"That," said Septimus, "was very kind of you."
"It was out of grat.i.tude."
"For their goodness?"
"No. For being delivered from "em. I had a lot of experience before I could learn the blessedness of a single life."
Septimus sighed. "Yet it must be very nice to have a wife, Wiggleswick."
"But ain"t yer got one?" bawled the disreputable body-servant.
"Of course, of course," said Septimus hurriedly. "I was thinking of the people who hadn"t."
Wiggleswick approached his master"s bedside, with a mysteriously confidential air.
"Don"t you think we"re all cosy and comfortable here, sir?"
"Yes," said Septimus dubiously.
"Well, I for one have nothing to complain of. The vittles is good, and one sleeps warm, and one has one"s beer and "baccy regular. What more does a man want? Not women. Women"s a regrettable hincident."
"Aren"t you cold standing there in your shirt sleeves, Wiggleswick?" asked Septimus, in his hesitating way.
Wiggleswick ignored the delicacy of the suggestion.
"Cold? No. If I was cold, I"d precious soon make myself warm. Which I wish to remark, Mr. Dix, that now you"ve parted with the missus pro tem., don"t you think it"s more cosy and comfortable? I don"t say but if she came here I"d do my best willingly. I know my duty. But, sir, a woman, what with her dusting and cleaning, and washing of herself in hot water, and putting flowers in mugs do upset things terrible. I"ve been married oftener than you. I know "em. Don"t you think we get on better, the two of us, as we are?"
"We get on very nicely," said Septimus politely, "but I"m afraid you"ll have to do some cleaning and dusting to-day. I"m awfully sorry to trouble you. Mrs. Middlemist has returned to England, and may be down this afternoon."
A look of dismay came over Wiggleswick"s crafty, weather-beaten face.
"Well, I"m jiggered. I"m just jiggered," said he.
"I"m delighted to hear it," murmured Septimus. "Bring me my shaving-water."
"Are you going to get up?" asked Wiggleswick in a tone of disgusted incredulity.
"Yes."
"Then you"ll be wanting breakfast."
"Oh, no," said Septimus, with the wan smile that sometimes flickered over his features, "afternoon tea will do--with some bacon and eggs and things."
The old man went out grumbling, and Septimus turned to his letter. It was very kind of Emmy, he thought, to write to him so affectionately.
He spent the mild, autumn morning on the common consulting the ducks in the pond, and seeking inspiration from the lame donkey, his state of mind being still complicated. The more he reflected on Emmy"s letter and on Wiggleswick"s views on women the less did he agree with Wiggleswick. He missed Emmy, who had treated him very tenderly since their talk in the moonlight at Hottetot-sur-Mer; and he missed the boy who, in the later days in Paris, after her return, had conceived an infantile infatuation for him, and would cease crying or go to sleep peacefully if only he could gather a clump of Septimus"s hair in his tiny fingers. He missed a thousand gossamer trifles--each one so imperceptible, all added together so significant. He was not in the least cosy and comfortable with his old villain of a serving-man.
Thus he looked forward, in his twilight way, to Emmy"s coming. He would live, perhaps, sometimes in Nunsmere and sometimes in London. Quite lately, on visiting his bankers, in order to make arrangements for the disposal of his income, he was surprised to find how rich he was; and the manager, an astoundingly well-informed person, explained that a commercial concern in which he held many shares had reached such a pitch of prosperity as to treble his dividends. He went away with the vague notion that commercial companies were models of altruistic generosity. The main point, however, made clear by the exceptionally intelligent manager, being that he was richer by several hundreds a year, he began to dream of a more resplendent residence for Emmy and the boy than the little flat in Chelsea. He had observed that there were very nice houses in Berkeley Square. He wondered how much a year they were, with rates and taxes. For himself, he could perch in any attic close by. He resolved to discuss Berkeley Square with Emmy as soon as she arrived. William Octavius Oldrieve Dix, Member of Parliament, ought to start life in proper surroundings.
Clem Sypher, down for the week-end at Penton Court, burst in upon him during the afternoon. He came with exciting news. The high official in the Ordnance Department of the War Office had written to him that morning to the effect that he was so greatly impressed by the new quick-firing gun that he proposed to experiment forthwith, and desired to be put into communication with the inventor.
"That"s very nice," said Septimus, "but shall I have to go and see him?"
"Of course," cried Sypher. "You"ll have to interview boards and gunners and engineers, and superintend experiments. You"ll be a person of tremendous importance."
"Oh, dear!" said Septimus, "I couldn"t. I couldn"t, really."
He was panic-stricken at the notion.
"You"ll have to," laughed Sypher.
Septimus clutched at straws. "I"m afraid I shall be too busy. Emmy"s coming to London--and there"s the boy"s education. You see, he has to go to Cambridge. Look here," he added, a brilliant idea occurring to him, "I"m fearfully rich; I don"t want any more money. I"ll sell you the thing outright for the two hundred pounds you advanced me, and then I shan"t have anything more to do with it."
"I think before you make any proposals of the kind you ought to consult Mrs. Dix," said Sypher with a laugh.
"Or Zora."
"Or Zora," said Sypher. "She came down by the same train as I did. I told her the good news. She was delighted."
He did not inform Septimus that, for all her delight, Zora had been somewhat sceptical. She loved Septimus, she admitted, but his effectuality in any sphere of human endeavor was unimaginable. Could anything good come out of Nazareth?
About half an hour later the G.o.ddess herself arrived, shown in by Wiggleswick, who had been s.n.a.t.c.hing the pipe of the over-driven by the front-gate. She looked flushed, resolute, indignant, and, on seeing Sypher, she paused for a second on the threshold. Then she entered. Sypher took up his hat and stick.
"No, no. You had better stay. You may help us. I suppose you know all about it."
Septimus"s heart sank. He knew what "it" meant.
"Yes, Sypher knows. I told him."
"But why didn"t you tell me, dear Septimus, instead of letting me hear of it from mother and Cousin Jane? I don"t think it was loyal to me."
"I forgot," said Septimus in desperation. "You see, I sometimes remember it and sometimes forget it. I"m not used to getting married. Wiggleswick has been married several times. He was giving me a lot of advice this morning."
"Anyhow, it"s true?" asked Zora, disregarding Wiggleswick.
"Oh, yes! You see, my ungovernable temper--"
"Your what?"
It was no use. On receiving the announcement she looked just as he had expected her to look. He tried to stammer out his catalogue of infamies, but failed. She burst out laughing, and Sypher, who knew all and was anxiously wondering how to save the situation, laughed too.
"My poor, dear Septimus," she said kindly, "I don"t believe a word of it.
The woman who couldn"t get on with you must be a virago. I don"t care whether she"s my own sister or not, she is treating you abominably."
"But, indeed she"s not," pleaded poor Septimus. "We"re the best of friends.
I really want to live like this. I do. I can"t live without Wiggleswick.
See how cosy and comfortable he makes me."