"Oh no, I don"t think so. There"s certainly never been the least sign of mooing in the garden. Besides, I"m sure Mrs. Easton would object to a calf. She even objects to dogs, as I had to tell James the other day when he came to see me _very_ early about signing some deed or other.
But what made you ask about a calf? Do you want one?"
"No, I don"t want one: I hate cows and calves. Bertram and Viola, however, are likely to want one next week."
"You"ve been spoiling them, old chap. They"d never dare ask me for a calf. Why, it"s preposterous. Yes, you"ve been spoiling them. Ah, well, you can afford it; that"s one thing."
"Yes, I dare say I have been spoiling them, George; but you"ll be able to correct that when they"re once again in your sole charge."
George looked doubtful.
"I"m very strict with them," he admitted. "I had to be after they lost the parrot and burned Mrs. Easton"s rug. It was most annoying."
"Yes, luckily I hadn"t got any suitable fur rugs," John chuckled. "So they actually burnt Mrs. Easton"s?"
"Yes, and--er--she was so much upset," George went on, "that she"s--well--the fact is, they _can"t_ come back, John, because she"s let their room."
"How much do you owe her?" John demanded.
"Oh, very little. I think only from last September. Well, you see, Eleanor was out of an engagement all the summer and had a wretched salary at the Parthenon while she was understudying--these actress-managers are awful harpies--do you know Janet Bond?"
"Yes, I"m writing a tragedy for her now."
"Make her pay, old boy, make her pay. That"s my advice. And I know the business side of the profession. But to come back to Mrs. Easton--I was really very angry with her, but you see, I"ve got my own room here and it"s uncommonly difficult to find a private room in a boarding-house, so I thought we"d stay on here till Eleanor"s tour was over. She intends to save three pounds a week, and if I have a little luck over the sticks this winter, we shall be quite straight with Mrs. Easton, and then the children will be able to come back in the New Year."
"How much do you owe her?" John demanded for the second time.
"Oh, I think it"s about twenty pounds--it may be a little more."
John knew how much the little more always was in George"s calculations, and rang the bell, which fetched his brother out of the armchair almost in a bound.
"Old boy, I never ring the bell here," he expostulated. "You see, I never consider that my private room is included in the attendance."
George moved nervously in the direction of the door to make his peace with whoever should answer the unwonted summons; but John firmly interposed himself and explained that he had rung for Mrs. Easton herself.
"Rung for Mrs. Easton?" George repeated in terrified amazement. "But she may come!"
"I hope she will," replied John, becoming more divinely calm every moment in the presence of his brother"s agitation.
A tangled head flung itself round the door like one of the minor characters in a Punch and Judy show.
"Jew ring?" it asked, hoa.r.s.ely.
"Please ask Mrs. Easton to come down to Mr. Touchwood"s sitting-room,"
said John, seriously.
The head sniffed and vanished.
"I wish you could realize, old chap, that in a boarding-house far more tact is required than anywhere else in the world," George muttered in melancholy apprehension. "An emba.s.sy isn"t in it with a boarding-house.
For instance, if I hadn"t got the most marvelous tact, I should never have kept this room. However," he added more cheerfully, "I don"t suppose for a moment that she"ll come--unless of course she thinks that the chimney is on fire. Dash it, John, I wish you could understand some of the difficulties of my life. That"s why I took up knitting. My nerves are all to pieces. If I were a rich man I should go for a long sea-voyage."
George fell into a silent brooding upon his misfortunes and ill-health and frustrated ambitions; John examined the stuffed fish upon the walls, which made him think of wet days upon the river and waiting drearily in hotel smoking-rooms for the weather to clear up. Then suddenly Mrs.
Easton filled the room. Positive details of this lady"s past were lacking, although the gossip of a long line of attenuated spinsters had evolved a rich apocrypha. It was generally accepted, however, that Halma House was founded partly upon settlements made in her favor long ago by a generous stockbroker and partly upon an insurance-policy taken out by her late husband Dr. Easton, almost on the vigil of his death, the only successful operation he ever performed. The mixed derivation of her prosperity was significantly set forth in her personal appearance: she either wore widow"s black and powdered her face with pink talc.u.m or she wore bright satins with plumed hats and let her nose shine: so that although she never looked perfectly respectable, on the other hand she never looked really fast.
"Good evening, ma"am," John began at once, a.s.suming an air of Grandisonian courtesy. "My brother is anxious to settle his account."
The clouds rolled away from Mrs. Easton"s brow; the old Eve glimmered for a moment in her fierce eye; if he had been alone with her, John would have thought that she was about to wink at him.
"I hear my nephew and niece have been taking liberties with your rug,"
he went on, but feeling that he might have expressed the last sentence better, he hurriedly blotted the check and with a bow handed it to the proprietress. "No doubt," he added, "you will overlook it this time? I am having a new rug sent to you immediately. What--er--skin do you prefer? Bear? I mean to say, the rug."
He tried to think of any other animal whose personality survived in rugs, but could think of none except a rabbit, and condemning the ambiguity of the English language waited in some embarra.s.sment for Mrs.
Easton to reply. She was by this time so surely convinced of John"s interest in her that she opened to him with a trilling flutter of complacency like a turkey"s tail.
"It happened to be a bearskin," she murmured. "But children will be children. We oughtn"t to forget that we were all children once, Mr.
Touchwood."
"So no doubt," John nervously continued, "you will be glad to see them when they come back to-night. Their room...."
"I shall give orders at once, Mr. Touchwood."
He wished that she would not harp upon the Mr. Touchwood; he seemed to detect in it a kind of reproachful formality; but he thanked her and hoped nervously she would now leave him to George.
"Oh dear me, why the girl hasn"t lit the fire," Mrs. Easton exclaimed, evidently searching for a gracious action.
George eying his brother with a glance between admiration and disquietude told his landlady that he thought the fire smoked a little.
"I shall have the chimney swept to-morrow," she answered as grandly as if she had conferred a dukedom upon John and an earldom upon George.
Then with a special smile that was directed not so much toward the successful author as toward the gallant male she tucked away the check in her bodice, where it looked as forlorn as a skiff upon the tumultuous billows of the Atlantic, and went off to put on her green satin for dinner.
"We shall all hope to see you at half-past seven," she paused in the doorway to a.s.sure John.
"You know, I"ll tell you what it is, old chap," said George when they were alone again. "_You_ ought to have taken up the commission business and _I_ ought to have written plays. But thanks very much for tiding me over this difficult time."
"Yes," said John, a little sharply. "Your wife"s current account wasn"t flowing quite strongly enough, was it?"
"Wonderful woman, Mrs. Easton," George declared. "She has a keen eye for business."
"And for pleasure too, I should imagine," said John, austerely. "But get on your coat, George," he added, "because we must go out and inquire at all the police stations in turn for news of Bertram and Viola. We can"t stop here discussing that woman."
"I tell you the kids will be all right. You mustn"t get fussy, John.
It"s absurd to go out now," George protested. "In fact I daren"t. I must think of my health. Dr. Burnham who"s staying here for a congress of medical men has given me a lot of advice, and as he has refused to charge me a penny for it, the least I can do is to pay attention to what he says. Besides, what are we going to do?"
"Visit all the police stations in London."
"What shall we gain by doing that? Have you ever been to a police station? They"re most uncomfortable places to hang about in before dinner."
"Get on your coat," John repeated.