""All"s well that ends well,"" quoted Henry.
"I"m fair relieved to get that load orf my mind," supplemented Elizabeth.
"Mama, dear," put in The Kid, glad, no doubt, that at last she was able to please, "I think that now I really can _be_----"
"It doesn"t matter now, darling," I explained. "You"d better lie perfectly still and let it pa.s.s off."
"Must I, Mama?"
We all moved towards the door. The relief from the strain was apparent in our joyous faces and lightened mien. We sang out "Good-night" to The Kid, and went out laughing and chatting. Half-way down the stairs we heard her calling.
"Mama, dear."
"What is it?" we all asked in chorus.
"Please may I have my custard _now_?"
CHAPTER IX
_Being an extract from the diary of Miss Marion Warrington: Thursday_.
A most remarkable and perplexing thing has happened. Never, for a moment, could I have dreamed of such an improbable and embarra.s.sing occurrence.
It was Elizabeth who first brought it to my notice, and I can only wish she had never made that strange discovery which is causing me so much uneasiness. I was spending the day with Netta, and had gone into the kitchen for a moment, when Elizabeth asked if she might speak to me in confidence. This rather surprised me, because she does not, as a rule, show such diffidence about speaking (in confidence or otherwise) to any one.
"Is it anything very important?" I inquired.
She seemed to hesitate and then jerked out, "Well, miss, it"s about that there Mr. Roarings."
I at once felt rather troubled on Netta"s account. Perhaps Elizabeth was on the verge of giving notice as a protest against the extra work involved by having that monstrously untidy man about the place. Why Netta tolerates him with his slovenly habits is beyond my comprehension.
"What has he been doing now?" I asked. "Surely he hasn"t started another invention?" I never before realized what a thoroughly untidy, disordered business inventing could be until I saw him at it.
"Oh, no, miss, nothin" like that, only--only--well, it was what I see when "e was standin" in the droring-room the other day, an" I was just at the door----"
"I quite understand, Elizabeth. He has burnt a hole in that beautiful pile carpet."
"No, miss, he----"
"Then he has scorched the rose silk tapestry on the couch!" It is my opinion that he should not be allowed in the drawing-room at all. He isn"t safe with a pipe in his mouth or a box of matches in his pocket.
Henry ought to take out a special insurance against Mr. Rawlings.
"No, it"s nothin" like that, miss. As I was sayin", "e was standin" in the droring-room. The door was wide open. I was just goin" in to dust an" then I sees that "e"s "oldin" your photo in "is "ands, that big one in the silver frame. "E was starin" at it wild-like, and a-mutterin"
to "isself. I "eard "im say, quite distinct, "Oh, Marryun, Marryun, my beautiful darlin", "ow I adore you," ses e. "I"m not "arf mad about you." An" then "e starts kissin" the photo until I thinks "e"ll crack the glarss of the frame with "is pa.s.sion and "ot breath."
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""E was starin" at it wild-like."]
I stared at her, scarcely able to believe the evidence of my own ears.
Then, remembering that she is a girl greatly given to a maudlin kind of sentiment, I was rea.s.sured. "You have been mistaken," I said with quiet dignity. "Mr. Rawlings is incapable of such a display as you have just described. If, as you say, he was holding my photo in his hand, it was, no doubt, for the purpose of using it as an ash-tray."
"Never seen "im use an ash-tray," commented Elizabeth.
"Being in the drawing-room he might, for once, have had some qualms about the carpet," I explained. Under his rugged exterior he may have a conscience. I rather doubt it myself, but one should never judge too harshly.
"Arter "earing "im say that," went on Elizabeth, "I didn"t like to let "im see I"d been in the room all the time, an" I was just goin" to creep out quiet when "e starts talkin" to the photo again. "Marryun,"
"e ses, "if I carn"t "ave you I"ll go away in the wilderness, or be an "ermit in a cave, or go an" live in Tibbet, or give away every farthin"
I"ve got in the world." That"s wot "e sed, an" "e looked so wild I was fair scared, miss."
I stared at Elizabeth, quite unable to speak a word. The whole thing sounded so wildly improbable and yet she was obviously speaking the truth. She is, I should say, a girl of no imagination and, being entirely artless, could not possibly have invented such a thing. At last I found my voice, which sounded rather hollow. "What a terrible thing," I said.
"Why terrible?" she inquired.
Poor, simple girl, with her primitive views of life, how little she understood the delicate situation that had been created, or the significance of the words she had just repeated to me.
"I detest the idea of inflicting pain even on an animal," I replied, "and if, as you say, Mr. Rawlings appeared to be suffering on my account----"
""E was--agonies," she put in.
"Well, is not the whole position dreadful? Mr. Rawlings is the last, the very last man, Elizabeth, in the whole world that I should think of in the way you mention."
I could not repress a sigh as I spoke. How peculiar is the irony of fate. Why should I deny (particularly in this, my diary, which contains the outpourings of my soul) that I have often wished to win the love of some good strong man who could protect me in the battle of life and be willing, as it were, like the knights of old, to enter the lists for my sake. This I could in no way imagine Mr. Rawlings doing.
My conception of the hero of my dreams may have varied from time to time, but never has it included even the smallest of the characteristics of William Rawlings. He reminds me of nothing so much as the very s.h.a.ggiest bear I have ever seen at the Zoo--not even a nice white Polar bear, but one of those nondescript, snuff-coloured kinds that are all ragged ends from top to toe. That a man with such a rough exterior could be capable of such sickening sentimentality as Elizabeth had just described quite nauseated me. It made me dislike him more, if possible, than I had done before.
"Remember, Elizabeth," I said, looking at her steadily, "you must not repeat a word of this to any one. Mr. Rawlings must never know that he has been discovered in this----"
"Well, "e knows that _I_ know," she interrupted.
I stared. "What do you mean?"
"You see, me bein" in the room when "e was a-kissin" of your fotograft, "e looks up an" sees me afore I could get away, quiet, like. "Good lor", Elizabeth," "e breaks out, "you don"t mean to tell me that you sor everything, that you "eard my "eart strings burstin" in a manner of speakin"."
""I"m afraid I did, sir," ses I, "I was just comin" in to dust an" your sighs bein" rather loud, I couldn"t "elp overhearing."
""Listen," "e ses, goin" ashy pale, "you must never tell "er. I will win "er in my own way," "e ses. "In the meantime, "ere is ten shillings, my good girl. Will you put in a word for me with Miss Worryington from time to time? She may not like me just yet, but I"ll make "er mine or blow my brains out."
""I shouldn"t do that, sir, if I was you," I ses, "leastways not yet until you see "ow things turns out, like."
""I"m goin" to lead a better life," "e goes on, "an" stop puttin" baccy ash in my pocket, an" dustin" my boots with my handkercher, an" all those little things that a gentle woman might find careless.""
"Elizabeth," I put in weakly, "this is terrible. I do not want Mr.
Rawlings to make any sacrifices for me. I do not want Mr. Rawlings.
Nothing in the world would make me consider his suit."
""Is suit"s all right if it were well brushed an" pressed," she said.
"An if "e isn"t quite a fancy style "isself we can"t all pick an"
choose in this world. Don"t go despisin" of "im too much, miss. If "e was properly done up, now, and sort o" dusted an" polished, like, "e mightn"t be so bad."