"They"ll be no bother, you old crosspatch. Bertram will be at school all day, and I suppose that Maud or Elsa will always be available to take Viola to her dancing-lessons. You remember the dancing-lessons you arranged for?"
"I remember that I accepted the arrangement," said John.
"Well, she"s getting on divinely, and it would be a shame to interrupt them just now, especially as she"s in the middle of a Spanish series.
Her _cachucha_ is ..." Eleanor could only blow a kiss to express what Viola"s _cachucha_ was. "But then, of course, I had a Spanish grandmother."
When John regarded her barbaric personality he could have credited her with being the granddaughter of a cannibal queen.
"So I thought that her governess could come here every morning just as easily as to Earl"s Court. In fact, it will be more convenient, or at any rate, equally convenient for her, because she lives at Kilburn."
"I dare say it will be equally convenient for the governess," said John, sardonically.
"And I thought," Eleanor continued, "that it would be a good opportunity for Viola to have French lessons every afternoon. You won"t want to have her all the time with you, and the French governess can give the children their tea. That will be good for Bertram"s accent."
"I don"t doubt that it will be superb for Bertram"s accent, but I absolutely decline to have a French governess bobbing in and out of my house. It"s bound to make trouble with the servants who always think that French governesses are designing and licentious, and I don"t want to create a false impression."
"Well, aren"t you an old prude? Who would ever think that you had any sort of connection with the stage? By the way, you haven"t told me if there"ll be anything for me in your next."
"Well, at present the subject of my next play is a secret ... and as for the cast...."
John was so nearly on the verge of offering Eleanor the part of Mary of Anjou, for which she would be as suitable as a giraffe, that in order to effect an immediate diversion he asked her when the children were to arrive.
"Let me see, to-day"s Sat.u.r.day. To-morrow I go down to Bristol, where we open. They"d better come to-night, because to-morrow being Sunday they"ll have no lessons, which will give them time to settle down.
Georgie will be glad to know they"re with you."
"I"ve no doubt he"ll be enchanted," John agreed.
The bell sounded for lunch, and they went downstairs.
"I"ve got to be back at the theater by two," Eleanor announced, looking at the horridly distorted watch upon her wrist. "I wonder if we mightn"t ask Maud to open half-a-bottle of champagne? I"m dreadfully tired."
John ordered a bottle to be opened; he felt rather tired himself.
"Let us be quite clear about this arrangement," he began, when after three gla.s.ses of wine he felt less appalled by the prospect, and had concluded that after all Bertram and Viola would not together be as bad as Laurence with his play, not to mention Harold with his spectacles and entomology, his interrogativeness and his greed. "The English governess will arrive every morning for Viola. What is her name?"
"Miss Coldwell."
"Miss Coldwell then will be responsible for Viola all the morning. The French governess is canceled, and I shall come to an arrangement with Miss Coldwell by which she will add to her salary by undertaking all responsibility for Viola until Viola is in bed. Bertram will go to school, and I shall rely upon Miss Coldwell to keep an eye on his behavior at home."
"And don"t forget the dancing-lessons."
"No, I had Madame What"s-her-name"s account last week."
"I mean, don"t forget to arrange for Viola to go."
"That pilgrimage will, I hope, form a part of what Miss Coldwell would probably call "extras." And after all perhaps George will soon be fit."
"The poor old boy has been awfully seedy all the summer."
"What"s he suffering from? Infantile paralysis?"
"It"s all very well for you to joke about it, but you don"t live in a wretched boarding-house in Earl"s Court. You mustn"t let success spoil you, John. It"s so easy when everything comes your way to forget the less fortunate people. Look at me. I"m thirty-four, you know."
"Are you really? I should never have thought it."
"I don"t mind your laughing at me, you old crab. But I don"t like you to laugh at Georgie."
"I never do," John said. "I don"t suppose that there"s anybody alive who takes George as seriously as I do."
Eleanor brushed away a tear and said she must get back to the rehearsal.
When she was gone John felt that he had been unkind, and he reproached himself for letting Laurence make him cynical.
"The fact is," he told himself, "that ever since I heard Doris Hamilton make that remark in the saloon of the _Murmania_, I"ve become suspicious of my family. She began it, and then by ill luck I was thrown too much with Laurence, who clinched it. Eleanor is right: I _am_ letting myself be spoilt by success. After all, there"s no reason why those two children shouldn"t come here. _They_ won"t be writing plays about apostles. I"ll send George a box of cigars to show that I didn"t mean to sneer at him. And why didn"t I offer to pay for Eleanor"s taxi? Yes, I am getting spoilt. I must watch myself. And I ought not to have joked about Eleanor"s age."
Luckily his sister-in-law had finished the champagne, for if John had drunk another gla.s.s he might have offered her the part of the Maid herself.
The actual arrival of Bertram and Viola pa.s.sed off more successfully.
They were both presentable, and John was almost flattered when Mrs.
Worfolk commented on their likeness to him, remembering what a nightmare it had always seemed when Hilda used to excavate points of resemblance between him and Harold. Mrs. Worfolk herself was so much pleased to have him back from Ambles that she was in the best of good humours, and even the statuesque Maud flushed with life like some Galatea.
"I think Maud"s a darling, don"t you, Uncle John?" exclaimed Viola.
"We all appreciate Maud"s--er--capabilities," John hemmed.
He felt that it was a silly answer, but inasmuch as Maud was present at the time he could not, either for his sake or for hers give an unconditional affirmative.
"I swopped four blood-allys for an Indian in the break," Bertram announced.
"With an Indian, my boy, I suppose you mean."
"No, I don"t. I mean for an Indian--an Indian marble. And I swopped four Guatemalas for two Nicaraguas."
"You ought to be at the Foreign Office."
"But the ripping thing is, Uncle John, that two of the Guatemalas are fudges."
"Such a doubtful coup would not debar you from a diplomatic career."
"And I say, what is the Foreign Office? We"ve got a French chap in my cla.s.s."
"You ask for an explanation of the Foreign Office. That, my boy, might puzzle the omniscience of the Creator."
"I say, I don"t twig very well what you"re talking about."
"The attributes of the Foreign Office, my boy, are rigidity where there should be suppleness, weakness where there should be firmness, and for intelligence the subst.i.tution of hair brushed back from the forehead."
"I say, you"re ragging me, aren"t you? No, really, what is the Foreign Office?"