She was quick to note the return to his old manner. He was nervous with her, not sure of himself, and so not sure of her either. And she traded on it. At the stationery department she made eyes at a couple of officers, and insisted on examining Kirschner picture-postcards, some of which she would not show him. "You can"t possibly be seen looking at them with those badges up," she whispered. "Dear me, if only Donovan were here! He wouldn"t mind, and I don"t know which packet I like best. These have got very little on, Peter--_very_ little, but I"m not sure that they are not more decent than those. It"s _much_ worse than a camisole, you know...."
Peter was horribly conscious that the men were smiling at her. "Julie,"
he said desperately, "_do_ be sensible, just for a minute. We must get those menu-cards."
"Well, you go and find the books," she said merrily. "I told you you ought not to watch me buy these. I"ll take the best care of myself," and she looked past him towards the men.
Peter gave it up. "Julie," he said savagely, "if you make eyes any more, I"ll kiss you here and now--I swear I will."
Julie laughed her little nearly silent chuckle, and looked at him. "I believe you would, Peter," she said, "and I certainly mustn"t risk that.
I"ll be good. Are those the books? Fetch me a chair, then, and I"ll look through them."
He bent over her as she turned the leaves. She wore a little toque that had some relation to a nurse"s uniform, but was distinctive of Julie. Her fringe of brown hair lay along her forehead, and the thick ma.s.ses of the rest of it tempted him almost beyond endurance. "How will that do?" she demanded, her eyes dancing. "Oh, do look at the cards and not at me!
You"re a terrible person to bring shopping, Peter!"
The card selected, she had a bright idea. "What about candle-shades?" she queried. "We can"t trust the hotel. I want some with violets on them: I love violets."
"Do you?" he said eagerly. "That"s just what I wanted to know. Yes, it"s a fine idea; let"s go and get them."
Outside, she gave a sigh of relief, and looked at the little gold wrist-watch on her arm. "We"ve time," she said. "Take me to tea."
"You must know it"s not possible," he said. "They"re enforcing the order, and one can"t get tea anywhere."
She shook her head at him. "I think, Peter," she said, "you"ll never learn the ropes. Follow me."
Not literally, but metaphorically, he followed her. She led him to a big confectioner"s with two doors and several windows, in each of which was a big notice of the new law forbidding teas or the purchase of chocolates.
Inside, she walked up to a girl who was standing by a counter, and who greeted her with a smile. "It is cold outside," she said. "May I have a warm by the fire?"
"Certainly, mademoiselle," said the girl. "And monsieur also. Will it please you to come round here?"
They went behind the counter and in at a little door. There was a fire in the grate of the small kitchen, and a kettle singing on the hob. Julie sat down on a chair at the wooden table and looked round with satisfaction.
"Why, it"s all ready for us!" she exclaimed. "Chocolate cakes, Suzanne, please, _and_ hot b.u.t.tered scones. I"ll b.u.t.ter them, if you bring the scones."
They came, and she went to the fire, splitting them open and spreading the b.u.t.ter lavishly. "I love France," she said. "All laws are made to be broken, which is all that laws are good for, don"t you think?"
"Yes," he said deliberately, glancing at the closed door, and bent and kissed her neck. She looked up imperiously. "Again," she said; and he kissed her on the lips. At that she jumped up with a quick return to the old manner: "Peter! For a parson you are the outside edge. Go and sit down over there and recollect yourself. To begin with, if we"re found, here, there"ll be a row, and if you"re caught kissing me, who knows what will happen?"
He obeyed gaily. "Chaff away, Julie," he said, "but I shan"t wear black b.u.t.tons at the dinner. You"ll have to look out that night."
She put the scones on the table, and sat down. "And if I don"t?" she queried. Peter said nothing. He had suddenly thought of something. He looked at her, and for the first time she would not meet his eyes.
It was thought better on New Year"s Eve that they should go separately to Donovan"s camp, so Peter and Pennell set out for it alone. By the ca.n.a.l Pennell left his friend to go and meet Elsie Harding, the third girl.
Peter went on alone, and found Donovan, giving some orders in the camp.
He stood with him till they saw the other four, who had met on the tow-path, coming in together.
"He"s a dark horse," called Julie, almost before they had come up, "and so"s she. Fancy Elsie being the third! I didn"t know they knew each other. We"re a Colonial party to-night, Jack--all except Peter, that is, for Mr. Pennell is more Canadian than English. We"ll teach them. By the way, I can"t go on saying "Mr. Pennell" all night. What shall I call him, Elsie?"
Peter saw that the new-comer wore an Australian brooch, and caught the unmistakable but charming accent in her reply. "He"s "Trevor" to me, and he can be to you, if you like, Julie," she said.
Tommy sighed audibly. "They"re beginning early," she said; "but I suppose the rest of us had better follow the general example--eh, Peter?"
In the anteroom, where tea was ready, Peter saw that Elsie was likely to play Julie a good second. She was tall, taller than Pennell himself, and dark skinned, with black hair and full red lips, and rather bigly built.
It appeared that her great gift was a set of double joints that allowed her to play the contortionist with great effect. "You should just see her in tights," said Julie. "Trevor, why didn"t you say whom you were bringing, and I"d have made her put them on. Then we could have had an exhibition, but, as it is, I suppose we can"t."
"I didn"t know you knew her," he said.
