"Wonder if I can trust you, dear," said Miss Rabbit, resting elbows.
"I"ve been so often taken in over friendships with people that I suppose I"m more cautious than most. But there"s a look about you--perhaps, though, I"d better keep on the safe side."
"I"m not one to chatter."
"I know, I know. That"s why I"ve always took to you specially." Again Miss Rabbit stopped. She stirred her cup of chocolate slowly.
"If it"s good news," advised Gertie, "tell me. I can do with some just now. If it"s not, keep it to yourself."
"It"s rather serious news, and that"s why I think you ought to be told.
First of all, you must promise me, on your soul and honour, not to breathe a word of it to anybody. Above all, not to Madame."
"I promise," she said.
"Very well then"--with a satisfied air--"it"s like this." She leaned across the marble table. "Our show is going to burst up."
The dramatic announcement over, and the appropriate e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, the correct look of amazement and despair given. Miss Rabbit warmed to her task, and became voluble; at each new paragraph of her discourse she exacted a fresh guarantee that the information would go no further, that the bond of absolute secrecy should be respected. Once, she felt it necessary to say that if the other communicated a single word of the confidences to any third party, she, Miss Rabbit, would feel it her duty to haunt Miss Higham to the last hour of her life. Put briefly, the news came to this. That Madame was in financial difficulties; that her name and address might be found in the bankruptcy list any coming Wednesday or Sat.u.r.day; that no one was likely to be stupid enough to take over the business; that the members of the staff, men and girls, would find themselves turned out into a cold, hard world. The drawback of being connected with a business of a special nature like theirs was that there existed but few of a similar nature, and these were already fully supplied with a.s.sistants. Miss Rabbit herself intended to look out for another berth ere the market became swamped by many applications; with piety, she called attention to a well-known text which said, "Go thou and do likewise." Outside the A.B.C. shop, Miss Rabbit, in extorting thanks for her generous behaviour, demanded, once more, a promise.
"Say it after me," she ordered. ""I will never utter a single syllable of all this to a solitary living soul."" Her instructions complied with, she remarked that a great load was now taken from her mind, and asked Gertie for advice on the point whether to go home by omnibus or Tube railway.
The girl arrived at Praed Street after a brisk walk that was intended to detach the mind from disturbing incident. In the broad thoroughfare of Portland Place (which looked as though it started with the idea of being a long, important roadway to the north, and became suddenly reminded, to its great astonishment, that Regent"s Park barred the way) she had glanced up at the large houses, and wished she lived in one; in that case she would receive Henry Dougla.s.s, at the end of the silence that had come since the last meeting, and after listening to him, reject his advances haughtily. That was the phrase. Reject his advances haughtily. She had read it more than once in the literature which attracted her in the days before Henry. Since she had known him, a course of reading, adopted at his suggestion, took her away from the more flowery and romantic pages, but in the old serial stories the folk had nothing to do but to make love to each other, with intervals for meals and rest; they were not restricted to evening hours; the whole day was at their service. And certainly the ladies never found themselves burdened with the anxiety of losing a weekly wage, in Great t.i.tchfield Street, and the prospect of difficulty in finding one to replace it.
"I"m home, aunt," she announced, entering the shop.
"So I see," remarked Mrs. Mills. Two customers were being served at the newspaper counter, and two were waiting on the tobacco side.
Gertie attended to the orders for cigarettes; the shop cleared.
"Is there a letter for me?" she asked.
Mrs. Mills shook her head curtly.
"Has--has any one called?"
"Now, let me think." Her aunt deliberated carefully in the manner of a conscientious witness impressed by the taking of the oath. "Yes, Miss Radford looked in and went again. Left word that she wanted you to go with her for an outing next Sat.u.r.day afternoon. Said she wanted a breath of fresh air. Mr. Trew is inside--and that reminds me, I"ve got something to say to him. Wait here, like a dear, and look after the shop." Mrs. Mills closed the door carefully behind her as she went into the parlour.
"So, Mr. Trew, I packed him off about his business," she said, obviously continuing a half-finished recital. "I said, "She asked me to tell you that she thought it better for both parties that you and her shouldn"t see each other again." Don"t blame me, do you?"
Mr. Trew rubbed his chin with the knuckle of a finger and remarked that, by rights, he ought to have a shave.
"I stopped his two letters when they came," went on Mrs. Mills. "Many a woman in my position would have been curious enough to open them; I didn"t. I simply put them in a drawer where they can be found when the trouble"s all over. No one can blame me for that, surely."
Mr. Trew mentioned that it was a rummy world, and the methods adopted by the people living in it did not make it the less rummy.
"I see what you mean," she said aggrievedly. "You think I"ve gone too far. But you yourself admitted at the start, when she was meeting that other young gentleman, that high and low never mixed well. And when I heard that this one was likely to come into property, I made up my mind to take the bull by the horns. What"s that you say? Speak out, if you"ve got anything in your head."
"When you take the bull by the horns," said Trew, advancing to the white hearthrug, "what happens is a toss up. I can"t tell you yet whether you"ve done right or whether you"ve done wrong; but if you put the question to me a "underd years hence, I shall be able to answer you. What"s pretty clear to me is that you"re fond of her, and I"m fond of her, and all we want is to see her comfor"ble and happy.
Whether you"re taking the right track to gain that object is more than I can say. Personally, I shouldn"t care to go so far as you"ve gone."
"That"s because you"re a coward."
