She threw herself into a big basket chair, and leaned over to the table.
"Milk and sugar for you, Peter? By the way, I ought to know these things; not that it much matters; ours was a war marriage, and I"ve hardly seen you at all!"
Peter sat opposite, and watched her pour out. She leaned back with a piece of toast in her hands, her eyes on him, and they smiled across at each other. Suddenly he could bear it no longer. He put his cup down and knelt forward at her feet, his arms on her knees, devouring her. "Oh, Julie," he said, "I want to worship you--I do indeed. I can"t believe my luck. I can"t think that _you_ love _me_."
Her white teeth bit into the toast. "You old silly," she said. "But I don"t want to be worshipped; I _won"t_ be worshipped; I want to be loved, Peter."
He put his arms up, and pulled her head down to his, kissing her again and again, stroking her arm, murmuring foolish words that meant nothing and meant everything. It was she who stopped him. "Go and sit down," she said, "and tell me all the plans."
"Well," he said, "I do hope you"ll like them. First, I"ve not booked up anything for to-night. I thought we"d go out to dinner to a place I know and sit over it, and enjoy ourselves. It"s a place in Soho, and quite humorous, I think. Then we might walk back: London"s so perfect at night, isn"t it? To-morrow I"ve got seats for the Coliseum matinee. You know it, of course; it"s a jolly place where one can talk if one wants to, and smoke; and then I"ve seats in the evening for _Zigzag_. Sat.u.r.day night we"re going to see _Carminetta_, which they say is the best show in town, and Sat.u.r.day morning we can go anywhere you please, or do anything. And we can cut out any of them if you like," he added.
She let her arms lie along the chair, and drew a breath of delight.
"You"re truly wonderful," she said. "What a blessing not having to worry what"s to be done! It"s a perfect programme. I only wish we could be in Paris for Sunday; it"s so slow here."
He smiled. "You"re sure you"re not bored about to-night?" he asked. She looked him full in the eyes and said nothing. He sprang up and rushed towards her. She laughed her old gay laugh, and avoided him, jumping up and getting round the table. "No," she warned; "no more now. Come and show me the rest of the establishment."
Arm in arm they made the tour of inspection. In the bathroom Julie"s eyes danced. "Thank the Lord for that bath, Peter," she said. "I shall revel in it. That"s one thing I loathe about France, that one can"t get decent baths, and in the country here it"s no better. I had two inches of water in a foot-bath down in Suss.e.x, and when you sit in the beastly thing only about three inches of yourself get wet and those the least important inches. I shall lie in this for hours and smoke, and you shall feed me with chocolates and read to me. How will you like that?"
Peter made the only possible answer, and they went back to the bedroom.
The man was bringing up her luggage, and he deposited it on the luggage-stool. "Heavens!" said Julie, "where are my keys? Oh, I know, in my purse. I hope you haven"t lost it. Do give it to me. The suit-case is beautifully packed, but the trunk is in an appalling mess. I had to throw my things in anyhow. By the way, I wonder what they"ll make of different initials on all our luggage? Not that it matters a sc.r.a.p, especially these days. Besides, I don"t suppose they noticed."
She was on her knees by the trunk, and had undone it. She lifted the lid, and Peter saw the confusion inside, and caught sight of the unfamiliar clothes, Julie was rummaging everywhere. "I know I"ve left them behind!"
she exclaimed. "Whatever shall I do? My scent and powder-puff! Peter, it"s terrible! I can"t go to Soho to dinner without them."
"Let"s go and get some," he suggested; "there"s time."
"No, I can"t," she said. "You go. Don"t be long. I want to sit in front of the fire and be cosy."
Peter set off on the unfamiliar errand, smiling grimly to himself. He got the scent easily enough, and then inquired for a powder-puff. In the old days he would scarcely have dared; but he had been in France. He selected a little French box with a mirror in the lid and a pretty rosebud pattern, and paid for it unblushingly. Then he returned.
He opened the door of their sitting-room, and stood transfixed for a minute. The shaded reading-lamp was on, the other lights off. The fire glowed red, and Julie lay stretched out in a big chair, smoking a cigarette. She turned and looked up at him over her shoulder. She had taken off her dress and slipped on a silk kimono, letting her hair down, which fell in thick tumbled ma.s.ses about her. The arm that held the cigarette was stretched up above her, and the wide, loose sleeve of the kimono had slipped back, leaving it bare to her shoulder. Her white frilled petticoat showed beneath, as she had pushed her feet out before her to the warmth of the fire. Peter"s blood pounded in his temples.
"Good boy," she said; "you haven"t been long. Come and show me. I had to get comfortable: I hope you don"t mind."
He came slowly forward without a word and bent over her. The scent of her rose intoxicatingly around him as he bent down for a kiss. Their lips clung together, and the wide world stood still.
Julie made room for him beside her. "You dear old thing," she exclaimed at the sight of the powder-puff. "It"s a gem. You couldn"t have bettered it in Paris." She opened it, took out the little puff, and dabbed her open throat. Then, laughing, she dabbed at him: "Don"t look so solemn,"
she said, "Solomon!"
Peter slipped one arm round her beneath the kimono, and felt her warm relaxed waist. Then he pushed his other hand, unresisted, in where her white throat gleamed bare and open to him, and laid his lips on her hair.
