"What!" I exclaimed, "did they get me a waitress after all?"
She smirked. "They"ve sent a man this time. A footman "e was before the War, but "e didn"t take it up again arter "e was demobbed. Just now, bein" out of a job "e"s takin" tempory work and-----"
"He seems to have told you quite a lot about himself already," I interposed.
She smirked again. "I "adn"t been talkin" to "im ten minutes afore "e arsked me wot was my night out. "E isn"t arf a one."
"It seems he isn"t," I agreed. And I sent up a silent prayer of thankfulness to Heaven and the Domestic Bureau. "But what about the Amalgamated boilermaker?"
"Oh, "im!" She tossed her head. ""E can go to--Manchester."
CHAPTER XI
"Have you observed William closely, recently, Netta?" Henry asked me.
"Something seems to have happened to him?"
"Why should I observe William?" I demanded, puzzled, "he is not the sort of man a woman would observe, closely or otherwise."
"That is exactly one of the reasons why I like him--you leave him alone," remarked that horrid Henry. "I can talk to him without your distracting his attention by flirting with him."
I felt wounded. "Henry, this is monstrous."
"You cannot deny, my dear, that I have brought men--fluent conversationalists--round here for a pleasant evening"s debate only to see them become abstracted and monosyllabic directly you appear."
"You can"t blame me for that, Henry."
"Yes, I do. You deliberately seek to interest them. I"ve seen you at it. You spare no pains or powder to gain your object. Don"t dare to deny it."
Chastened, I replied meekly: "Dear Henry, I love my fellow-creatures--if they haven"t beards," I added hastily. "After all, doesn"t the Scripture command it?"
"But you don"t love William."
"The Scripture says nothing at all about William," I replied decidedly.
"I--er--tolerate him. What is this you tell me about something having happened to him?"
"He"s growing peculiar."
"_More_ peculiar, I suppose you mean?"
"His manner is erratic and changed. It isn"t another invention, because when he is inventing he is merely monosyllabic, with spasms of muttering and an increased tendency to knock things over. Now he"s altogether different. It"s the trend of his conversation that puzzles me. He talks of love."
"Love and William," I remarked, "are as incompatible as acids and alkalis. In what way does he touch on the subject? With bitterness or curiosity?
"Both, I should say. For one thing he is most "anxious to know what are the effects of unrequited affection, and if the results can be serious. Seems strange, doesn"t it?"
"It"s pa.s.sing strange, Henry."
"You don"t think he"s fallen in love with you, Netta?"
"What makes you suggest he"s fallen in love with me?"
"Because he comes in contact with no other woman beyond you and his landlady, who, I understand, is over sixty and weighs fifteen stone--so it must be you if it"s anybody." (This is a Scotsman"s way of paying a compliment; if you can follow the workings of his mind up to the source of the idea you will see he means well.)
"That William should fall in love seems incredible--and entirely unnecessary," I commented. "There must be some other explanation of his manner. As he"s coming to dinner to-night, I"ll watch and see if I can find anything unusually strange about him."
When William made his appearance, therefore, I observed him intently.
Surely enough I was struck by the fact that he was changed in some subtle way. He looked dejected. Of course it was impossible to see much of his expression, owing to his face being almost entirely obliterated with hair, but what was visible was extremely sad.
Then a strange thing happened. As soon as we were alone he began to exhibit signs of acute mental distress, and to my astonishment burst out, "Mrs. Warrington, there is something I wanted to--er--ask you.
You are a woman for whom I have a profound respect; though you are inclined by character to be _un peu moqueuse_, you have, I feel, an exceedingly tender heart."
I felt uneasy. "Yes, William, it is tender--but not for everybody," I added warningly. Really, it was going to be very awkward if he, in his elephantine way, had conceived an infatuation for me. My conscience was perfectly clear--I had not encouraged him in any way, but nevertheless I did not wish to see him suffer from unrequited affection. It would be so awkward in many ways. William, even in his sane moods, has a dreadful habit of knocking things over. If the abstraction of the lover descended upon him, it was going to have a dire effect on our household goods.
"Because your heart is tender," he pursued, "you will be able to realize the difficulty of my--er--you can better understand the sufferings of others. Do you think an ill-placed affection can be combated--that is, in time, be utterly stamped out?"
"I do, William," I said firmly, "but it must be stamped effectively, you understand. No half measures, you know."
"Yes, yes, I quite see that," he said eagerly. "Then do you think in such a case it would help matters if a man--if one of the parties, I mean--went right away. You know the adage, "Out of sight out of mind"?"
I pondered. It would, I knew, be a great denial to William if he was debarred from coming about our place--almost the only home he had ever known. Henry, too, would be lost with no one to argue with. If you want to manage a Scotsman properly see that he gets plenty of argument, and he"ll rarely develop any other vice. No, the pair must not be separated.
"There is another adage, William, which says, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder,"" I said, "so I think, after all, you--I mean he, had better stay."
William looked relieved. "You think that I--er--I mean one--ought to face it?"
"I am sure one should," I acquiesced.
William pressed my hand gratefully, and I sighed as I examined his physiognomy in the hope of finding one attractive feature. I sighed again as I finished my inspection. What a pity, I thought, that he had not just a little dash about him, even the merest _soupcon_ of fascination, in order to make the situation interesting. He was still holding my hand as the door opened and Elizabeth shot into view with the declaration, "Dinner"s in."
We have a ma.s.sive and imposing looking gong erected in the hall for the sole purpose of announcing when meals are ready, but nothing will induce Elizabeth to make use of it. If we are upstairs she hails us from below with such expressions as "Come on, now, it"s getting cold,"
or, "I won"t bring it in till you"re all "ere, so mind you "urry."
If William had appeared strange, it struck me that Marion--who was also dining with us that evening--was even stranger. For one thing, I regret to say, she was exceedingly rude to William. She does not like him, I know, but he was after all our guest, and she was not justified in remarking, when he upset his wine on the tablecloth, and knocked over an adjacent salt-cellar, "If there"s anything in the world I loathe, it is a clumsy man."
"I must admit I _am_ extremely clumsy--like an elephant, in fact," came the soft answer from William.
It did not turn away Marion"s wrath. "So I see," she snapped.
I kicked her gently under the table. "Marion, _dear_," I remonstrated.
"Nothing in the world will ever improve me," continued William.
"I"m sure of it," replied Marion, "it"s in your system."
She seemed in a most contrary mood that evening. For instance, William had remarked quite nicely and affably that he considered smoking pernicious for women. He said his mother had always declared it was, and he thought they were better without it. Whereupon Marion, who dislikes the weed as a general rule, immediately got up, took a cigarette from the box on the table and asked William for a light.