With that several little men in greasy dress-coats, spotted shirts, and collars so low that you could see down their necks, sprang forward and bowed very humbly, like automata. "May I have the extreme honour of asking if it is her very high grace, Madame the Countess Dalmar and suite who felicitate our humble hotel with their presence?" inquired the fattest and spottiest in one long French breath.
Mamma drew herself up to her full height, which must be at least five feet three, heels included. I don"t know exactly what it is to bridle, but I"m sure she did it. She also moistened her lips and smiled with both dimples.
"Wee, wee, jay swee Countess Dalmar," she admitted, leaving her suite to account for itself.
"Then I have here a telegram for madame," went on the man, giving her a folded paper which, with an air, he drew forth from an unspeakable pocket.
Mamma looked important enough for a princess, at least, as she accepted (I can"t say took) the paper and opened it. "Oh, I might have known,"
she said, "it"s that one the Prince sent this morning. But isn"t it funny he telegraphs "Automobile in grand condition, took hills like bird, shall make slight detour for pleasure, but will reach Cuneo almost as soon as your party. Dalmar-Kalm." I don"t understand, do you?"
"I understand why the Prince was willing to be left behind at Tenda, and why he wanted to get to this hotel first, anyhow," said I; and Sir Ralph and I were laughing like mad when his belated Highness appeared on the scene. Seeing Mamma with the telegram in her hand, he explained volubly that it had been sent before he decided to save time and wear and tear by coming on the train; but he was red, and stammery, and Sir Ralph looked almost sympathetic, which made me wonder whether _all_ motor-men sometimes tell fibs.
After being received with so much appreciation, Mamma began to think that perhaps the hotel wasn"t so dreadful after all; and when Sir Ralph gave his opinion that it would prove as good as any other, she said that we would stay.
"I should be sorry to hurt the people"s feelings, as they seem such _nice_ men," she sighed. "But--I suppose it will only be for coffee?"
"I"m sorely afraid it will be for dinner to-night and breakfast to-morrow morning too," replied Sir Ralph. "It"s too bad that virtue such as ours should have such a reward. We did unto others as we would they should do unto us; and this is the consequence. Terry intends to work all night on the car, if he can get the mechanic to keep his shop going, and we may hope to start as early in the morning as you like."
"Perhaps Joseph may have mine ready to-night, in which case I can take the ladies on--" the Prince began, but Mamma was too overcome to hear him. Trying to look like a Countess at all costs, she allowed herself and us to be led, as lambs to the slaughter, up a flight of dirty stone stairs, to see the bedrooms.
"You will have our best, is it not, Madame la Comtesse?" inquired the man of the hotel, who seemed to be a cross between a manager and a head-waiter, and who swelled with politeness behind a shirt-front that resembled nothing so much as the ten of clubs. "Yes, I was sure of that, gracious madame. You and your suite may a.s.sure yourselves that you will be placed in our _chambres de luxe_."
With this announcement, he threw open a door, and stood salaaming that we might file in before him.
Mamma pitched forward down a step, shrieked, tottered, saved herself by clawing the air, while Maida and I both pitched after her, falling into fits of laughter.
It could n"t have been colder in the spotty man"s family vault, and I hope not as musty.
Maida flew to one of the two windows, set deep in the thickness of the wall, and darkened by the stone arcade outside. But apparently it was hermetically sealed, and so was the other which I attacked. The Ten of Clubs looked shocked when we implored him to open something--anything; and it was with reluctance that he unscrewed a window. "The ladies will be cold," he said. "It is not the weather for letting into the house the out of doors. We do that in the summer."
"Haven"t these windows been opened since then?" gasped Maida.
"But no mademoiselle. Not to my knowledge."
"Make him show us other rooms, quick," said Mamma, who can"t speak much more French than a cat, though she had a lesson from a handsome young gentleman every day at Cap Martin, at ten francs an hour.
"This is the only one that will accommodate the ladies," replied the Ten of Clubs. "The other that we have unoccupied must be for the gentlemen."
The idea of our two men and the Prince as room-mates was so excruciating that I suddenly felt equal to bearing any hardship; but Mamma hasn"t the same sense of humour I have, and she said that she knew she was sickening for something, probably small-pox.
"Three of us in this room all night!" she wailed. "We shall never leave the hotel alive."
At this juncture Sir Ralph appeared at the door, peeping gingerly in at us, and looking the picture of misery.
"I"m so sorry for everything," he said. "Terry"s down-stairs, and we both feel that we"re awful sweeps, though we hope you won"t think we are. He"s going to interview the other hotels and see if he can find anything better, so don"t decide till he comes back."
We three female waifs stood about and smelt things and imagined that we smelled still more things, while Sir Ralph exhausted himself in keeping up a conversation with the Ten of Clubs, as if all four of our lives depended upon it. The ordeal lasted only about ten minutes, though it seemed a year, and then Mr. Barrymore"s tall form loomed in the dark doorway.
"There"s nothing better," he announced desperately. "But you ladies can go on to Alessandria by train with Dalmar-Kalm, who"ll be only too happy to take you."
"What, and desert Mr. Automobile-Micawber?" I cut in. "Never! We"re none of us _infirm old women_, are we, Mamma, that we should mind roughing it, for once?"