"Oh, Julie," he said, "I had no idea one could love so. It is almost more than I can bear."
The clock on the mantelpiece struck a half-hour, and Julie stirred in his arms and glanced up. "Good Lord, Peter!" she exclaimed, "do you know what the time is? Half-past seven! I shall never be dressed, and we shall get no dinner. Let me up, for goodness sake, and give me a drink if you"ve got such a thing. If not, ring for it. I shall never have energy enough to get into my things otherwise."
Peter opened the little door of the sideboard and got out decanter, siphon, and gla.s.ses. Julie, sitting up and arranging herself, smiled at him. "Is there a single thing you haven"t thought of, you old dear?" she said.
"Say when," said Peter, coming towards her. Then he poured himself out a tumbler and stood by the fire, looking at her.
"It"s a pity we have to go out at all," he said, "for I suppose you can"t go like that."
"A pity? It"s a jolly good thing. You wait till you"ve seen my frock, my dear. But, Peter, do you think there"s likely to be anyone there that we know?"
He shook his head. "Not there, at any rate," he said.
"Here?"
"More likely, but it"s such a big place we"re not likely to meet them, even so. But if you feel nervous, do you know the best cure? Come down into the lounge, and see the crowd of people. You sit there and people stream by, and you don"t know a face. It"s the most comfortable, feeling in the world. One"s more alone than on a desert island. You might be a ghost that no one sees."
Julie shuddered. "Peter don"t! You make me feel creepy." She got up "Go and find that maid, will you? I want her to help me dress."
Peter walked to the bell and rang it, "Where do I come in?" he asked.
"Well, you can go and wash in the bathroom, and if you"re frightened of her you can dress there!" And she walked to the door laughing.
"I"ll just finish my drink," he said. "You will be heaps longer than I."
Five minutes later, having had no answer to his ring, he switched off the light, and walked out into the hall He hesitated at Julie"s door, then he tapped. "Come in," she said.
She was standing half-dressed in front of the gla.s.s doing her hair, "Oh, it"s you, is it?" she said. "Wherever is that maid? I can"t wait all night for her; you"ll have to help."
Peter sat down and began to change. Half-surrept.i.tiously he watched Julie moving about, and envied her careless abandon. He was much the more nervous of the two.
Presently she called him from the bathroom to fasten her dress. When it was done, she stood back for him to examine her.
"That all right?" she demanded, putting a touch here and there.
Not every woman could have worn her gown. It was a rose pink with some rich flame-coloured material in front, and was held by two of the narrowest bands on her shoulders. In the deep _decollete_ she pushed two rosebuds from the big bunch, and hung round her neck a pendant of mother-of-pearl and silver. She wore no other jewellery, and she needed none. She faced him, a vision of loveliness.
They went down the stairs together and out into the crush of people, some of the women in evening dress, but few of the men. The many uniforms looked better, Peter thought, despite the drab khaki. They had to stand for awhile while a taxi was found, Julie laughing and chatting vivaciously. She had a wrap for her shoulders that she had bought in Port Said, set with small metallic points, and it sparkled about her in the blaze of light. She flattered him by seeming unconscious of anyone else, and put her hand on his arm as they went out.
They drove swiftly through back-streets to the restaurant that Peter had selected, and stopped in a quiet, dark, narrow road off Greek Street.
Julie got out and looked around with pretended fear. "Where in the world have you brought me?" she demanded. "However did you find the place?
It"s worse than some of your favourite places in Havre."
Inside, however, she looked round appreciatively. "Really, Peter, it"s splendid," she said under her breath--"just the place," and smiled sweetly on the padrone who came forward, bowing. Peter had engaged a table, and they were led to it.
"I had almost given you up, sir," said the man, "but by good fortune, some of our patrons are late too."
They sat down opposite to each other, and studied the menu held out to them by a waiter. "I don"t know the meaning of half the dishes," laughed Julie. "You order. It"ll be more fun if I don"t know what"s coming."
"We must drink Chianti," said Peter, and ordered a bottle. "You can think you are in Italy."
Elbows on the table as she waited, Julie looked round. In the far corner a gay party of four were halfway through dinner. Two officers, an elderly lady and a young one, she found rather hard to place, but Julie decided the girl was the fiancee of one who had brought his friend to meet her.
At other tables were mostly couples, and across the room from her, with an elderly officer, sat a well-made-up woman, very plainly _demimonde_.
Immediately before her were four men, two of them foreigners, in morning dress, talking and eating hare. It was evidently a professional party, and one of the four now and again hummed out a little air to the rest, and once jotted down some notes on the back of a programme. They took no notice of anyone, but the eyes of the woman with the officer, who hardly spoke to her, searched Julie unblushingly.
Julie, gave a little sigh of happiness. "This is lovely, Peter," she said. "We"ll be ages over dinner. It"s such fun to be in nice clothes just for dinner sometimes and not to have to worry about the time, and going on elsewhere. But I do wish my friends could see me, I must say.
They"d be horrified. They thought I was going to a stodgy place in West Kensington. I was must careful to be vague, but that was the idea. Peter, how would you like to live in a suburb and have heaps of children, and dine out with city men and their wives once or twice a month for a treat?"