"Seems a trifle mad," I said.
"How delightfully cool," said she, looking round the old-fashioned room appraisingly, "and so clean! I think we"ll stop."
"Let"s have tea before we decide," I suggested. "The proprietor is distinctly eccentric, to say the least of it."
"He looked quite a superior man. I thought," said Tony. "Not the least like a Welshman."
Tony herself comes from far north of the Tweed.
The hotel was small, and the kitchen, apparently, not far away, for we could not avoid hearing sounds of what appeared to be a heated argument coming from the direction in which mine host had vanished. We were used to heated arguments in the hotels at which we had put up, but they had invariably taken place in Welsh, whereas this one was undoubtedly in English. s.n.a.t.c.hes of it reached our ears.
"... haven"t the pluck of a rabbit, Bill."
"... all very well, but----"
"I"m not afraid, I"ll----"
Then our host returned.
"It"s coming, it"s coming, it"s coming," he said, his hands thrust deep in his trousers pockets, jingling loose change in a manner that suggested agitation.
He stood looking down at us as though we were something he didn"t quite know what to do with, and then an idea seemed to strike him, and be vanished for a moment to reappear almost immediately in the square gap of the bar window.
"Have a drink while you"re waiting?" he asked, much more naturally.
I looked at my watch. It was half-past four. Very free-and-easy with the licensing laws, I thought.
"I thought six o"clock was opening time?" I said.
The thin man was overcome with confusion. His face flushed red, he shut the window down with a bang, and a moment after came round to us again.
"Awfully sorry," he stammered apologetically. "Might get the house a bad name. Deuced inconsiderate of--of my uncle not to leave me a book of the rules. Very bad break, that--what?"
Evidently Tony was not so much impressed by the eccentricities of our host as was I. She approved of the hotel and its situation, and had made up her mind to stop. I could tell it by her face as she addressed the proprietor.
"Have you accommodation if we should make up our minds to stay here for a few days?" she asked.
"Stay here? You want to stay?" he repeated, consternation written large all over his face. "Good G---- I mean certainly, of course, of course."
He bolted down the pa.s.sage like a rabbit, and we heard hoa.r.s.e whispering from the direction in which he had gone.
"Dotty?" I suggested.
"Not a bit of it," retorted Tony. "Nervous because he is new to his job, but very anxious to be obliging. We shall do splendidly here."
I shrugged my shoulders and said no more, because I know Tony. I have been married to her for years and years.
Light steps upon the tiles heralded something new--different, but equally surprising.
"Tea is served, madam, if you will step this way."
She was the apotheosis of all waitresses. Her frock was black, but it was of silk and finely cut. Her ap.r.o.n, of coa.r.s.e white cotton, was grotesque against it. She had neat little feet encased in high-heeled shoes, and her stockings were of silk. Her common cap that she wore sat coquettishly on her dark curls, and her face was charming, though petrified in that unnatural expression of distance which, as a rule, only the very best menials can attain.
There were no other guests in the coffee-room, and this marvel of maids devoted the whole of her attention to us, standing over us like a column of ice which thawed only to attend upon our wants. There was no getting past her veil of reticence. Tony tried her with questions, but "Yes, madam," "No, madam," and "Certainly, madam," appeared the sum of her vocabulary. Yet when we sent her to the kitchen for more hot water, we were conscious of a whispering and giggling which a.s.sured us that off the stage she could thaw.
"We must stay a day or two," said Tony. "I"m dying to paidle in that burn."
"My dear, how often have you promised me that you would never subject me to Scotch after we were married!" I protested.
"When I see a burn I e"en must juist paidle in it," retorted Tony, deliberately forswearing herself. "So we"ll book that room."
At that moment the celestial waitress returned with the hot water, and Tony made known her determination. I drive the car, but Tony supplies the driving-power.
"Certainly, madam. I shall speak to Mr. Gunthorpe." Quickly she returned.
"Number ten is vacant. The boots and chambermaid are both away at a sheep-trial, but we expect them back any moment. I shall show you the room, madam, and if you will leave the car, sir, until the boots returns----"
"That will be all right. No hurry, no hurry."
While we were examining our bedroom and finding it all that could be desired, I heard a car draw up before the hotel, and the sound of voices in conversation. A few minutes later, on going downstairs, I made the acquaintance of the boots. He was obviously awaiting me by my car, and touched his forelock in a manner rarely seen off the stage. He wore khaki cord breeches with leather leggings, a striped shirt open at the neck, and chewed a straw desperately. In no other respect did he resemble the boots of an out-of-the-way hotel.
"Garage round this way, sir," he said, guiding me to my destination, which, I found, already contained a two-seater of the same make as my own.
"Ripping little car, eh?" said the boots, chewing vigorously at his straw as he stood, his hands deep in what are graphically known as "go-to-h.e.l.l" pockets and his legs well straddled. "Hop over anything, what? Topping weather we"re having--been like this for weeks. If you don"t mind, old chap, you might wiggle her over this way a bit.
Something else might blow in, eh?"
I looked at this latest manifestation with undisguised astonishment, but he was imperturbable, and merely chewed his straw with renewed energy.
"That"s the stuff, old lad," he said, as I laid the car in position.
"What now? Shall I give you a hand up with the trunk, or will you hump it yourself? Don"t mind me a bit. I"m ready for anything."
He looked genial, but I found him familiar, so with a curt:
"Take it to number ten," I strode off to overtake Tony, whom I saw half-way down a rough path that led to her beloved "burn."
"I"ve seen the chambermaid," she said, when I overtook her. "Such a pretty girl, but very shy and unsophisticated. Quite a girl, but wears a wedding-ring."
I watched Tony "paidling" for some time, but as the amus.e.m.e.nt consisted mainly of getting her under-apparel wet, I grew tired of it, and climbed back to the hotel.
The bar-window was open once more in the little lounge, and Mr.
Gunthorpe was behind, his arms resting upon the ledge.
"Have a drink?" he said, as I entered. "It"s all right now. The balloon"s gone up."
I looked at my watch. It was after six o"clock.
"I"ll have a small Scotch and soda," I decided.