"That"s all right. Whatever I may do in the future," said young Horace magnificently, "I"ve got to give him his punishment _now_."
Ralph laughed. Young Horace was as big an egoist as his father, but with these differences: his blood was hot instead of cold, he had his mother"s humour, and he was not a fool. Ralph wondered how he would have felt if he had realized Mrs. Levitt"s part in the Ballinger affair.
3
Mr. Waddington remained standing on his platform. They were coming round him now, grasping him by the hand, congratulating him: Sir John Corbett, the Rector, Major Markham of Wyck Wold and Mr. Hawtrey of Medlicott.
"Capital speech, Waddington, capital."
"Best speech made in the Town Hall since they built it."
"Splendid. You landed them one every time."
"No wonder you drew them down on to you."
"That was a disgraceful business," said Sir John. "Disgraceful."
"Nothing of the sort ever happened in Wyck before," said the Rector.
"n.o.body ever made a speech like Waddington"s before," said Major Markham of Wyck Wold.
"Oh, you always get a row if you drag in politics," Mr. Hawtrey said.
"I don"t know," said Sir John. "That was a put-up job between Hitchin and Grainger."
"Struck me it had every appearance of a spontaneous outburst," Major Markham said.
"I"ve no doubt the rowdy element was brought in from the outside," said the Rector. "Hardly one of Hitchin"s workpeople is a Wyck man. Otherwise I should have to apologize to Waddington for my parishioners."
"You needn"t. There was nothing personal to me in it. Nothing personal at all. Even Hitchin wouldn"t have had the impudence to oppose me on my own platform. It was the League they were going for. Bit too big for "em. If you come out with a large, important thing like that there"s sure to be some opposition just at first till it gets hold of "em."
"Glad you can see it that way," said Sir John.
"My dear fellow, that"s the way to see it. It"s the right way; the big impersonal way."
"You"ve taken it in the proper spirit, Waddington," said the Rector.
"None of those fellows meant any real harm. All good fellows.... By the way, is it true that the Ballingers have moved to Lower Wyck?"
"I believe so."
"Dear me, what on earth possessed them?"
"Some fad of Ballinger"s, I fancy."
"That reminds me, I must go and see Mrs. Ballinger."
"You won"t find them there, sir. They"ve moved again to her father"s at Medlicott."
"You don"t say so. I wonder now what they"ve done that for."
"They complained of the house being damp for one thing. If it was, that was. .h.i.tchin"s fault, not mine."
Was everybody in a plot to badger him about those wretched Ballingers?
He was getting sick of it. And he wanted to speak a word to Mrs. Levitt.
Mrs. Levitt had come up in the tail of the procession. She had given in her name and her subscription to Barbara Madden; but she lingered, waiting no doubt for a word with him. If only Corbett and the rest of them would go.
"Of course. Of course it was. .h.i.tchin"s fault," said the Rector, with imperishable geniality. "Well.... Good night, Waddington, and thank you for a most--a most stimulating evening."
They had gone now, all but Sir John and Lady Corbett. (He could hear her talking to f.a.n.n.y at the back of the platform.) Mrs. Levitt was gathering her scarf round her; in another minute she would be gone. And Corbett wouldn"t go.
"I say, Waddington, that"s a splendid young cub of yours. See him go over the top? He"d have taken them all on. Licked "em, too, I shouldn"t wonder."
Mr. Waddington resented this diversion of the stream of admiration. And he was acutely aware of Mrs. Levitt standing there, detached but waiting.
"Was I really all right, Corbett?" He wasn"t satisfied with his speech.
If only he could remember what he had left out of it.
"Absolutely, my dear chap. Absolutely top-hole. You ought to make that boy a soldier."
He wished that young Horace could be a soldier at that moment, stationed in a remote part of the Empire, without any likelihood of leave for the next five years. He wanted--he wanted intolerably to speak to Mrs.
Levitt, to spread himself voluptuously in her rejuvenating smile.
Sir John retreated before his manifest indifference. He could hear him at the back of the platform, congratulating f.a.n.n.y.
Mrs. Levitt advanced towards him.
"At last," she said, "I may add my congratulations. That speech was magnificent."
"Nothing, my dear lady, nothing but a little necessary plain speaking."
"Oh, but you were wonderful. You carried us off our feet."
"I hope," he said, "we"ve enrolled you as a member?" (He knew they had.)
"Of course I"m enrolled. And I"ve paid in my poor little guinea to that delightful Miss Madden."
"Ah, that is _too_ good of you."
It was. The amount of the subscription was purely a matter of individual fancy.
"It"s the least I could do in such a splendid cause."
"Well, dear Mrs. Levitt, we"re delighted to have you with us.
Delighted."
There was a pause. He was looking down at her from the height of his six feet. The faint, sweet scent of orris root rose up from her warm skin.
She was very attractive, dressed in a low-necked gown of that dull, satiny stuff women were wearing now. A thin band of white net was stretched across the top of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s; through it he could see the shadowy, arrow-headed groove between; her pendant--pearl bistre and paste--pointed, pointed down to it.