Marion smiled. "You surely don"t think there"s anything like that between them?"
"He"s drifting that way if some one doesn"t stop him."
Again Marion smiled. "I tell you it"s impossible. He couldn"t have got over his pa.s.sion for me so quickly."
"His pa.s.sion for you," I echoed. "My dear, what do you mean?"
Marion then laid down her sewing and began to speak. I listened amazed, unable at first to credit what she was saying, though gradually I began to understand many things which had hitherto been obscure.
"It"s wonderful to think of his having loved you secretly all this time," I marvelled; "yet why should he take Elizabeth into his confidence rather than myself? And why didn"t you tell me all this before--it would have made things so much simpler."
"At first, not being aware how handsome he could be made, I did not care for him and----"
"Do you mean, then, that you no longer dislike him, Marion?"
"On the contrary, dear, I have begun to regard him with--with feelings of warmth."
"Then all goes well, it seems. Now I shall go and speak to Elizabeth about the affair."
I thought Elizabeth seemed a little uneasy under my questioning, but she reiterated many times: "I tell you "e isn"t "arf gone on Miss Marryun--fair mad about "er "e is, but "e told me not to breathe a word about it to a soul."
"Well, he"s mad about some one else now," I interposed.
Elizabeth looked unduly startled. "Oo with? Don"t say it"s that there Miss "Arringay "oo wos a-settin" "er cap so "ard at "im the other night?"
I was a little taken aback. "Yes, that"s about it," I confessed.
"Well, upon my soul, the sorcy baggage," burst out Elizabeth with unexpected wrath, "such imperence after me workin" an" plannin" the way I "ave. But she shan"t "ave "im. Look "ere, "m, Miss Marryun is just the one fer "im. Can"t it be brought off like?"
I pondered. "I"ll do my best, Elizabeth. If, as you say, he has formed such a strong attachment to Miss Marion, I should like to see them both happy. You say he was particularly anxious to have her photograph?"
I almost imagined at that moment Elizabeth avoided my eye. "Very pertickler," she retorted in a m.u.f.fled voice.
"Very well, then. I, myself, will restore the photo he replaced. It will be the first step to an understanding between them."
I left the kitchen smiling complacently, feeling that my latest matrimonial scheme for Marion was going to be the easiest I had ever attempted.
Alas! I was reckoning, as the saying is, without my host. The host in this case was Gladys.
CHAPTER XVII
Everything went wrong with my plans from the first. For instance, Marion, the central figure in the plot, went away suddenly to nurse a sick great-aunt. William now became so engrossed with Gladys that he talked of very little else. Thus Henry and I would have avoided him at this stage, if possible; it was not possible, however, to avoid him.
We saw more of him than ever. I will explain why.
William was one of those lovers who are terrified of being over-bold or too confident, lest by their presumption they might alarm the timid object of their affections. He needn"t have been afraid of wooing Gladys. She flung herself at his head rather obviously, but he seemed so obtuse she must have found him irritating at times. Thus, instead of calling upon her or asking her to meet him by appointment, or arranging an evening at the theatre and otherwise behaving in a sensible manner, he hung about her house, endeavouring to come upon her "by chance." Further, having met her at our place he seemed to be under the impression that she was one of my closest friends, and came to see me every day, judging by the times he "dropped in" in the obvious antic.i.p.ation of meeting her. Not finding his quarry, he talked about her to Henry, though I must admit his audience was not always sympathetic.
"I don"t believe in interfering in these things," remarked Henry, one evening, when we were alone, "but, frankly, I should be really sorry to see good old William throw himself away on that frivolous, stupid little Gladys. They"d be desperately unhappy after being married a week. Couldn"t something be said to them, do you think--a hint thrown out from time to time?"
"Throwing hints--or anything else--wouldn"t be of the slightest use, Henry. Have you ever met a person in love who would listen to sound advice of the sort? If you want to know how to get yourself intensely unpopular--with two people at least--try intervening in what you consider an unsuitable love match."
I spoke with feeling, for I had once been implored to use my influence to part a couple who were, to all appearances, acutely incompatible.
The job was distasteful to me, and I only undertook it because there is a strain of philanthropy in my nature (though that isn"t what the incompatibles called it). My intervention had no effect, of course.
They are now married--and quite happy--and neither of them will speak to me any more.
Henry continued to look disturbed. "If he only knew Gladys," he said, "but as things are going at present I"m afraid he"ll propose before his eyes are opened."
I felt troubled. For a day or two I pondered on the distressing affair, but I was resolutely determined not to intervene. Then it was the idea occurred to me. To be frank, it was Elizabeth who actually inspired it. I was giving orders for dinner and was suggesting apple turnovers for a sweet, when she blandly remarked, "Talkin" o"
turnovers, Mr. Roarings is dead gone on that there Miss "Arringay now, I "ear."
"Your hearing does seem unusually good," I said coldly. Certainly, I had never mentioned the subject to any one but Henry. It was a surprise to discover that I had, at the same time, been mentioning it to Elizabeth as well.
"Nice wife she"d make him," continued the irrepressible Elizabeth, "a flipperty-flapperty piece o" goods like "er."
"We will have cheese straws after the sweet, Elizabeth," I said in tones of chill rebuke.
"Right-o, "m. Well, wot are you goin" to _do_ about it?"
"Do about what?"
"Mr. Roarings an" Miss "Arringay. "E isn"t "er style as any one could see with "arf an eye, but "e"s fair blinded just now. Wot an eye-opener it"d be if "e got to know "er proper--met "er frequent, so to speak."
"I"m afraid I don"t quite understand."
"Well, "ere"s a case in point. My sister-in-law"s brother--nice young chap "e was too--fell in with a girl that wasn"t the right one fer "im--no clarss like,--but "e wouldn"t "ear a word agen "er. So my sister-in-law thinks of a plan. She arsks both "er brother an" the young woman "e was courtin" to go and spend their "olidays with "er at the seaside. Which they did an"--bless yer--wot with seein" "er every day an" gettin" to know "er too well "e soon got sick o" "er. Why, "e"d given "er a black eye afore the week was out. Now if Mr. Roarings and Miss "Arringay met frequent like that----"
"Elizabeth," I interposed, "mind your own business"; and I went out of the kitchen with dignity.
Nevertheless, I was compelled to admit that she had given me an inspiration. That girl, under a rough and unpromising exterior, has fecundity of ideas which astonishes me. Had she been in a higher cla.s.s in life--or even able to spell--she might have been a regular contributor to the Sunday papers.
"Henry," I said, hurrying into the study. "I have got a solution regarding William"s entanglement. I am going to invite Gladys to spend a week here with us."
"How can that help? I don"t quite see----"
"My dear a.s.s, the idea isn"t a novel one, but in this case it"s excellent. I"ll write her a note on the instant and ask her if she"ll come, giving as a pretext that I"m feeling lonely in Marion"s absence."
"But why this hurry? Hadn"t you better think it over first?"
"If I pause to think it over, Henry, I know I shall decide that I can"t tolerate Gladys for an entire week. As it is, I expect she"ll drive me stark mad. No, no, let me write while I am in my present frenzy of philanthropy?"
"I suppose," he reflected, "William will practically spend the week here, too, when he knows Gladys is coming."
"Exactly. What about it?"
"I"m thinking of my work," he grumbled. "Two people being disillusioned under one roof are sure to create interruptions."