"Miss Loriner."
Mr. Trew stopped to make his announcement in a dramatic form.
"She"s going to get spliced."
"So I guessed," remarked Gertie.
"But can you guess who to?"
"I think I can."
"Oh," he said regretfully. "Of course, if I"m not the first in the field with the news, there"s an end of it. I sh"d say they"d be a very comfortable, "appy, get-on-well-together couple, once they settle down."
She made a remark in a trembling voice.
"Of course you hope they will," he echoed heartily. "You and him have always got along well together. As I said, he hasn"t took much time about it. Finished his book, he tells me."
"Mr. Trew, who are you talking about?"
"Why, your cousin Clarence, of course. I know it"s correct because I got the information straight from the stable. And he would have called round to tell you, only he was busy. Said he wanted to see you soon, because he"d got a message. I won"t be certain; there was a lot of traffic about, but I rather fancy it was something in the nature of a pressing invite."
CHAPTER VI.
The days that followed were racing days for Gertie. At Great t.i.tchfield Street a special order came in, and Madame held a kind of rehearsal, that the girls might know exactly what to do if the inspector called. The inspector represented the State, which, in the opinion of Madame and Miss Rabbit and all the a.s.sistants, male and female, was an interfering busybody hampering industry, and preventing honest workers from earning useful pay for unlimited overtime. To Great t.i.tchfield Street, by day, came private letters by express messenger for Gertie, and more than one telegram; she generally found a communication awaiting her on the return home to Praed Street. Miss Rabbit accepted the statement that these came from Gertie"s cousin, referring to nothing more romantic than a visit to the country; in private conversation with senior girls in the workroom, she said, rather bitterly, that Miss Higham surely took her for a born idiot.
Clarence proved himself alert and quick witted in retort, with an answer ready for every objection. When Gertie, as a final argument, put forward the matter of evening dress, he took her straightway to a celebrated firm (one-half of the lady pa.s.sengers in public conveyances along the route gave, as their instruction and appeal to conductors, "Set me down as near as you can to Brown and Hodgkinson"s!"), and there was purchased a blouse of white lace--costing so much that Gertie, on hearing the amount, had to clutch at one of the high chairs; and as Clarence paid readily with gold, the polite young woman on the other side of the counter a.s.sured him it was well worth the money. Gertie, at another establishment, bought a pair of slippers, saying to herself that they would come in handy, even though she did not go to Ewelme.
Reluctance to accept the invitation conveyed through Clarence was supported at Praed Street by her aunt, who declared the girl would be like a fish out of water; that she would wish herself home again before she had been there the s.p.a.ce of two minutes. But for Mrs. Mills"s over-earnest counsel it is likely Gertie might have kept her threat (or promise) to back out at the last moment. On the Friday night, Mrs.
Mills mentioned that the Dougla.s.s people were probably only asking Gertie in order to enjoy a laugh at her expense. The following morning, to her aunt"s astonishment and open dismay, Gertie took a carefully-packed portmanteau along to the cloakroom at Paddington Station. In the afternoon she found herself, for the first time in her life, seated in a second-cla.s.s carriage.
"Afraid you"ve had rather a rush," said her cousin.
"It isn"t only that," she admitted, breathlessly. "I"m excited about this visit."
"Not more so than I am. All the same, I feel very much indebted to you, Gertie, for coming with me. The letter was worded in a way that meant I was to bring you, or not go at all. You see Mary--Miss Loriner--is only a companion at Morden Place. She couldn"t have asked me on her own responsibility."
The girl closed her eyes and snuggled back in the corner. If Henry exhibited any special sign of affection, she would have to draw herself up to her full height and say, "Mr. Dougla.s.s, you"re evidently not aware that you are speaking to an engaged lady." If he went so far as to propose marriage, the situation would be still more dramatic. "Mr.
Dougla.s.s, you appear to have left it too late. I am already pledged to another!" There were alternative remarks prepared, and she felt certain that any one of them would be telling and effective. Clearly, he wanted to see her; otherwise so much trouble would not have been expended over the present visit; it was her business to make him see that a London girl was not to be taken up and dropped, and taken up again.
"Manners," she said resolutely, opening her eyes, and addressing a barge on the ca.n.a.l, "manners. That"s what some people have got to be taught!"
The short train brought them slowly to the one platform of the station, and before she realized it, Henry Dougla.s.s was holding both of her hands, and looking down at her affectionately. He turned to give a welcome to her cousin, and Gertie told herself there was no necessity, for the present, to be dignified or reserved; that could come later.
