"It is, indeed. If you have not got your part with you, you won"t want to work at it tonight. I wonder, as you seem better, whether you would feel up to listening while I tell you something about the accounts?"
"There you are! How like a woman! The very moment I am a bit cheered up and hopeful and feeling a little stronger, you begin worrying me again."
"Dear Bruce, I wasn"t going to worry you. I don"t want you to do anything--anything at all but listen, and it really will take hardly any time at all. You remember you said you weren"t strong enough to go through them, and suggested I should show them to your mother? Well, I went today, and I only want to tell you what happened."
"Awfully good of you. What did she say?"
"She didn"t say much, and she thought she could arrange it, but not without speaking to your father."
"Oh, I say, really? Well, that"s all right then. The girl who plays Miss Vavasour is quite as good as any professional actress, you know; in fact, she would have made a fortune on the stage. She"s a Miss Flummerfelt. Her father was German by birth. If she weren"t a little bit inclined to be fat, she would be wonderfully handsome. I shall have a little scene with her in the third act, at least, not really a scene exactly, but I have to announce her. I open the door and say, "Miss Vavasour!" and then she rushes up to Lady Jenkins, who is sitting on the sofa, and tells her the bracelet has been found, and I shut the door.
But there"s a great deal, you know, in the tone in which I announce her.
I have to do it in an apparently supercilious but really admiring tone, to show that all the servants think Miss Vavasour had taken the bracelet, but that _I_ am certain it isn"t true. Frank Lus...o...b.., it seems, used to say the words without any expression at all, just "Miss Vavasour!" like that, in an unmeaning sort of way."
"I see. Your father was at home at the time, so your mother most kindly said she would go in to him at once, and try to get it settled, just to spare you the suspense of waiting for a letter about it. Isn"t it sweet and considerate of her?"
"Awfully. In the second act, Lady Jenkins says to me, "Parker, has an emerald snake bracelet with a ruby head been found in any of the rooms?"
and I have to say, "I will inquire, my lady." And then I move about the room, putting things in order. She says, "That will do, Parker; you can go.""
"You seem to make yourself rather a nuisance, then; but do listen, Bruce. I waited, feeling most frightfully uncomfortable, and I am afraid there was a fearful row--I felt so sorry for your mother, but you know the way she has of going straight to the point. She really wasn"t long, though it _seemed_ long. She came back and said--"
"Of course there"s one thing Mitch.e.l.l asked me to do, but I was obliged to refuse. I can"t shave off my moustache."
"Heavens! You aren"t going to play the part of a powdered footman with a moustache?"
"Yes, I shall; Mitch.e.l.l doesn"t know it yet, but I mean to. I can carry it off. I can carry off anything."
"Well, your mother came back and said that your father had given an ultimatum."
"Is that all he"s given?"
"He will put the thing straight on one condition--it seems it is quite an easy condition; he"s going to write and tell it you. Your mother says you must agree at once, not argue, and then everything will be all right."
"Oh, I am glad. It"s all through you, Edith. Thanks, awfully. It"s really very good of you. You should have seen how pleased Mitch.e.l.l was when I said I"d do this for him. Simply delighted. Oh, and Mrs Mitch.e.l.l is going to call on you. I"ll find out which day."
"I suppose I am to be at home to her now? You told me before not to receive her, you know."
"Well, no; if you could manage it without being rude, I would rather she only left a card. The Mansions look all right from outside, and they are in a decent neighbourhood and all that, but the flat is so _very_ small.
I hardly like her to see it."
"Really, Bruce, you are absurd. Does Mitch.e.l.l suppose that you live in a palace?"
"Not a _palace_, exactly; but I expect I have given him an impression that it is--well--all right."
"Well, so it is. If you think the flat unworthy to be seen by Mrs Mitch.e.l.l, why be on visiting terms with her at all? I don"t want to be."
"But, Edith, you can"t refuse the advances of a woman like that, the wife of such a friend of mine as Mitch.e.l.l. He"s a most valuable friend--a splendid fellow--a thoroughly good sort. You"ve no idea how upset he was about our little quarrel the other day. He said he couldn"t sleep at night thinking about it; and his wife, too, was fretting dreadfully, making herself quite ill. But now, of course, it is all right."
"I am not so sure that it is all right; perhaps you will quarrel again on the moustache question."
"Oh, no, we shan"t! There can"t be any more choppings and changings.