"You never have time to talk of other people when you"re together, I suppose," she retorted. "Well, I"ve no doubt you make the most of your opportunities, and you"re very wise. But to-night you"ve got to behave, more or less--at least, till after the coffee. Otherwise all our preparations will be wasted--won"t they, Peter?"
After tea they set off together for the tram-car that ran into town. It was Julie who had decided this. She said she liked to see the people, and the cars were so perfectly absurd, which was true. Also, that it would be too early to enjoy taxis, the which was very like her. So they walked in a body to the terminus, where a crowd of Tommies and French workmen and factory girls were waiting. The night was cloudy and a little damp, but it had the effect of adding mystery to the otherwise ugly street, and to the great ships under repair in the dockyards close by. The lights of the tram appeared at length round the corner, an engine-car and two trailers.
There was a bolt for them. They were packed on the steps, and the men had to use elbows freely to get the whole party in, but the soldiers and the workmen were in excellent humour, and the French girls openly admiring of Julie. In the result, then, they were all hunched up in the end of a "first" compartment, and Peter found himself with his back to the gla.s.s door, Julie on his right, Elsie on his left.
"Every rib I have is broken," said the former.
"The natural or the artificial?" demanded Elsie. "Personally, I think I broke a few of other people"s."
They started, and the rattling of the ramshackle cars stopped conversation. Julie drew Peter"s attention to a little scene on the platform outside, and he looked through the gla.s.s to see a big French linesman with his girl. The man had got her into a corner, and then, coolly putting his arms out on either side to the hand-rail and to the k.n.o.b of their door, he was facing his amorata, indifferent to the world. Peter looked at the girl"s coa.r.s.e face. She was a factory hand, bareheaded, and her sleeves were rolled up at her elbows. For all that, she was neat, as a Frenchwoman invariably is. The girl caught his gaze, and smiled. The linesman followed the direction of her eyes and glanced friendly at Peter too. Then he saw Julie. A look of admiration came over his face, and he put one hand comically to his heart. The girl slapped it in a pretended fury, and Julie doubled up with laughter in her corner.
Peter bent over her. "_"Everybody"s doing it, doing it, doing it,"_" he quoted merrily.
The tram stopped, in the square before the Hotel de Ville. There was a great air of festivity and bustle about as they stepped out, for the New Year is a great time in France. Lights twinkled in the misty dark; taxis sprinted across the open s.p.a.ces; and people greeted each other gaily by the brightly-lit shops. Somehow or another the whole thing went to Peter"s head like wine. The world was good and merry, he thought exultantly, and he, after all, a citizen of it. He caught Julie"s arm, "Come on," he called to the others. "I know the way," And to her: "Isn"t it topping? Do you feel gloriously exhilarated? I don"t know why, Julie, but I could do anything to-night."
She slipped her fingers down into his hand. "I"m so glad," she said. "So could I."
They whirled across the road, the others after them, round the little park in the centre of the square, and down an empty side-street. Peter had reconnoitred all approaches, he said, and this was the best way.
Begging him to give her time to breathe, Tommy came along with Donovan, and it suddenly struck Peter that the latter seemed happy enough. He pressed Julie"s hand: "Donovan"s dropped into step with Tommy very easily," he said. "Do you mind?"
She laughed happily and glanced back. "You"re as blind as a bat, Peter, when all"s said and done," she said; "but oh, my dear, I can"t play with you to-night. There"s only one person I want to walk with Peter."
Peter all but shouted. He drew her to him, and for once Julie was honestly alarmed.
"Not now, you mad boy!" she exclaimed, but her eyes were enough for him.
"All right," he laughed at her; "wait a bit. There"s time yet."
In the little entrance-hail the _maitre d"hotel_ greeted them. They were the party of importance that night. He ushered them upstairs and opened a door. The mademoiselles might make the toilette there. Another door: they would eat here.
The men deposited their caps and sticks and coats on pegs outside, and the girls, who had had to come in uniform also, were ready as soon as they. They went in together. Elsie gave a little whistle of surprise.
Peter had certainly done well. Holly and mistletoe were round the walls, and a big bunch of the latter was placed in such a way that it would hang over the party as they sat afterwards by the fire. In the centre a silver bowl held glorious roses, white and red, and at each girl"s place was a bunch of Parma violets and a few sprigs of flowering mimosa. Bon-bons were spread over the white cloth. Julie"s candle-shades looked perfect, and so did the menu-cards.
"I trust that monsieur is satisfied," said the _maitre d"hotel_, bowing towards the man who had had the dealings with him. He got his answer, but not from Peter, and, being a Frenchman, smiled, bowed again, and discreetly left the room; for Elsie, turning to Peter cried: "Did you do it--even the wattle?" and kissed him heartily. He kissed her back, and caught hold of Julie. "t.i.t for tat," he said to her under his breath, holding her arms; "do you remember our first taxi?" Then, louder: "Julie Is responsible for most of it," and he kissed her too.
They sorted themselves out at last, and the dinner, that two of them at least who were there that night were never to forget, began. They were uproariously merry, and the two girls who waited came and went wreathed in smiles.
With the champagne came a discussion over the cork. "Give It to me" cried Julie; "I want to wear it for luck."
"So do I," said Elsie; "we must toss for it."
Julie agreed, and they spun a coin solemnly.