Outside the station, Miss Loriner was talking to a horse that seemed impatient to make its way in the direction of home; she and Clarence took seats at the back of the dogcart with a light rug spread over knees; they made no complaint of overcrowding.
"Can you really drive?" inquired Gertie with anxiety. "You never used to speak about it when Mr. Trew was talking."
"Life," answered Henry Dougla.s.s, "is too short to allow one to brag about everything. I do the best I can." They took the corner and went at a good pace through the town. "By Jove," he went on, enthusiastically, "you have no idea how I"ve missed you."
The first of the selected reproofs would have come in here appropriately, but a motor car was coming in the opposite direction with, as it seemed to her, the definite intention of running into their conveyance; she grabbed nervously at Henry"s arm. When she looked again the car had gone, leaving dust as a slight memento of the encounter.
"Don"t take it away!" he begged.
Here again either of the sentences might have been delivered; Gertie decided it would be sufficient to refrain from acceding to his request.
Henry saluted with his whip folk who pa.s.sed by, and told her who they were; stopped at one shop to take a parcel of wools intended for his mother. He had talked about Gertie to his mother, and she was anxious to meet Miss Higham.
"She"ll be still more anxious to see me go away."
"You wouldn"t say that," he a.s.serted, "if you knew her."
"It"s really Lady Dougla.s.s I"m afraid of. Look at that board, "Trespa.s.sers will be prosecuted." I feel it"s meant for me."
"Trespa.s.sers," he said, "as a matter of fact, cannot be prosecuted.
The board is all nonsense. Trespa.s.sers can only be prosecuted when they do some sort of damage."
She glanced around to watch a baby in the garden of a cottage; Clarence Mills and Miss Loriner were kissing. Gertie did not speak again until they reached the iron gates.
"I want to show you the tennis court," he said. "The man here can drive your cousin and Miss Loriner up to the house." She hesitated as he, stepping down, held out his hand. "My mother is waiting there!"
They found the grey-haired old lady resting on a low white enamelled seat, watching a game of singles between two stout men, who had the distressed look of those who play for the sake of health and figure.
The ruddier of the two was pointed out as Mr. Jim Langham, brother to Lady Dougla.s.s; the other, a barrister with leanings in the direction of political work, and a present desire to be amiable towards everybody in the neighbourhood who possessed a vote.
"Now, you are to sit down here, Miss Higham," said the old lady, "and talk to me. I may interrupt you, now and again, but you mustn"t mind that. One of the few privileges of age."
"I don"t know what to talk about."
"Talk about yourself. I"ve heard about you from Henry, but I want to verify the information. You work for your living, don"t you? Well now, that is interesting. I did the same before I was married. I married rather well, and then, of course, there was no necessity for me to go on with it."
"When my dear mother says she wants you to talk to her," explained Henry, "what she really means is that she wishes to talk to you. If you don"t mind, I"ll go over and teach these men how to play tennis."
Jim Langham came across directly that the game was finished, interrupting the two as they were getting on good terms with each other; on the way, he shouted an order to a gardener working near. He was effusive over the introduction to Gertie, showing his perfect teeth, and expressing the hope that she would not have to leave on Monday. The gardener brought a tumbler on a tray, and a syphon.
"At this time of the day?" said Mrs. Dougla.s.s, glancing at the contents of the gla.s.s.
"Good whisky," retorted Jim Langham, taking a small quant.i.ty of soda, "makes one feel like another man altogether."
"In that case," said the old lady, "by all means have the drink. My dear," to Gertie, "give me my stick and we"ll walk up to the house and have tea."
"I"ll come with you," remarked Jim Langham.
"You will stay where you are," ordered Mrs. Dougla.s.s.
Gertie, at Great t.i.tchfield Street, had invented a house, doubled it, and multiplied it by ten; it came as a surprise to her to find that the residence was a solid building of fair extent with a parapet wall of stone in front, broad steps leading to the open doors. On the lawn tea was being set out by a man-servant; he lighted the wick underneath a silver kettle. Lady Dougla.s.s, in black, made an effective entrance down the steps in the company of a dog that looked like a rat.
"How perfectly charming of you to come and see us," she cried, extending a limp hand. "We do so want some one to brighten us up.
Darling," to old Mrs. Dougla.s.s, "why didn"t you tell them to send the bath-chair for you?"