"Delight of my juvenile heart," said Mr. Trew, "it"s quite likely you"ve hit on precisely the right explanation. Only thing is, it seems to me somewhat rough on the little missy."
Miss Radford was studying the arrival of trains list at Paddington in order to ascertain from which platform the 1.20 p.m. started; she had a.s.sumed the slightly demented appearance that so many take when they enter a railway station. Turning from the poster distractedly, she clutched at the arm of a sailor, and was putting to him agitated inquiries concerning the Great Western service when Gertie Higham interposed, and released the naval man from a duty for which he was not adequately equipped. Firmly and resolutely she conducted Miss Radford to the correct platform, where they found seats in a compartment; and Miss Radford in vain tried to remember whether it was that sitting facing the engine or sitting with her back to the engine gave her a headache. Gertie had obtained the tickets, and Miss Radford wanted hers; Gertie retained possession. On the question of finance, she said a settlement could be arranged when the outing was over. Other pa.s.sengers entered, including two lads, who set at once on the work of studying scientific books; Miss Radford, changing her manner, dropped her parasol as the train started, and one of the youths picked it up, without disengaging his attention from the volume, and handed it to her.
"Thanks awfully," she said, in refined and slightly languid tones; "I am such a clumsy creature"--partly addressing her friend, but mainly speaking to the entire compartment. "Really, I seem quite lost without my maid to look after me."
"You managed to get away from the shop in good time," remarked Gertie.
"What an irritating girl you are, to be sure!" whispered Miss Radford aggrievedly. "No help at all when I"m trying to make a good impression. Wish now I hadn"t asked you to come along with me; I only did it because I couldn"t get any one else. What"s become of that young swell I saw you with on Primrose Hill?"
"I really don"t know."
Miss Radford spoke complacently of her intense love of the country and keen antic.i.p.ation of the joy to be found at Burnham Beeches, and when the train stopped at Slough the compartment mentioned to her that this was where she ought to alight. Gertie, interposing, said that they were, in reality, going further. On Miss Radford asking, in astonished tones, "Whatever for?" she received information that the desire was to get well away from the crowd. The two, changing at a junction, found a small train on another platform that had but a single line; Miss Radford took the precaution of inquiring of the engine-driver whether he considered it safe. The two lads crossed the bridge, and, to her intense annoyance, entered a smoking-compartment.
"I daresay, perhaps"--recovering from this blow--"that we shall manage to run across some others before the day"s out."
"Hope not."
"Well, upon my word," declared the astonished Miss Radford, "you grow more and more peculiar every day!"
They discovered themselves, immediately after leaving the station yard, in an old-fashioned town with large houses close to the brick pavement; cyclists raced along the narrow roadway, and folk carried baskets in the direction of the river. Gertie stopped to put an inquiry to a policeman, and declined to satisfy her companion"s curiosity either in regard to the question or to the answer. Turning to the right, they came to a market-place and a town hall, and, amongst the small shops, one that they noted as a suitable place for tea. The sun was warm, and folk were shopping with suitable deliberation; dogcarts stood outside the princ.i.p.al establishments, motor cars brought up new supplies of clients. Gertie appeared greatly interested in the occupants of these conveyances; some of the ladies were so well protected from dust that identification would not have been easy. Miss Radford mentioned that she had not seen so many funny figures about since the fifth of November of the previous year.
"Where are we off to now?" she demanded.
"A good long walk."
"Not me!" replied Miss Radford with determination. "I"ve got new shoes on. You leave me somewhere with a magazine to read, and go off on your own, and come back when you"re tired."
"You won"t be lonely?"
"I can always find a pleasure," said Gertie"s friend haughtily, "in my own company."
The riverside, Miss Radford decided, was a suitable spot for rest; she could sit there and, in the intervals of application to literature of the day, watch young men hiring boats and setting out to Shillingford or Cholsey. So Gertie Higham started out across the bridge and walked alone through a village where every shop sold everything, where the police station was a homely, comfortable cottage, and children played on wide gra.s.s borders of the road. At the cross-roads she went to the left; an avenue of trees gave a shade that was welcome. The colour came to her face as she strode along briskly, and this was not entirely due to hurry or to the rays of the afternoon sun. Once or twice she almost stopped, as though considering the advisability of returning.
An ivy-covered house stood at the side of iron gates, and Gertie watched it as she approached. An elderly man was clipping hedges; he arrested his work, with an evident hope that conversation would occur.
"No, young "ooman," he said, "that ent where her ladyship lives.
That"s only the gate lodge what you"re looking at. A good ha"f-mile "fore you come the house itself. Do you know her, may I inquire?"
"We"ve met in London."
"Well"--slowly, and making the most of the opportunity--"she ent pleased to see many of her visitors, if all I hear is true; but no doubt she"d be gratified to see you. I"m only a new-comer hereabouts, so to speak, but--" He shook his head thoughtfully, and, taking off his hat, readjusted the cabbage leaf that lined it. "I don"t blame Sir Mark for going off and getting killed. After all, it ent as though she were left chargeable to the parish, as you may say."
"She is quite well to do, I suppose?"
"Plenty of money about, as me and you would rackon it. I understand she complains of not having enough--but there, some people are never satisfied. Going to give a party next week," he added confidentially.
"Not a great turn-out, because they"re all in black, so to speak. So fur as I can gain from the local newspaper--"
"You say it"s half a mile up to the house?"