Harrington.
A few minutes later Mrs. Fairfax left the telephone and went down to the kitchen to explain to Emma and Veronica, the maids, that there would be a luncheon for eight ladies served by a caterer, in her home, that day, and that they must simply a.s.sist him. She herself must be in town unfortunately, but Mrs. Harrington had very kindly offered to come over and be hostess and play the eighth hand of bridge afterward. Emma and Veronica, perhaps more hardened to these emergencies than are ordinary maids, rose to the occasion, and Susanna hurried off to her train satisfied that as far as the actual luncheon was concerned, all would go well. But what the seven women would think was another story!
"I don"t suppose Mrs. Thayer wants to do so very much shopping," said Susanna to herself, hurrying along. "If I meet her at eleven and we lunch at one, say, I don"t see why I shouldn"t get the one-fifty train home. I"d get here before the girls had fairly started playing bridge, and explain--somehow one can always explain things so much better in person--"
"Or suppose we lunched at half-past twelve," her uneasy thoughts ran on. "That gives us an hour and a half to shop--that ought to be plenty.
But we mustn"t lose a minute getting started! Mrs. Thayer will come up in her motor--that will save us time. We can start right off the instant I get to Jim"s office."
She stopped at the caterer"s for a brief but satisfactory interview.
The caterer was an artist, but his enthusiasms this morning were wasted upon Susanna.
"Yes, yes--cuc.u.mber sandwiches by all means," she a.s.sented hastily, "and the ices--just as you like! Plain, I think--or did you say in cases? I don"t care. Only don"t fail me, Mr. Ludovici."
Fail her? Mr. Ludovici"s lexicon did not know the word. Susanna breathed more freely as she crossed the sunny village street to the train.
The station platform was deserted and bare. Susanna, accustomed to a breathless late arrival, could saunter with delightful leisure to the ticket-seller"s window.
"You"ve not forgotten the new time-table?" said the agent, pleasantly, when they had exchanged greetings.
"Oh, does the change begin to-day?" Susanna looked blank.
"October sixteenth, winter schedule," he reminded her buoyantly. "Going to be lots of engagements missed to-day!"
"But mine is very important and I cannot miss it," said Susanna, displeased at his levity. "I MUST be in Mr. Fairfax"s office at eleven."
"You won"t be more than ten or twelve minutes late," said young Mr.
Green, consolingly. "You tell Mr. Fairfax it"s up to the N.Y. and E.W."
Susanna smiled perfunctorily, but took her place in the train with a sinking heart. She would be late, of course, and Jim would be angry, of course. Late to-day, when every minute counted and the programme allowed for not an instant"s delay! Her eyes on the flying countryside, she rehea.r.s.ed her part, found herself eloquently explaining to a pacified Jim, capturing a gracious Mrs. Thayer, successfully reaching home again, and explaining to an entirely amiable bridge club.
It could be done, of course, but it meant a pretty full day! Susanna"s mind reverted uneasily to the consideration that she had already bungled matters. Oh, well, if she was late, she was late, that was all; and if Jim was furious, why, Jim would simply have to be furious! And she began her explanations again--
After all, it was but fifteen minutes past eleven when she walked into her husband"s office. But neither Jim nor Mrs. Thayer was there.
"Mr. Fairfax went out not three minutes ago," said the pretty stenographer in the outer office. Susanna, brought to a full stop, stared at her blankly.
"Went out!"
"Yes, with Mrs. Thayer to the dentist. He said to say he was afraid you had missed your train. There"s a note."
The note was forthwith produced. Susanna read it frowningly. It was rather conspicuously headed "Eleven-twelve!"
DEAREST GIRL: Can"t wait any longer. Mrs. T. must see her dentist (Archibald). I"m taking her up. Thayers and we lunch at the Palace at one-thirty. Wait for me in my office. J. F.
"Oh, what is the matter with everything to-day!" Susanna burst out in exasperation. "He"s wild, of course. When does he ever sign himself "J.
F." to me! When did they go?" she asked Miss Perry, briefly, with an unreasonable wish that she might somehow hold that irreproachable young woman responsible.
"Just about three minutes ago," said Miss Perry. "He said that if you had missed your train, you wouldn"t be here for more than an hour, and it was no use waiting."