"No-o," said Mamma. "It--I dare say it will be fun. And anyhow, we can have them make a fire here, so it will be less like picnicking in one"s own grave."
The very thought of a fire was cheering, and we trooped off to the _salle a manger_, where it was understood that the Prince had gone to order coffee. Mr. Barrymore wouldn"t stay, for he was anxious to get back to the motor, which he had left at a machinist"s, and deserted only long enough to come and give us news. The "shop" was to keep open all night, and he would work there, making a new cone. Joseph, it seemed, was to work all night in another shop, and both automobiles were to be ready in the morning.
"But you will be horribly tired, driving through the day and working through the night," said Maida. "I for one would rather stop here to-morrow."
"It"s nothing, thanks. I shall rather like it," replied the Chauffeulier. "Please don"t worry about me." Then he gave us a smile and was off.
The coffee was so good that our spirits rose. We decided to unpack what we needed, and then, by way of pa.s.sing the time before dinner, take a walk.
Strange to say, the Prince did not complain of his quarters, but, after we had for the second time refused his offer of an escort to Alessandria, became somewhat taciturn. We left him in the _salle a manger_, Mamma heading the procession of three which trailed to our room. Maida and I lingered behind for a moment, to play with our first Italian cat, until a wild cry of "Fire!" from Mamma took us after her with a rush. A cloud of wood smoke beat us back, but Maida pushed bravely in, got a window open again, and, after all, there was nothing more exciting than a smoky chimney.
Sir Ralph, hearing the clamour, flew to the rescue, poured water from the pitcher into the ricketty three-legged stove, upset a good deal on himself and on the cemented floor (which looked like a slab of frozen sausage), and finally succeeded in putting out the fire, though not until both beds were covered with blacks.
By this time the Ten of Clubs, the Nine, the Eight, and all the little cards of the pack were dancing about us in a state bordering on frenzy, but Maida and Sir Ralph together eventually evolved a kind of unlovely order out of chaos, and everybody was told off to perform some task or other: one to sweep, one to dust, one to change the bedding.
In self-defence we hurried off for our walk, leaving the unpacking for later, and Sir Ralph proposed that we should find the machine shop where the Chauffeulier was working.
We asked the way of a good many people, all of whom gave us different directions, and at last arrived at a building which looked as if it might be the right place. But there was Joseph pounding and mumbling to himself, and no Mr. Barrymore.
In common humanity we stopped for a few words, and Joseph mistook our inch of sympathy for an ell. Almost with tears he told us the history of his day, and choked with rage at the prospect of the long task before him. "What is it to His Highness that I lose a night"s sleep?" he demanded of a red-hot bar which he brandished at arm"s length. "Less than nothing, since he will sleep, believing that all will be ready for him in the morning. But his dreams would be less calm if he knew what I know."
"What do you know, Joseph?" asked Sir Ralph, edging nearer to the door.
"That the water-power will be shut off at eleven o"clock, the lathes will no longer turn, and I can do nothing more till to-morrow morning at six, which means that we will not get away till noon."
"By Jove, that"s a bad look-out for us, too," said Sir Ralph, when we had escaped from Joseph. "I suppose things will be the same at Terry"s place. What a den for you to be delayed in! But I"ve an idea the Prince means to sneak quietly off to Alessandria, and will expect Joseph to meet him there to-morrow morning. My prophetic soul divined as much from his thoughtful air as we discussed our quarters."
It was almost dark when we found the other machine shop, at the end of a long straight road with a brook running down it, and trees walking beside it, straight and tall. It was a wonderful, luminous kind of darkness, though, that hadn"t forgotten the sunset, and the white mountains were great banks of roses against a skyful of fading violets.
But the minute we stepped inside the machine shop, which was lighted up by the red fire of a forge, night seemed suddenly to fall like a black curtain, shutting down outside the open door and windows.
Two or three men were moving about the place, weedy little fellows; and Mr. Barrymore was like a giant among them, a splendid giant, handsomer than ever in a workman"s blouse of blue linen, open at the throat, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show muscles that rippled under the skin like waves on a river.
That was what I thought, at least; but Sir Ralph apparently differed with me, for he said, "You do look a sweep. Isn"t it about time you dropped work, and thought of making yourself respectable for dinner?
Judging by appearances, that will take you several hours."
"I"m going to have a sandwich and some wine of the country here,"
answered the giant in the blue blouse. "Awfully good of you all to come and call on me. Would you like to see the new cone, as far as it"s got?"
Of course we said "yes," and were shown a thing which looked as if it might be finished in ten minutes; but when Sir Ralph commented on it to that effect, Mr. Barrymore went into technical explanations concerning "cooling" and other details of which none of us understood anything except that it would be an "all night job."
"But you can"t work without the water-wheel, I suppose?" said Sir Ralph.
"And we"ve just heard from Joseph toiling away at a rival establishment, that the water is taken off at eleven."
"This water won"t be. I"m paying extra for it. As a great concession I"m to have it all night. Joseph could have got it, too, if he"d had a little forethought."
"Joseph and forethought! Never. And what is more, I don"t think he"d thank us for the information. He is rejoicing in the thought of an excuse for bed."