After telling the whole company that we buried the hatchet and that I am going to take Lus...o...b.."s part, he wouldn"t care to disappoint them all again. They are very keen, too, on pleasing Miss Flummerfelt, and it seems Mitch.e.l.l thought she would be particularly glad I was going to act with her instead of Lus...o...b.., because, as I say, Lus...o...b.. put so little meaning into the words. It never would have got over the footlights. Old Mitch.e.l.l will be too pleased to get me back to worry about a trifle like that."
"Well, that"s all right. But do you mind writing to your mother tonight, just a line to thank her for being so kind? It was awfully nice of her, you know--she stuck up for you like anything, and put all the little extravagances on to your ill-health; and, you see, she has spared you having a scene with your father--he is just going to write you a nice note."
"Yes, I understand, you told me before; but I have got to write a letter tonight, a rather important one. I"ll write to the mater tomorrow."
"Oh, Bruce!"
"My dear girl, business first, pleasure after. To write to one"s mother is a pleasure. I wonder what the blessed ultimatum is. Look here, Edith, don"t take any engagements for the next two or three weeks, will you? I shall want you every evening for rehearsing. I mean to make a good piece of work of this. I think I shall rather surprise Miss Flummerfelt and Mitch.e.l.l." "Very well; but still I think you might write to your mother.
Who is the very important business letter to?"
"Why, it"s to Clarkson."
CHAPTER x.x.xI
Jane"s Sister
"I have made up my mind, Charles, never to go and see Hyacinth again!"
"Indeed! What"s the matter? What has happened?" Sir Charles looked up rather wearily from his book and took off his gold-rimmed spectacles.
"Why should I wear myself out giving advice that is never followed?"
indignantly said the lady.
"Why, indeed?"
Lady Cannon looked more than ever like a part of her own furniture, being tightly upholstered in velvet and b.u.t.tons, with a touch of gold round the neck. She was distinctly put out. Her husband glanced at her and then at the door, as she poured out tea with an ominous air.
"You know how gratified I was, how thankful to see no more of that odious Miss Yeo. I always disapproved of her. I felt she had a bad influence--at any rate not a good one--in the household. I was simply delighted to hear that Hyacinth never saw her now. Well, today I called in to give Hyacinth a suggestion about her under-housemaid--I knew she wanted a new one; and Jane has a sister out of a situation who, I felt certain, would be the very person for her; when, who do I find sitting chatting with Hyacinth, and taking the lead in the conversation in the same odious way she always did, but Miss Yeo!"
"Oh, she has come back, has she? Well, I"m glad she"s all right. Poor old Anne! How is she looking?"
"Looking!" almost screamed Lady Cannon. "As if it mattered how she looked! What did she ever look like? She looked the same as ever.
Although it"s a lovely day, she had on a mackintosh and a golf-cap and dogskin riding-gloves. She was dressed for a country walk in the rain, but hardly suitable for a visit to Hyacinth. How ever, that is not the point. The point is her extraordinary impertinence and disrespect to _me_. I naturally took scarcely any notice of her presence beyond a slight bow. I made no reference whatever to her sudden disappearance, which, though exceedingly ill-bred and abrupt, I personally happened to be very glad of. I merely said what I had come to say to Hyacinth: that Jane"s sister was looking for a situation, and that Hyacinth"s was the very one to suit her. Instead of allowing Hyacinth to speak, what does Miss Yeo do but most impertinently snap me up by saying--what do you suppose she asked me, Charles?"
"How on earth could I possibly guess?"
"She asked me, in a hectoring tone, mind, what I knew about Jane"s sister! Daring to ask _me a thing like that_!"
"What did you say?"
"I answered, in a very proper and dignified way, of course, that I personally knew nothing whatever about her, but that I was always glad to get a good place for a relative of any domestic of mine; so Miss Yeo answered that she thought her sister--I mean Jane--having been with me five years was a circ.u.mstance not in her favour at all, quite the contrary, and she would strongly advise Hyacinth not to take Jane"s sister on so flimsy recommendation. I was thunderstruck. But this is not all. Before I left Miss Yeo dared to invite me to go to see her and her friends, and even went so far as to say she could get me an invitation to a musical party they are giving in a boarding-house in Bloomsbury!
She says they have charming musical evenings every Sunday, and sometimes play dumb crambo! It was really almost pathetic. To ask _me_ to play dumb crambo! The woman can have no sense of humour!"