"You see, it was a changed time-table, and he forgot it just as I did,"
explained Susanna, pleased to find him fallible, even to that extent.
"But HE was on time," fenced Miss Perry, innocently.
"They don"t change the business trains," Susanna said coldly. And she decided that she disliked this girl. She opened a magazine and sat down by the open window.
The minutes ticked slowly by. The telephone rang, doors opened and shut, and men came and went through the office. Susanna, opposed in every fibre of her being to pa.s.sive waiting, suddenly rose.
"Dr. Archibald is in the First National Bank Building, isn"t he?" she inquired. "I think I"ll join Mrs. Thayer up there. There"s no use in my waiting here."
Miss Perry silently verified Dr. Archibald"s address in the telephone book, and to the First National Bank Building Susanna immediately made her way. It was growing warmer now and the streets seemed noisy and crowded, but no matter--"If I can only get to them and SEE Jim!"
thought Susanna.
In the pleasant shadiness of Dr. Archibald"s office, rising from a delightful mahogany arm-chair, Susanna presently asked if Mrs. Thayer could be told that Mrs. Fairfax was there.
"I think Mrs. Thayer is gone," said the attendant pleasantly. "I"m not sure, but I"ll see."
In a few minutes she returned to inform Mrs. Fairfax that Mrs. Thayer had just come in to have a bridge replaced, and was gone.
"You don"t know where?" Susanna"s voice was a trifle husky with repressed emotion. She realized that she was getting a headache.
No, the attendant didn"t know where.
So there was nothing for it but to go back to Jim"s office, and back Susanna accordingly went. She walked as fast as she could, conscious of every separate hot step, and was nervous and headachy when she entered Miss Perry"s presence again.
Mr. Fairfax and Mrs. Thayer had not come in; no, but Miss Perry reported that Mr. Fairfax had telephoned not ten minutes ago, and seemed very anxious to get hold of his wife.
"Oh, dear, dear!" lamented Susanna. "And where is he now?"
Miss Perry couldn"t say. "I wrote his message down," she said, with sympathetic amus.e.m.e.nt at Susanna"s crushed dismay. And, referring to her notes, she repeated it:
"Mr. Fairfax said that Mrs. Thayer had had an appointment to see a sick friend in a hospital this afternoon. But she has gone right out there now instead, so that you and she can go shopping after lunch. You are, please, to meet Mr. Fairfax and the Thayers at the Palace for luncheon at half-past one; there"ll be a table reserved. Mr. Fairfax has a little business to attend to just now, but if you don"t mind waiting in the office, he thinks it"s the coolest place you could be. He wanted to know if you had the whole afternoon free--"
"Oh, absolutely!" Susanna a.s.sented eagerly. This was not the time to speak or think of the bridge club.
"And that was all," finished Miss Perry, "except he said perhaps you would like to look at the plans of the orphanage. Mr. Fairfax got them out to show to Mr. Thayer this afternoon. I can get them for you."
"Oh, thank you! I do want to see them!" said Susanna, gratefully. And she established herself comfortably by the open window, the orphanage plans, a stiff roll of blue paper, in her lap, her idle eyes following the noonday traffic in the street below.
What a shame to have to sit here doing nothing, to-day of all days, for nearly two hours! Susanna thought. Why, she could have met her luncheon guests, seen that the meal was at least under way, apologized in person, and then started for town. As it was, they might be angry, and no wonder! And these were her neighbors and very good friends, after all, the women upon whose good feeling half the joy of her country home and garden depended. It was too bad!
She glanced at the blue-prints, but one of her sudden inspirations turned the page blank. What time was it? Ten minutes of twelve. She referred to her new timetable. Ten minutes of--why, she could just catch the noon train, rush home, meet her guests, explain, and come back easily on the one o"clock. But would it be wise? Why not?
Her thoughts in a jumble, Susanna hastily gathered her small possessions together, moved to a decision by the always imperative argument that in a few minutes it would be too late to decide.
"Heavens! I"m glad I thought of that!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, seating herself in the train as the noon whistles shrilled all over the city. A moment later she was a trifle disconcerted to find the orphanage plans still in her hand.
"Well, this is surely one of my crazy days!" Susanna strapped the stiff sheets firmly to her handbag. "I must not forget to take those back,"
she told herself. "Jim will ask for them the very first thing."