The next few days were spent in exactly fitting and adapting the purchases to her body. She had expended the forty pounds and drawn out eight more. Through the medium of the slavey she borrowed a mirror, and fixed it at an angle with her own so that she could see her back. She was so interested and absorbed that she now and then neglected to feel unhappy and persecuted. She neglected also to draw up an advertis.e.m.e.nt, postponing that difficult matter until the clothes should be finished.
But the house gathered that Miss Share had got her new situation. One afternoon, early, returning home after a search for white elastic in Hammersmith, she saw Mr. Grig coming away from the house. She stood still, transfixed; she flushed hotly, and descried a beneficent and just G.o.d reigning in heaven. She knew she was saved; and the revulsion in her was nearly overwhelming. A miracle! And yet--not a miracle at all; for Mr. Grig was bound by every consideration of honour and decency to get into communication with her sooner or later. Her doubts of his integrity had been inexcusable.
"I"ve just left a note for you," he said, affecting carelessness. "I brought it down myself because I couldn"t remember whether your number was 56 or 65, and I had to inquire. Moreover, it"s urgent. I want to talk to you. Will you dine with me to-night at the Devonshire Restaurant, Jermyn Street? Eight o"clock. I shan"t be able to dress, so you could wear a hat. Yes or no?..." He was gone again in a moment.
Lilian literally ran upstairs to her room in order to be alone with her ecstatic happiness. She hugged it, kissed it, smothered it; then read the wonderful note three times, and reviewed all her new clothes.
VII
The Avowal
As Lilian armed herself for the field she discovered that, after all her care, she had omitted to provide several small details, the absence of each of which seemed for a few moments in turn to be a disaster. But on the whole she was well satisfied with the total effectiveness. The slattern, who had been furtively summoned, and who was made to wash her hands before touching a hook-and-eye, expressed, in whispers, an admiring amazement which enheartened Lilian in spite of its uninformed quality. The girl, as if bewitched, followed the vision down to the front door.
"If it rains you"re ruined, miss," said the girl anxiously, glancing up into the heavy darkness where not a star was to be seen. "You ought for to have an umbrella."
Lilian shook her head.
"It won"t rain," she answered cheerfully.
But as soon as she was fairly away from the house she felt, or thought she felt, a drop of rain, and, seeing a taxi, she impulsively hailed it, wishing to heaven the next instant that she had not been so audacious.
For although twice with her father and mother she had ridden in taxis on very great occasions, she had never in her life actually taken one by herself. Her voice failed and broke as she said to the driver: "Devonshire Restaurant, Jermyn Street"; but the driver was proficient in comprehension, and the Devonshire Restaurant in Jermyn Street seemed to be as familiar to him as Charing Cross Station.
In the taxi she collected herself. She thought she was all right except for her lips. She knew that her lips ought to have been slightly coloured, but she thought she also knew what was the best lip-stick and she had not been able to get it in Hammersmith. As for her nails, she was glad that it had been impossible for her to tint them. She must remember that she was a typist, and though typists, and even discharged typists, generally help their lips to be crimson on state-nights, they do not usually tint their nails--unless they have abandoned discretion.
Lilian was glad when justifying rain began to fall. While she paid the driver at her destination, a commissionaire held a vast umbrella over her fragile splendour.
Her legs literally shook as she entered the restaurant, exactly as once they had shaken in an air-raid. Within was a rich, tiny little waiting-room with a view of the dining-room beyond. She hesitated awkwardly, for owing to the taxi she was nearly a quarter of an hour too early. A respectful attendant said:
"Are you expecting anyone, madam?"
"Yes."
"What name, madam?"
"Mr. Grig."
"Oh yes, madam. His table is booked."
She had sat down. She could now inspect herself in half a dozen large mirrors, and she almost ceased to fear for her appearance. It was her deportment and demeanour that now troubled her. In this matter she was disturbingly aware that she had both to unlearn and to learn. She looked through the gla.s.s part.i.tion into the restaurant. It was small but sumptuous; and empty of diners save for a couple of women who were smoking and eating simultaneously. People, chiefly in couples, kept arriving and pa.s.sing through the antechamber. She picked up a copy of _What"s On_, pretending to study it but studying the arrivals. Then she felt a man come in and glimpsed the attendant pointing to herself. Mr.
Grig could not entirely conceal his astonishment at the smartness of her appearance. He had in fact not immediately recognized her. His surprised pleasure and appreciation gave her both pleasure and confidence.
