"Yes, and I"m glad Lady Cannon was scored off, anyhow."
"Edith told me about her having mentioned to Bruce about our meeting the nurse and baby. She was very sorry, but I thought it didn"t matter a bit. Why do you think Bruce tried to make mischief in this horrid way?"
"Only because he"s a fool. Like so many of us, he"s in love with you,"
said Anne.
Hyacinth laughed, thinking Anne was in fun.
CHAPTER XV
Raggett in Love
"If you please, ma"am a gentleman called and left some flowers."
"Who was it?" said Edith.
"He wouldn"t give his name. There"s a note for you."
Edith went into the drawing-room, where she found a large bundle of lilies, violets, and daffodils, and the following letter, written in a cramped, untidy handwriting:--
"DEAR MRS OTTLEY,
"I went for a bicycle ride yesterday and plucked these flowers for you, hoping you wouldn"t mind accepting them. If you have a moment"s time to give me, I wonder if you would let me call and see you one day?
"Sincerely yours,
"F. J. RAGGETT
"P.S.--I"m extremely busy, but am free at any time. Perhaps tomorrow might suit you? Or if you"re engaged tomorrow, perhaps today? I would ask you to ring me up and kindly let me know, but I"m not on the telephone."
Edith was amused, but also a little bored. Ever since the dinner at the Savoy, now a fortnight ago, Raggett had been showing furtive signs of a wild admiration for her, at the same time hedging absurdly by asking her to tell him when he might call and giving no address, and by (for instance) pretending he had plucked the flowers himself, evidently not knowing that they had been sent with her address written on a card printed with the name of Cooper"s Stores in the Edgware Road.
She never knew how Bruce would take things, so she had not said anything about it to him yet. He seemed to have forgotten the existence of Raggett, and never mentioned him now.
She arranged the flowers in some blue and white china vases, and sat down by the window in the little drawing-room. She had before her, until Bruce would come home to dinner, two of those empty hours which all young married women in her position have known. There was nothing to do.
Archie was still out, and she was tired of reading, and disliked needlework.
She had just come back from seeing Hyacinth. How full and interesting _her_ life seemed! At any rate, _she_ had everything before her. Edith felt as if she herself were locked up in a box. Even her endless patience with Bruce was beginning to pall a little.
As she was thinking these things she heard a ring, and the maid came in and said--
"It"s the gentleman that left the flowers, and could you see him for a minute?"
"Certainly."
Raggett came in. He looked just as extraordinary as he had at the Savoy and as difficult to place. His manner could not be said to express anything, for he had no manner, but his voice was the voice of a shy undergraduate, while his clothes, Edith thought, suggested a combination of a bushranger and a conjuror. His tie, evidently new, was a marvel, a sort of true-lover"s knot of red patterned with green, strange beyond description. He seemed terrified.
"How very kind of you to come and see me," she said in her sweetest voice, "and these lovely flowers! They quite brighten one up."
"I"m glad you think they"re all right," said Raggett in a low voice.
"They"re beautiful. Fancy your plucking them all yourself! Where did you find these lovely lilies growing? I always fancied they were hot-house plants."
"Oh, I was bicycling," Raggett said. "I just saw them, you know. I thought you might like them. How is Ottley?"
"Bruce is very well. Haven"t you seen him lately?"
"Not very. I"ve been working so fearfully hard," he said; "at the British Museum chiefly. One doesn"t run up against Bruce there much."
"No. I suppose he hardly ever goes."
There was a pause.
"Won"t you have some tea?" asked Edith.
"No, thank you. I never take it."
And there was another silence.
Just as Edith was rather at a loss, and was beginning a sentence with--
"Have you been--" he at the same time said--
"Do you know--?"
"I beg your pardon," said Edith.
"Oh, I beg yours."
"Do say what you were going to say."
"Oh, please finish your sentence."
"I wasn"t going to say anything."
"Nor was I."
"I was going to ask you if you"d been to the Savoy again lately?"
"No; I"ve only been there once in my life. It was a great event for me, Mrs Ottley."
"Really?"