"It"s mine," cried Elsie, and pounced for it.
Julie s.n.a.t.c.hed it away, "No, you don"t," she said. "A man must put it in, or there"s no luck in it. Here you are, Trevor."
Pennell took it, laughing, and pushed back his chair. The others stood up and craned over to see. Elsie drew up her skirt and Trevor pushed it down her stocking amid screams of laughter, and the rattle of chaff.
"No higher or I faint," said Tommy.
Trevor stood up, a little flushed. "Here," said Peter, filling his gla.s.s with what was left in the bottle, "drink this, Pen. You sure want it."
"It"s your turn next," said Trevor, "and, by Jove, the bottle"s empty!
Encore le vin," he called.
"Good idea. It"s Julie"s next cork, and Graham"s the man to do it." said Jack Donovan. "And then it"ll be your turn, Tommy."
"And yours," she said, glancing at him.
"Bet you won"t dare," said Elsie.
"Who won"t?" retorted Julie.
"Peter, of course."
"My dear, you don"t know Peter. Here you are, Peter; let"s show them."
She tossed the cork to him and stood up coolly, put up her foot on the edge of the table, and lifted her skirt. Peter pushed the cork into its traditional place amid cheers, but he hardly heard. His fingers had touched her skin, and he had seen the look in her eyes. No wine could have intoxicated him so. He raised his gla.s.s. "Toasts!" he shouted.
They took him up and everyone rose to their feet.
""Here"s to all those that I love; Here"s to all those that love me; Here"s to all those that love them that love those That love those that love them that love me!""
he chanted.
"Julie"s turn," cried Elsie.
"No," she said; "they know all my toasts."
"Not all," said Donovan; "there was one you never finished--something about Blighty."
"Rhymes with nighty," put in Tommy coolly; "don"t you remember, Julie?"
It seemed to Peter that he and Julie stood there looking at each other for seconds, but probably no one but Tommy noticed. "Take it as read,"
cried Peter boisterously, and emptied his gla.s.s. His example was infectious, and they all followed suit, but Donovan remarked across the table to him:
"You spoiled a humorous situation, old dear."
Dinner over, they pushed the table against the wall, and pulled chairs round the fire. Dessert, crackers, chocolates and cigarettes were piled on a small table, and the famous liqueur came in with the coffee. They filled the little gla.s.ses. "This is a great occasion," said Donovan; "let"s celebrate it properly. Julie, give us a dance first."
She sprang up at once. "Right-o," she said. "Clear the table."
They pushed everything to one side, and Peter held out his hand. Just touching his fingers, she leaped up, and next minute circled there in a whirl of skirts. A piano stood in a corner of the room, and Elsie ran to it. Looking over her shoulder, she caught the pace, and the notes rang out merrily.
Julie was the very spirit of devilment and fun. So light that she seemed hardly to touch the table, she danced as if born to it. It was such an incarnation of grace and music that a little silence fell on them all. To Peter she appeared to dance to him. He could not take his eyes off her; he cared nothing what others thought or saw. There was a mist before him and thunder in his ears. He saw only her flushed, childlike face and sparkling brown eyes, and a wave of her loosened hair that slipped across them....
The music ceased. Panting for breath, she leaped down amid a chorus of "Bravo"s!" and held out her hand for the liqueur-gla.s.s. Peter put it in her fingers, and he was trembling more than she, and spilt a little of it. "Well, here"s the best," she cried, and raised the gla.s.s. Then, with a gay laugh, she put her moistened fingers to his mouth and he kissed them, the spirit on his lips.
And now Elsie must show herself off. They sat down to watch her, and a more insidious feeling crept over Peter as he did so. The girl bent her body this way and that; arched herself over and looked at them between her feet; twisted herself awry and made faces at them. They laughed, but there was a new note in the laughter. An intense look had come into Pennell"s face, and Donovan was lolling back, his head on one side, smiling evilly.
She finished and straightened herself, and they had more of the liqueur.
Then Tommy, as usual, remembered herself. "Girls," she said, "we must go.
It"s fearfully late."
Donovan sat up. "What about taxis?" he demanded.
Peter went to the door. "They"ll fetch them," he said. "I"ve made an arrangement."
He went a little unsteadily to find the _maitre d"hotel_, and a boy was despatched, while he settled the bill. They were tramping down the stairs as he came out of the little office. Julie leading and laughing uproariously at some joke. Donovan and Tommy were the steadiest, and they came down together. It seemed to Peter that it was natural for them to do so.
Pennell and Elsie got into one taxi. She leaned out of the window and waved her hand. "We"re the luckiest," she called; "we"ve the farthest to go. Good-night everyone, and thanks ever so much."
A second taxi came up. "Jump in, Julie," said Tommy.
She got in, and Peter put his hand on the door. "I"ve settled everything, Donovan," he said. "See you to-morrow. Good-night, Tommy."
"Good-night," she called back, and he got in. And next minute he was alone with Julie.
In the closed and darkened taxi he put his arm round her and drew her to him. "Oh, my darling," he murmured. "Julie, do you love me as I love you?
I can"t live without you." He covered her face with hot kisses, and she kissed him back.
"Julie," he said at length, breathlessly, "listen. My leave"s come. I knew this morning. Couldn"t you possibly be in England when I am? I saw you first on the boat coming over--remember? And you"re due again."
"When do you go?" she queried.
"Fourteenth," he answered.
She considered. "I couldn"t get off by then," she said, "but I might the twenty-first or thereabouts. I"m due, as you say, and I think it could be managed."
"Would you?" he demanded, and hung on her words.
She turned her face up to him, and even in the dark he could see her glowing eyes. "It would be heaven, Peter," she whispered.
He kissed her pa.s.sionately.
"I could meet you in town easily," he said.
"Not the leave-boat train," she replied; "it"s not safe. Anyone might be there. But I"ll run down for a day or two to some friends in Suss.e.x, and then come up to visit more in town. I know very few people, of course, and all my relations are in South Africa. No one would know to whom I went, and if I didn"t go to them, Peter, why n.o.body would know either."
"Splendid!" he answered, the blood pounding in his temples. "I"ll make all the arrangements. Shall I take a flat, or shall we go to an hotel? An hotel"s more fun, perhaps, and we can have a suite."