Mr. Prohack raised a sternly deprecating hand. "Enough."
"But don"t you want to know what I want the money for?" Sissie demanded.
"No!... Ha-ha!"
"Then I shall tell you. The fact is I must tell you."
III
"I"ve decided to teach dancing," said Sissie, beginning again nervously, as her father kept a notable silence.
"I thought you weren"t so very keen on dancing."
"I"m not; but perhaps that"s because I don"t care much for the new fashion of dancing a whole evening with the same man. Still the point is that I"m a very fine dancer. Even Charlie will tell you that."
"But I thought that all the princ.i.p.al streets in London were full of dancing academies at the present time, chiefly for the instruction of aged gentlemen."
"I don"t know anything about that," Sissie replied seriously. "What I do know is that now I can find a hundred pounds, I have a ripping chance of taking over a studio--at least part of one; and it"s got quite a big connection already,--in fact pupils are being turned away."
"And this is all you can think of!" protested Mr. Prohack with melancholy. "We are living on the edge of a volcano--the country is, I mean--and your share in the country"s work is to teach the citizens to dance!"
"Well," said Sissie. "They"ll dance anyhow, and so they may as well learn to dance properly. And what else can I do? Have you had me taught to do anything else? You and mother have brought me up to be perfectly useless except as the wife of a rich man. That"s what you"ve done, and you can"t deny it."
"Once," said Mr. Prohack. "You very n.o.bly drove a van."
"Yes, I did. But no thanks to you and mother. Why, I had even to learn to drive in secret, lest you should stop me! And I can tell you one thing--if I was to start driving a van now I should probably get mobbed in the streets. All the men have a horrid grudge against us girls who did their work in the war. If we want to get a job in these days we jolly well have to conceal the fact that we were in the W.A.A.C. or in anything at all during the war. They won"t look at us if they find out that. Our reward! However, I don"t want to drive a van. I want to teach dancing. It"s not so dirty and it pays better. And if people feel like dancing, why shouldn"t they dance? Come now, dad, be reasonable."
"That"s asking a lot from any human being, and especially from a parent."
"Well, have you got any argument against what I say?"
"I prefer not to argue."
"That"s because you can"t."
"It is. It is. But what is this wonderful chance you"ve got?"
"It"s that studio where Charlie and I went last night, at Putney."
"At _Putney_?"
"Well, why not Putney? They have a gala night every other week, you know. It belongs to Viola Ridle. Viola"s going to get married and live in Edinburgh, and she"s selling it. And Eliza asked me if I"d join her in taking it over. Eliza telephoned me about it to-night, and so I rushed across the Park to see her. But Viola"s asking a hundred pounds premium and a hundred for the fittings, and very cheap it is too. In fact Viola"s a fool, _I_ think, but then she"s fond of Eliza."
"Now, Eliza? Is that Eliza Brating, or am I getting mixed up?"
"Yes, it"s Eliza Brating."
"Ah!"
"You needn"t be so stuffy, dad, because her father"s only a second-division clerk at the Treasury."
"Oh, I"m not. It was only this morning that I was saying to Mr. Hunter that we must always remember that second-division clerks are also G.o.d"s creatures."
"Father, you"re disgusting."
"Don"t say that, my child. At my age one needs encouragement, not abuse.
And I"m glad to be able to tell you that there is no longer any necessity either for you to earn money or to pinch and sc.r.a.pe.
Satisfactory arrangements have been made...."
"Really? Well, that"s splendid. But of course it won"t make any difference to me. There may be no necessity so far as you"re concerned.
But there"s my inward necessity. I"ve got to be independent. It wouldn"t make any difference if you had an income of ten thousand a year."
Mr. Prohack blenched guiltily.
"Er--er--what was I going to say? Oh, yes,--where"s this Eliza of yours got her hundred pounds from?"
"I don"t know. It"s no business of mine."
"But do you insist--shall you--insist on introductions from your pupils?"
"Father, how you do chop about! No, naturally we shan"t insist on introductions."
"Then any man can come for lessons?"
"Certainly. Provided he wears evening-dress on gala nights, and pays the fees and behaves properly. Viola says some of them prefer afternoon lessons because they haven"t got any evening-dress."
"If I were you I shouldn"t rush at it," said Mr. Prohack.
"But we must rush at it--or lose it. And I"ve no intention of losing it.
Viola has to make her arrangements at once."
"I wonder what your mother will say when you ask her."
"I shan"t ask her. I shall tell her. n.o.body can decide this thing for me. I have to decide it for myself, and I"ve decided it. As for what mother says--" Sissie frowned and then smiled, "that"s your affair."
"My affair!" Mr. Prohack exclaimed in real alarm. "What on earth do you mean?"
"Well, you and she are so thick together. You"re got to live with her. I haven"t got to live with her."
"I ask you, what on earth _do_ you mean?"
"But surely you"ve understood, father, that I shall have to live at the studio. Somebody has to be on the spot, and there are two bedrooms. But of course you"ll be able to put all that right with mother, dad. You"ll do it for your own sake; but a bit for mine, too." She giggled nervously, ran round the table and kissed her parent. "I"m frightfully obliged for the fifty pounds," she said. "You and the mater will be fearfully happy together soon if Charlie doesn"t come back. Ta-ta! I must be off now."
"Where?"