Jefferson was occupied for some time at the Metropole, but when he crossed the _patio_ he slackened speed in front of the arch. He was a sober merchant, but it was not very long since he was a romantic sailor, and the picture that met his glance had some charm. His pretty clerk rested her cheek in her hollowed hand; her pose was unconsciously graceful, and she studied Kit with thoughtful eyes. Kit talked and his face wore a strangely satisfied smile; Jefferson imagined he did not know his cigarette had gone out. His thin figure was athletic, he looked keen and virile. Jefferson approved them both. They had not his wife"s and Austin"s cultivation, but they were honest, red-blooded people. In fact, they were good stuff.
For all that he was puzzled; he had not thought Musgrave a philanderer.
Besides his office was not a drawing-room and he advanced rather noisily. Kit pulled out his watch and got up with a start, but Betty did not plunge into her proper occupation. Betty was generally marked by an attractive calm; then she knew her employer.
"I expect you gave Miss Jordan the note about the stores for _Cayman_?"
Jefferson said to Kit.
Kit took out the paper. "Sorry, but I did not. I must get on board.
Perhaps I ought to have gone before."
"You can go now. Come back for supper, if you like," Jefferson replied with a twinkle and put down some doc.u.ments. "If you can give me a few minutes, Miss Jordan----"
When Betty got to work at her typewriter he went to Mrs. Jefferson"s drawing-room.
"I have asked young Musgrave to supper and reckon he"ll come," he said.
"Don"t you know if he is coming?" Mrs. Jefferson rejoined.
"He didn"t state his plans. I imagine he was rattled when I fired him out. It had probably dawned on him he"d been loafing about my office most part of the afternoon."
"You knew he was a friend of Miss Jordan"s," Mrs. Jefferson remarked.
"I knew Jacinta Austin was pretty smart, but it begins to look as if she was smarter than I thought."
Mrs. Jefferson smiled. "Oh, well, you have got a good clerk and Kit has got a post he likes."
"But what about Olivia?"
"I don"t think you need be disturbed about Olivia," said Mrs. Jefferson, dryly. "Anyhow, you mustn"t meddle. Your touch is not light."
"That is so," Jefferson agreed. "Jacinta"s touch is surely light; she can pull three or four wires at once, without your knowing how she"s occupied. For all that, I"ve a notion she"ll some time snarl the wires in a nasty tangle. Can"t you give her a hint she"s got to leave my clerk and Kit alone?"
"I doubt. The thing is puzzling. You see, Betty refused Kit," Mrs.
Jefferson remarked in a thoughtful voice. "However, I think two of the leading actors in the comedy know what they want. The others do not."
"It rather looks as if three didn"t know."
"I think my calculation"s accurate. However, I see no useful part for us. Ours is to look on and smile when the play"s amusing."
"If Jacinta hurts Miss Jordan, I won"t smile," Jefferson rejoined. "I"m fond of the girl, because in a way she"s like you."
"Sometimes you"re very nice," said Mrs. Jefferson, and went off to talk to the Spanish cook in the kitchen that had, when Jefferson got the house, adjoined the stable.
CHAPTER IV
WOLF GIVES A FEAST
Kit returned for _comida_, which in Spanish countries is the second proper meal. At Jefferson"s it was served about five o"clock, and when Kit arrived Mrs. Jefferson indicated a chair opposite Betty"s at the table in a big cool room.
"Now we can begin," she said and Jefferson clapped his hands for the major-domo. In old Spanish houses there are no bells, and one uses customs the Moors brought long since from the East.
"If I"m late, I"m sorry," Kit replied. "I had to call at the _Commandancia_ and they kept me longer than I thought."
"I expect the _ayutante_ was getting his _comida_," Jefferson remarked.
"Anyhow, you didn"t hold up our meal. Miss Jordan hadn"t finished some letters I wanted sent off by the Castle boat."
"That"s some relief," Kit said to Mrs. Jefferson. "Although I hurried, I was afraid----"
"To wait for one"s dinner is not much relief," Jefferson rejoined.
"Then, since you know the Spanish rules, my notion is you ought to have got on a hustle earlier."
Mrs. Jefferson gave him a quiet glance and he began to move some plates.
Betty did not look up, but Kit thought she was not at all embarra.s.sed.
"I forgot about the _ayutante_"s _comida_. In fact----" he said, and stopped. It was strange, but he had forgotten he had meant to go to Mrs.
Austin"s.
"Give me the hot plates," said Mrs. Jefferson, and when Jefferson did so one slipped and rattled.
"Perhaps it"s lucky my touch is not light," he remarked. "If it had been lighter, I"d have broken some crockery."
Kit imagined there was a joke, but since the joke was not obvious he studied Betty. She now wore a thin black dress, made in the Spanish fashion with black lace at the short sleeves and neck. Her skin was very white and smooth and Kit thought she looked as if she had always worn a dinner dress.
The room was s.p.a.cious. Mrs. Jefferson"s china and silver were good. A bowl of splendid roses occupied the middle of the table, and although they had no smell, the little _tierra_ roses, half hidden by the others, were seductively sweet. Decanters of red and yellow wine shone among coloured fruit, and in front of Betty a cl.u.s.ter of white Muscatel grapes glimmered against dark vine leaves.
One got a hint of taste and cultivation, and Kit remembered that for a time after his arrival he had felt raw and awkward at houses like his host"s. At Liverpool Betty had worn rather shabby clothes, and often when he met her going home from the office her boots were wet and muddy.
Now she looked as if she belonged to Mrs. Jefferson"s circle. Kit did not know if this was strange or not; he began to think he had not really known Betty.
All the same, he was conscious of keen satisfaction. Betty had fronted poverty and smiled, but her smile was no longer forced. She had escaped, like Cinderella, from dreary servitude, and Kit was very glad, although he doubted if his a.n.a.logy were good. Cinderella was splendidly conspicuous when she went to the ball, but Betty was not. Her charm was her gracious quietness; she did not stand out from her background, she harmonised with it. Kit thought her like the Muscatels that glimmered with pearly tints among the leaves.
"I guess you are thinking about Wolf"s cargo," Jefferson remarked.
"Not at all," said Kit. "I was thinking about Liverpool. And Muscatel grapes."
He imagined Betty"s glance rested on him for a moment and was gone, but Jefferson looked amused.
"Don"t you get things mixed? When we towed out on board the old _Orinoco_ in the sooty fog, Liverpool wasn"t much like a vineyard.
However, I allow the Muscatel"s a pretty good fruit. Doesn"t catch your eye like the red grapes, but when you put the _colorado_ in the press the wine has a bite and some is mighty sour. The white wine"s sweet and fragrant. All the same, you don"t get the proper bouquet until the grapes are in the press. What d"you think about my philosophy, Miss Jordan?"
"Sometimes the press hurts," Betty remarked quietly.
"It hurts all the time," said Jefferson and his thin face got grave.
"You know this when you have felt the screws. Well, I guess it"s done with, but when I hear them sing their Latin psalm _In exitu_, I understand. Some of us have been in Egypt----"