"I"m not late," he said, resuming rapidly his rather quizzical matter-of-factness.
"No. I was too early."
The attendant took Mr. Grig"s overcoat like a sacred treasure; he was shown to be in a dark blue suit; and they pa.s.sed to the restaurant.
Lilian thought:
"Anyway, he can"t think I"ve bought these clothes specially for this affair, because he only asked me this afternoon."
The table reserved was in a corner. Lilian had a full view of the whole restaurant, while Mr. Grig had a full view of nothing but Lilian. For a girl in Lilian"s situation he was an ideal host, for the reason that he talked just as naturally--and in particular curtly--as if they had been at the office together. When a waiter shackled in silver approached with the wine list, he asked:
"What wine do you prefer?"
"Whatever you prefer," she replied, with a prompt and delicious smile.
"Oh, no!" he protested. "That won"t do at all. If a woman"s given the choice she ought to choose. She must submit ideas, at any rate.
Otherwise we shall go wandering all through the wine list and finally settle on something neither of us wants."
Lilian had learnt a little about wines (she had sipped often from the paternal gla.s.s), and also about good plain cooking.
"Burgundy," she said.
Without another word Mr. Grig turned to the Burgundy page, and while he was selecting Lilian took off her gloves and gazed timidly around. It was the silver table-lamps, each glowing under a canopy of orange, that impressed her more than anything else. She saw shoulders, bosoms, pearls, white shirt-fronts, black backs--the room was still filling--all repeated in gilt mirrors. The manner of the numerous waiters corresponded to her notion of court chamberlains. This was the first high-cla.s.s restaurant she had ever seen, and despite her nervousness she felt more at home in it, more exultingly happy in it, than anywhere before in all her existence. She pa.s.sionately loved it, and her beauty seemed to increase in radiance. She liked to think that it was extremely costly. Compare it to the Palais de Danse, Mr. Pladda, and the tomato sandwiches! Ah! It was the genuine article at last! She took surrept.i.tious glances also at Mr. Grig"s bent face; and the face was so strange to her, though just the same as of old, that she might have been seeing it for the first time. The greatness, the enormity of the occasion, frightened her. What were they doing there together? And what in the future would they do together? Was he really and seriously attracted by her? Was she in love with him? Or was it all a curious and dangerous deception? She had always understood that when one was in love one knew definitely that one was in love. Whereas she was sure of nothing whatever. Nevertheless she was uplifted into a beatific, irrational and reckless joy. Never had she felt as she felt while Mr.
Grig was selecting the Burgundy.
"Now we"d better be getting to business," said he, when the hors _d"oeuvre_ had been removed and the soup served. "I had a letter from my sister this morning. She wrote--wait a minute!" He pulled a letter from his pocket and read out: ""I"m sorry to say I"ve been compelled to get rid of poor Lilian Share. She"s a nice enough girl in her way, but when you"re not here I"m in charge of this office, and as she couldn"t treat me with the respect due to me, I had to decide at once what to do, and I did decide. I treated her generously, and I hope she"ll soon get another place. She will, of course, because she can be so very attractive _when she likes_"--underlined--"but I fear she isn"t likely to keep it unless she changes her style of behaviour."" He smacked the letter together and returned it to his pocket. "There, you see! I"m being remarkably frank with you. I came up from Brighton on purpose to tell you, and I"m going, back by the last train to-night. My sister is quite unaware of this escapade. In fact, at the moment I"m leading a double life. Now! I"ve given you one version of this mighty incident.
Give me your version."
Lilian, troubled, looked at her mother"s engagement ring on her finger--the sole jewel she carried--and smiled with acute restraint at her plate.
"_Have_ you got another situation? I suppose not," Mr. Grig went on.
"No--not yet."
"Have you tried for one?"
"No."
"Then what are you about?"
"Oh! My father left me a little money--very little, but I"m not starving."
"So I should judge.... Well, tell me all about it."
"I didn"t mean to be rude to her--really I didn"t. It was about a small bill of Lord Mackworth"s."
She related the episode in detail, repeating the conversation with marvellous exact.i.tude, but with too many "she saids, she saids" and "I saids, I saids." Mr. Grig laughed when she came to the offer to pay the bill herself, and after a moment she gave a slight responsive smile.
She was very careful not to make or even to imply the least charge against Miss Grig, and she accomplished the duplicity with much skill.
"I can promise you one thing," said Mr. Grig. "The moment I get back I"ll see that Milly is sacked. I cannot stick that bag of bones."
"_Please_ don"t!"