"I don"t mind the extravagance, because after all it"s good for trade,"
said Eve. "What I--"
"Mother darling!" Sissie protested. "Where do you get these extraordinary ideas from about luxury being good for trade? Surely you ought to know--"
"I daresay I ought to know all sorts of things I don"t know," said Eve with dignity. "But there"s one thing I do know, and that is that the style of those two dreadful people was absolutely the worst I"ve ever met. The way that woman gabbled--and all about herself; and what an accent, and the way she held her fork!"
"Lady," said Mr. Prohack. "Don"t be angry because she beat you."
"Beat me!"
"Yes. Beat you. Both of you. You talked her to a standstill at first; but you couldn"t keep it up. Then she began and she talked you to a standstill, and she could keep it up. She left you for all practical purposes dead on the field, my tigresses. And I"m very sorry for her,"
he added.
"Dad," said Sissie sternly. "Why do you always try to be so clever with us? You know as well as we do that she"s a _creature_, and that there"s nothing to be said for her at all."
"Nothing to be said for her!" Mr. Prohack smiled tolerantly. "Why she was the star of the universe for Silas Angmering, the founder of our fortunes. She was the finest woman he"d ever met. And Angmering was a clever fellow, let me tell you. You call her a creature. Yes, the creature of destiny, like all of us, except of course you. I beg to inform you that Miss Fancy went out of this hotel a victim, an unconscious victim, but a victim. She is going to be exploited. Mr.
Softly Bishop, my co-heir, will run her for all she is worth. He will make a lot of money out of her. He will make her work as she has never worked before. He will put a value on all her talents, for his own ends.
And he will deprive her of most of her accustomed pleasures. In fifteen years there"ll be nothing left of Miss Fancy except an exhausted wreck with a spurious reputation, but Mr. Softly Bishop will still be in his prime and in the full enjoyment of life, and he will spend on himself the riches that she has made for him and allow her about sixpence a week; and the most tragic and terrible thing of all is that she will think she owes everything to him! No! If I was capable of weeping, I should have wept at the pathos of the spectacle of Miss Fancy as she left us just now unconscious of her fate and revelling in the most absurd illusions. That poor defenceless woman, who has had the misfortune not to please you, is heading straight for a life-long martyrdom." Mr. Prohack ceased impressively.
"And serve her right!" said Eve. "I"ve met cats in my time, but--" And Eve also ceased.
"And I am not sure," added Mr. Prohack, still impressively. "And I am not sure that the ingenuous and excellent Oswald Morfey is not heading straight in the same direction." And he gazed at his adored daughter, who exhibited a faint flush, and then laughed lightly. "Yes," said Mr.
Prohack, "you are very smart, my girl. If you had shown violence you would have made a sad mistake. That you should laugh with such a brilliant imitation of naturalness gives me hopes of you. Let us seek Carthew and the car. Mr. Bishop"s luncheon, though I admit it was exceedingly painful, has, I trust, not been without its useful lessons to us, and I do not regret it. For myself I admit it has taught me that even the finest and most agreeable women, such as those with whom I have been careful to sourround myself in my domestic existence, are monsters of cruelty. Not that I care."
"I"ve arranged with mamma that you shall come to dinner to-night," said Sissie. "No formality, please."
"Mayn"t your mother wear her pearls?" asked Mr. Prohack.
"I hope you noticed, Arthur," said Eve with triumphant satisfaction, "how your Miss Fancy was careful to keep off the subject of jewels."
"Mother"s pearls," said Sissie primly, "are mother"s affair."
Mr. Prohack did not feel at all happy.
"And yet," he asked himself. "What have I done? I am perfectly innocent."
IV
"I never in all my life," said Sissie, "saw you eat so much, dad. And I think it"s a great compliment to my cooking. In fact I"m bursting with modest pride."
"Well," replied Mr. Prohack, who had undoubtedly eaten rather too much, "take it how you like. I do believe I could do with a bit more of this stuff that imitates an omelette but obviously isn"t one."
"Oh! But there isn"t any more!" said Sissie, somewhat dashed.
"No more! Good heavens! Then have you got some cheese, or anything of that sort?"
"No. I don"t keep cheese in the place. You see, the smell of it in these little flats--"
"Any bread? Anything at all?"
"I"m afraid we"ve finished up pretty nearly all there was, except Ozzie"s egg for breakfast to-morrow morning."
"This is serious," observed Mr. Prohack, tapping enquiringly the superficies of his digestive apparatus.
"Arthur!" cried Eve. "Why are you such a tease to-night? You"re only trying to make the child feel awkward. You know you"ve had quite enough.
