"Oh!" said Miss Tarlton with an irrepressible cry, the ordinary conventions of society abrogated by the enormous importance of the information which she felt was coming.
"Let me introduce you to Miss Tarlton," said Sir William. Miss Tarlton bowed quickly, and then proceeded at once to business.
"Do you know the name of a quite tiny camera?" she said; "the very newest?"
"I do," said Pateley. "It is the "Viator," and I have just seen it." A sort of audible murmur of relief ran through the company at this burning question having been answered at last. "And it is only by a special grace of Providence," Pateley went on, "a.s.sisted by my high principles, that that machine is not in my pocket at this moment."
"Oh! I wish it were!" said Miss Tarlton.
"I"m afraid it may be before many days are over," said Pateley. "I never saw anything so perfect. And do you know, it takes a snapshot in a room even just as well as in the open air. If I had it in my hand I could snap any one of you here, at this moment, almost without your knowing anything about it."
"I am so glad you haven"t," Lady Gore couldn"t help ejaculating.
"The man who was showing it took one of me as I turned to look at it. It is perfectly wonderful."
"And that in a room?" Miss Tarlton said, more and more awestruck. "And simply a snapshot, not a time exposure at all?"
"Precisely," Pateley said.
"I shall go and see it," Miss Tarlton said, and, notebook in hand, she continued with a businesslike air to write down the particulars communicated by Pateley.
"I am quite out of my depth," Lady Gore said to Wentworth. "What does a "time exposure" mean?"
"Heaven knows," said Wentworth. "Something about seconds and things, I suppose."
"I can never judge of how many seconds a thing takes," said Lady Gore.
"I"m sure I can"t," Wentworth replied. "The other day I thought we had been three-quarters of an hour in a tunnel and we had only been two minutes and a half."
"Now then," Pateley said with a satisfied air, turning to Sir William, "I have cheered Miss Tarlton on to a piece of extravagance." Sir William felt a distinct sense of pleasure. "I have persuaded her to buy a new machine."
"The thing that amuses me," said Sir William with some scorn, having apparently forgotten which of his pet aversions had been the subject of the conversation, "is people"s theory that when once you have bought a bicycle it costs you nothing afterwards."
"It is not a bicycle, Sir William, it is a camera," said Miss Tarlton, with some asperity.
"Oh, well, it is the same thing," Sir William said.
"_The same thing?_" Miss Tarlton repeated, with the accent of one who feels an immeasurable mental gulf between herself and her interlocutor.
"As to results, I mean," he said. Arrived at this point Miss Tarlton felt she need no longer listen, she simply noted with pitying tolerance the random utterance. "A camera costs very nearly as much to keep as a horse, what with films and bottles of stuff, and all the other accessories. And as for a bicycle, I am quite sure that you have to count as much for mending it as you do for a horse"s keep."
"The really expensive thing, though, is a motor," said Wentworth. "Lots of men nowadays don"t marry because they can"t afford to keep a wife as well as a motor."
Rendel, who was standing by Rachel"s side at the tea-table, caught this sentence. He looked up at her with a smile. She blushed.
"I have no intention of keeping a motor," he said. Rachel said nothing.
"Are you very angry with me?" Rendel said.
"I am not sure," she answered. "I think I am."
"You mustn"t be--after saving my life, too, this morning, in the boat."
"Saving your life?" said Rachel, surprised.
"Yes," Rendel said. "By not steering me into any of the things we met on the Thames."
"Oh!" said Rachel, smiling, "I am afraid even that was more your doing than mine, as you kept calling out to me which string to pull."
"Perhaps. But the extraordinary thing was that when you were told you did pull it," said Rendel.
"Oh, any one can do that," replied Rachel.
"I beg your pardon, it is not so simple," Rendel answered, thinking to himself, though he had the good sense at that moment not to formulate it, what an adorable quality it would be in a wife that she should always pull exactly the string she was told to pull.
"I"ve been asking Sir William if I may come and speak to him...." he said in a lower tone. "He said I might." Rachel was silent. "You don"t mind, do you?" he said, looking at her anxiously.
"I--I--don"t know," Rachel said. "I feel as if I were not sure about anything--you have done it all so quickly--I can"t realise----"
"Yes," he said penitently, "I have done it all very quickly, I know, but I won"t hurry you to give me any answer. My chief"s going away to-morrow for ten days, and I am afraid I must go too, but may I come as soon as I am back again?"
"Yes," said Rachel shyly.
"And perhaps by that time," he said, "you will know the answer. Do you think you will?" Rachel looked at him as her hand lay in his.
"Yes, by that time I shall know," she said.
As Rendel went out a few minutes later he was dimly conscious of meeting an agitated little figure which hurried past him into the room. Miss Judd was a lady who contrived to reduce as many of her fellow-creatures to a state of mild exasperation during the day as any female enthusiast in London, by her constant haste to overtake her manifold duties towards the human race. Those duties were still further complicated by the fact that she had a special gift for forgetting more things in one afternoon than most people are capable of remembering in a week.
"My dear Jane, how do you do?" said Lady Gore. "We have not seen you for an age."
"No, Cousin Elinor, no," said Miss Judd, who always spoke in little gasps as if she had run all the way from her last stopping-place. "I have been so frightfully busy. Oh, thank you, William, thank you; but do you know, that tea looks dreadfully strong. In fact, I think I had really better not have any. I wonder if I might have some hot water instead? Thank you so much. Thank you, dear Rachel--simply water, nothing else."
"That doesn"t sound a very reviving beverage," said Lady Gore.
"Oh, but it is, I a.s.sure you," said Miss Judd. "It is wonderful. And, you see, I had tea for luncheon, and I don"t like to have it too often."
"Tea for luncheon?" said Sir William.
"Yes, at an Aerated Bread place," she replied, "near Victoria. I have been leaving the canva.s.sing papers for the School Board election, and I had not time to go home."
"What it is to be such a pillar of the country!" said Lady Gore laughing.
"You may laugh, Cousin Elinor," Miss Judd said, drinking her hot water in quick, hurried sips, "but I a.s.sure you it is very hard work. You see, whatever the question is that I am canva.s.sing for, I always feel bound to explain it to the voters at every place I go to, for fear they should vote the wrong way: and sometimes that is very hard work. At the last General Election, for instance, I lunched off buns and tea for a fortnight."
"Good Lord!" said Sir William to Pateley as they stood a little apart.
"Imagine public opinion being expounded by people who lunch off buns!"