. And then again I fancy that I am altogether mistaken, and that there"s nothing for me to say."
"But what could you say, Anna?"
Anna had been nervously winding her thin gold chain round her finger.
She unwound it again before answering.
"Of course--what could I? And if I were to speak, and--and--find there was no cause," she dreamily added, "I should never forgive myself. The shame of it would rest upon me throughout life."
"Well, I don"t see that, Anna. Just because you fancied things were serious when they were not so! Where would be the shame?"
"You don"t understand, Johnny. _I_ should feel it. And so I wish I had stayed down at Whitney, out of the reach of torment. I wish another thing with all my heart--that Helen would not have Sophie Chalk here."
"I think you may take one consolation to yourself, Anna--that whatever you might urge against her, it would most likely make not the smallest difference one way or the other. With Tod I am sure it would not. If he set his mind on marrying Sophie Chalk, other people"s grumbling would not turn him from it."
"It might depend a little on what the grumblings were," returned Anna, as if fighting for the last word. "But there; let it drop. I would rather say no more."
She took up a photograph book, and we began looking over it together.
"Good gracious! Here"s Miss Cattledon? Small waist and all!"
Anna laughed. "She had it taken in Bath, and sent it to William. He had only asked her for it in joke."
"So those studs have never turned up, Anna?"
"No. I wish they would. I should pray night and morning for it, if I thought it would do no one an injury."
"Johnny!" called out Sir John.
"Yes, sir."
"Come you, and take my hand for five minutes. I have just remembered a note I ought to have written this afternoon."
"I shall be sure to play badly," I said to Lady Whitney, who had fallen to Sir John in cutting for partners.
"Oh, my dear, what does it matter?" she kindly answered. "I don"t mind if you do. I do not play well myself."
The next morning Miss Cattledon went out to ten-o"clock daily service.
Miss Deveen said she had taken to the habit of doing so. I wondered whether it was for the sake of religion, or for that grey-haired curate who did the prayers. Sitting by ourselves, I told Miss Deveen of the commission I had from Mrs. Todhetley; and somehow, without my intending it, she gathered a little more.
"Go by all means, and learn what you can, Johnny. Go at once. I don"t think you need, any of you, be afraid, though," she added, laughing. "I have seen very much of boy-and-girl love; seen that it rarely comes to anything. Young men mostly go through one or two such episodes before settling seriously to the business of life."
The omnibus took me to Oxford Street, and I found my way from thence to Torriana Square. It proved to be a corner house, its front entrance being in the square. But there was a smaller entrance on the side (which was rather a bustling street), and a sort of office window, on the wire blind of which was written, in white letters, "Mr. Smith, wine-merchant."