I paused before I answered.
A sudden thought had struck me.
Men are supposed to be so much better at summing up other men"s characters at a glance than women are.
In spite of what Aunt Anastasia has said about "insufferable young bounders," I believe that this Mr. Reginald Brace is a thoroughly nice, clear-sighted sort of young man. I feel that one could rely upon his judgment of people. I"m sure that one could trust him to be sincere and fair.
Why not consult him about this new, would-be friend of Million"s?
Why not be guided by him? He was the only available man I could be guided by, after all.
So I said: "Well, Million, on second thoughts, of course, if you have another man here, it isn"t quite the same thing as receiving this Mr.
Burke by himself. It puts him on a different footing. And----"
"D"you mean I may have him here after all, Miss?" cried Million, lighting up again at once. "Mr. Burke, I mean."
"Oh, yes, have him," I said resignedly. "Have both of them. We"ll see what happens when they meet."
CHAPTER XII
THE DAY OF THE PARTY
TO-DAY"S the day!
At four o"clock those two young men are coming to the Hotel Cecil, where for the first time it will be a case of "Miss Million at home."
And to begin with Miss Million and her maid have had quite a fierce argument.
I knew it was coming. I scented it afar off as soon as Million had sent off her formal little note (dictated by me) to the Hon. James Burke at this hotel.
As soon as we had settled which of all her new gowns the little hostess was going to wear for this event she turned to me. Obviously suppressing the "Miss Beatrice," which still lingers on the tip of her tongue, Million asked: "And what are you goin" to put on?"
"Put on?" I echoed with well-simulated surprise, for I knew perfectly what she meant. I braced myself to be firm, and took the bull by the horns.
"I shan"t have to "put on" anything, you see," I explained. "I shall always be just as I am in this black frock and this darling little frilly ap.r.o.n, and the cap that I really love myself in. You can"t say it doesn"t suit me, Mill----, Miss Million."
The scandalised Million stared at me as we stood there in her hotel bedroom; a st.u.r.dy, trim little dark-haired figure in her new princesse petticoat that showed her firmly developed, short arms, helping me to put away the drifts of superfluous tissue-paper that had enwrapped her trousseau. I myself had never been so well dressed as in this dainty black-and-white livery.
She exclaimed in tones of horror: "But you can"t sit down to afternoon tea with two young gentlemen in your cap and ap.r.o.n!"
"Of course not. I shan"t be sitting down with them at all."
"What?"
"I shan"t be having tea with you in the drawing-room," I explained.
"Naturally I shall not appear this afternoon."
"Wha--what"ll you do, then?"
"What does a good lady"s-maid do? Sit in her bedroom, sorting her mistress"s new lingerie and sewing name-tapes on to her mistress"s silk stockings----"
"What! And leave me alone, here?" remonstrated my mistress shrilly. "Me sit here by myself with those two young gentlemen, one of them a Honourable and a perfect stranger to me, and me too nervous to so much as ask them if they like one lump or two in their cups of tea? Oh, no! I couldn"t do it----"
"You"ll have to," I said. "Ladies"-maids do not entertain visitors with their employers."
"But----"Tisn"t as if I was an ordinary employer! "Tisn"t as if you was an ordinary lady"s-maid!"
"Yes, it is, exactly."
"But--they"ll know you aren"t. Why, that young Mr. Reginald Brace, him from the bank, he knows as well as you do who you are at home!"
"That has nothing to do with him, or with your tea-party."
"I don"t want no tea-party if I"m goin" to be left all on me own, and n.o.body to help me talk to that Honourable," Million protested almost tearfully. "Lor"! If I"d a known, I"d never have said the gentlemen could come!"
"Nonsense," I laughed. "You"ll enjoy it."
""Enjoy!" Oh, Miss--Smith! Enjoyment and me looks as if we was going to be strangers," declared Million bitterly. "I don"t see why you couldn"t oblige a friend, and come in to keep the ball a-rollin", you that know the go of Society, and that!"
"I"m sure it"s not the go of Society to have in the lady"s-maid to help amuse the visitors. Not in the drawing-room, at all events."
"But if I ask you----"
"If you ask me to do things that are "not my place," Miss Million," I said firmly, "I shall give you notice. I mean it."
This awful threat had its effect.
Million heaved one more gusty sigh, cast one more reproachful glance at her rebellious maid, and dropped the subject.
Thank goodness!
I shall miss this weird and unparalleled party, but I shall hear all about it at second-hand after that amazingly contrasted couple of young men has departed.
It"s ten minutes to four now.
I have "set the scene" perfectly for this afternoon"s festivity. A hotel sitting-room can never look like a home room. But I"ve done my best with flowers, and new cushions, and a few pretty fashion journals littered about; also several new novels that I made Million buy, because I simply must read them. Yes, I"ve arranged the room. I"ve arranged the carnations. (I hope Mr. Burke will think they look nice.) I"ve arranged the tea; dainty Nile-green cakes from Gunter"s, and chocolates and cigarettes. I"ve arranged the trembling little hostess.
"Good-bye, Miss Million," I said firmly, as I prepared to depart. "You needn"t be nervous; you look very nice in the white French muslin with the broad grey-blue ribbon to match your best feature, your eyes. Very successful."
"Looks so plain, to me," objected little Million unhappily. "You might have let me put on something more elabyrinth. n.o.body"d ever believe I"d been and gone and given as much as fifteen guineas for this thing."
"Anybody would know, who knew anything," I consoled her. "And I"ll tell you one thing. A man like Mr. Burke knows everything. Give him my love--no. Mind you don"t!"
"I shall be too scared to say a word to him," began Million, whimpering.