And I"m sure it was all very cleverly cooked--considering. You"ll be ill in the middle of the night if you keep on, and then I shall have to get up and look after you, as usual." Eve had the air of defending her daughter, but something, some reserve in her voice, showed that she was defending, not her daughter, but merely and generally the whole race of house-wives against the whole race of consuming and hypercritical males; she was even defending the Eve who had provided much-criticised meals in the distant past. Such was her skill that she could do this while implying, so subtly yet so effectively, that Sissie, the wicked, shameless, mamma-scorning bride, was by no means forgiven in the secret heart of the mother.
"You are doubtless right, lady," Mr. Prohack agreed. "You always could judge better than I could myself when I had had enough, and what would be the ultimate consequences of my eating. And as for your lessons in manners, what an ill-bred lout I was before I met you, and what an impossible person I should have been had you not taken me in hand night and day for all these years! It isn"t that I"m worse than the average husband; it is merely that wives are the sole repositories of the civilising influence. Were it not for them we should still be tearing steaks to pieces with our fingers. I daresay I have eaten enough--anyhow I"ve had far more than anybody else--and even if I hadn"t, it would not be at all nice of me not to pretend that I hadn"t. And after all, if the worst comes to the worst, I can always have a slice of cold beef and a gla.s.s of beer when I get home, can"t I?"
Sissie, though blushing ever so little, maintained an excellent front.
She certainly looked dainty and charming,--more specifically so than she had ever looked; indeed, utterly the young bride. She was in morning dress, to comply with her own edict against formality, and also to mark her new, enthusiastic disapproval of the modern craze for luxurious display; but it was a delightful, if inexpensive, dress. She had taken considerable trouble over the family dinner, devising, concocting, cooking, and presiding over it from beginning to end, and being consistently bright, wise, able, and resourceful throughout--an apostle of chafing-dish cookery determined to prove that chafing-dish cookery combined efficiency, toothsomeness and economy to a degree never before known. And she had neatly pointed out more than once that waste was impossible under her system and that, servants being dispensed with, the great originating cause of waste had indeed been radically removed. She had not informed her guests of the precise cost in money of the unprecedentedly cheap and nourishing meal, but she had come near to doing so; and she would surely have indicated that there had been neither too much nor too little, but just amply sufficient, had not her absurd and contrarious father displayed a not uncharacteristic lack of tact at the closing stage of the ingenious collation.
Moreover, she seemed, despite her generous build, to have somehow fitted herself to the small size of the flat. She did not dwarf it, as clumsier women are apt to dwarf their tiny homes in the centre of London. On the contrary she gave to it the illusion of s.p.a.ciousness; and beyond question she had in a surprisingly short time transformed it from a bachelor"s flat into a conjugal nest, cushiony, flowery, knicknacky, and perilously seductive to the eye without being too rea.s.suring to the limbs.
Mr. Prohack was accepting a cigarette, having been told that Ozzie never smoked cigars, when there was a great ring which filled the entire flat as the last trump may be expected to fill the entire earth, and Mr.
Prohack dropped the cigarette, muttering:
"I think I"ll smoke that afterwards."
"Good gracious!" the flat mistress exclaimed. "I wonder who that can be.
Just go and see, Ozzie, darling." And she looked at Ozzie as if to say: "I hope it isn"t one of your indiscreet bachelor friends."
Ozzie hastened obediently out.
"It may be Charlie," ventured Eve. "Wouldn"t it be nice if he called?"
"Yes, wouldn"t it?" Sissie agreed. "I did "phone him up to try to get him to dinner, but naturally he was away for the day. He"s always as invisible as a millionaire nowadays. Besides I feel somehow this place would be too much, too humble, for the mighty Charles. Buckingham Palace would be more in his line. But we can"t all be speculators and profiteers."
"Sissie!" protested their mother mildly.
After mysterious and intriguing noises at the front-door had finished, and the front-door had made the whole flat vibrate to its bang, Ozzie puffed into the room with three packages, the two smaller being piled upon the third.
"They"re addressed to you," said Ozzie to his father-in-law.
"Did you give the man anything?" Sissie asked quickly.
"No, it was Carthew and the parlourmaid--Machin, is her name?"
"Oh!" said Sissie, apparently relieved.
"Now let us see," said Mr. Prohack, starting at once upon the packages.
"Don"t waste that string, dad," Sissie enjoined him anxiously.
"Eh? What do you say?" murmured Mr. Prohack, carefully cutting string on all sides of all packages, and tearing first-rate brown paper into useless strips. He produced from the packages four bottles of champagne of four different brands, a quant.i.ty of pate de foie gras, a jar of caviare, and several bunches of grapes that must have been grown under the most unnatural and costly conditions.