"Captain Donovan will finish," laughed Julie.
""Deed I can"t, for I don"t know it," he said. "Let"s have it, little girl; I"m sure it"s a sporting toast."
"_Who eats your grub and drinks your booze_," continued she.
"Shut up, Julie," said Tommy, leaning over as if to s.n.a.t.c.h her gla.s.s.
"_And then goes home to her mother to snooze_," called Julie breathlessly, leaning back.
"_I don"t think_," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Donovan.
Julie tipped down the drink. "You knew it all the time," she said. And they all burst out laughing.
Peter drank, and called for another, his eyes on Julie. He knew that he could not sum her up, but he refused to believe that this was the secret behind the eyes. She was too gay, too insolent. What Donovan thought he could not say, but he almost hated him for the ease with which he kept pace with their companions.
They ordered dinner, and the great dish of _hors d"oeuvres_ was brought round by a waiter who seemed to preside over it with a fatherly solicitude. Julie picked up an olive in her fingers, and found it so good that she grumbled at only having taken one.
"Have mine," said Donovan, shooting one on to her plate.
"Thanks," she said. "Oh, heavens! I forgot that patch on my left cheek--or was it my right, Solomon? Let"s see."
She dived into her pocket, and produced a tiny satin beaded box, "Isn"t it chic?" she demanded, leaning over to show Donovan. "I got it in the Nouvelles Galleries the other day." She took off the lid, which revealed its reverse as a tiny mirror, and scrutinised herself, patting back a stray lock on her forehead.
"Oh, don"t," said Donovan, and he slipped the hair out again with his finger.
"Be quiet; but I"ll concede that. This won"t do, though." Out came a tiny powder-puff. "How"s that?" she demanded, smiling up at him.
"Perfect," he said. "But it"s not fair to do that here."
"Wait for the taxi then," she said. "Besides, it won"t matter so much then."
"What won"t matter?" demanded Peter.
"Solomon, dear, you"re as innocent as a new-born babe. Isn"t he?" she demanded of his friend.
Donovan looked across at him. "Still waters run deep," he said. "I don"t know, but excuse me!"
He had been sitting next Julie and opposite Miss Raynard, but he was now on his feet and begging her to change places with him. She consented, laughing, and did so, but Julie pretended to be furious.
"I won"t have it. You"re a perfect beast, Tommy. Captain Donovan, I"ll never come out with you again. Solomon, come and sit here, and you, Tommy, go over there."
Peter hadn"t an idea why, but he too got up. Tommy protested. "Look here," she said, "I came for dinner, not for a dance. Oh, look out, Captain Graham; you"ll upset the cutlets!" Peter avoided the waiter by an effort, but came on round her to the other side.
"Get out of it, Tommy," said Julie, leaning over and pushing her. "I will have a man beside me, anyhow."
"I"d sooner be opposite," said Donovan. "I can see you better, and you can"t make eyes at the Frenchman at the other table quite so well if I get my head in the way."
"Oh, but he"s such a dear," said Julie. "I"d love to flirt with him. Only I must say his hair is a bit greasy."
"You"ll make his lady furious if you don"t take care," said Donovan, "and it"s a shame to spoil her trade."
Peter glanced across. A French officer, sitting opposite a painted girl, was smiling at them. He looked at Julie; she was smiling back.
"Julie, don"t for Heaven"s sake," said her half-section. "We shall have him over here next, and you remember once before how awkward it was."
Julie laughed. "Give me another drink, then, Captain Donovan," she said, "and I"ll be good."
Donovan filled up her gla.s.s. She raised it and challenged him. "_Here"s to we two in Blighty_," she began.
Miss Raynard rose determinedly and interrupted her. "Come on," she said; "that"s a bit too much, Julie. We must go, or we"ll never get back, and don"t forget you"ve got to go on duty in the morning, my dear." She pulled out a little watch. "Good heavens!" she cried. "Do you know the time? It"s eight-twenty now. We ought to have been in by eight, and eighty-thirty is the latest time that"s safe. For any sake, come on."
Julie for once agreed. "Good Lord, yes," she said. "We must have a taxi.
Can we get one easily?"
"Oh, I expect so," said Donovan. "Settle up, Graham, will you? while I shepherd them out and get a car. Come on, and take care how you pa.s.s the Frenchman."
In a few minutes Peter joined them on the steps outside. The restaurant was in the corner of a square which contained a small public garden, and the three of them were waiting for him on the curb. A taxi stood by them.
The broad streets ran away to left and right, gay with lights and pa.s.sers-by, and the dark trees stood out against a starry sky. A group of British officers went laughing by, and one of them recognised Donovan and hailed him. Two spahis crossed out of the shade into the light, their red and gold a picturesque splash of colour. Behind them glared the staring pictures of the cinema show on a great h.o.a.rding by the wall.
"Come on, Graham," called Donovan, "hop in."
The four packed in closely, Peter and Tommy opposite the other two, Julie farthest from Peter. They started, and he caught her profile as the street lights shone in and out with the speed of their pa.s.sing. She was smoking, puffing quickly at her cigarette, and hardly silent a moment.
"It"s been a perfect treat," she said. "You"re both dears, aren"t they, Tommy? You must come and have tea at the hospital any day: just walk in.
Mine"s Ward 3. Come about four o"clock, and you"ll find me any day this week, Tommy"s opposite. There"s usually a crush at tea, but you must come. By the way, where"s your camp? Aren"t you going heaps out of your way? Solomon, where do you live? Tell me."
Peter grinned in the dark, and told her.
"Oh, you perfect beast!" she said, "Then you knew the Quai de France all the time. Well, you"re jolly near, anyway." "Oh, Lord!" she exclaimed suddenly, "you aren"t the new padre?"
"I am," said Peter.
"Good Lord! what a spree! Then you"ll come in on duty. You can come in any hour of the day or night. Tommy, do you hear that? Solomon"s our spiritual pastor. He"s begun well, hasn"t he?"
Peter was silent. It jarred him horribly. But just then the car slowed down.
"What"s up now?" demanded Donovan.
"Only the sentry at the swing bridge," said Tommy. "They stop all cars at night. He"s your side, dear; give him the glad eye."
The door opened, and a red-cap looked in. "Hospital, corporal; it"s all right," said Julie, beaming at him.
"Oh, all right, miss. Good-night," said the man, stepping back and saluting in the light of the big electric standard at the bridgehead.
"Carry on, driver!"
"We"re just there," said Julie; "I am sorry. It"s been rippin". Stop the car, Solomon, somewhere near the leave-boat; it won"t do to drive right up to the hospital; we might be spotted."
Peter leaned out of the window on his side. The lights on the quay glowed steadily across the dark water, and made golden flicking streaks upon it as the tide swelled slowly in. In the distance a great red eye flashed in and out solemnly, and on their side he could see the shaded lights of the hospital ship, getting ready for her night crossing. He judged it was time, and told the man to stop.