"Then--I think--you"d perhaps better send Rose to me."
"Sir?"
"Please send her to me. I want her."
"And you may want her, sir. Rose isn"t here."
"Not here? Where is she? I must see her."
"Rose is visitin" in the country, for her "ealth."
"Her health? Is she ill?"
Mrs. Eldred executed a vast gesture that dismissed Rose.
"Where is she?" he repeated. "I"ll go down and see her."
"You will not, sir. Her uncle wouldn"t hear of it."
"But, by G.o.d! he shall hear of it."
He rang the bell with fury.
"It"s no use your ringin", sir. Eldred"s out."
"What have you done this for?"
"To get the child out of harm"s way, sir. We"re not blamin" you, sir.
We"re blamin" "er."
"Her? Her?"
"Properly speakin", we"re not blamin" anybody. We"re no great ones for blamin", me and Eldred. But, if you"ll excuse my sayin" so, sir, there"s a party would be glad of your rooms next month, a party takin" the "ole "ouse, and if you would be so good as to try and suit yourself elsewhere----Though we don"t want to put you to no inconvenience, sir."
It was extraordinary, but the more Mrs. Eldred"s meaning was offensive, the more her manner was polite. He reflected long afterwards that, really, a lady, in such difficult circ.u.mstances, could hardly have acquitted herself better.
"Oh, is that all? I"ll go. But you"ll give me Rose"s address."
"You leave Rose alone, sir. Rose"s address don"t concern you."
"Rose"s address concerns me a good deal more than my own, I can tell you. So you"d better give it me."
"Look "ere, sir. Are you actin" honest by that girl, or are you not?"
"What the devil do you mean by asking me that?"
His violence made her immense bulk tremble; but her soul stood firm.
"I dessay you mean no "arm, sir. But we can"t "ave you playin" with "er.
That"s all."
"Playing with her? Playing?"
"Yes, playin". Wot else is it? You know, sir, you ain"t thinkin" of marryin" "er."
"That"s just what I am thinking of."
"You "aven"t told _"er_ that."
"I _have_ told her. And, by Heaven! I"ll do it."
"You mean that, sir?"
"Of course I mean it. What else should I mean?"
She sat meditating, taking it in slowly.
"You"ll never make "er "appy, sir. Nor she you."
"She and I are the best judges of that."
""Ave you spoke to "er?"
"Yes. I told you I had."
"Not a word "ave she said to _me_."
"Well, I dare say she wouldn"t."
"Sir?"
"She wouldn"t have me."
Mrs. Eldred"s lower lip dropped, and she stared at Tanqueray.
"She wouldn"t "ave you? Then, depend upon it, that"s wot made "er ill."
"Ill?"
"Yes, ill, sir. Frettin", I suppose."
"Where"s that address? Give it me at once."
"No, sir, I da.r.s.en"t give it you. Eldred"d never forgive me."
"Haven"t I told you I"m going to marry her?"
"I don"t know, sir, as "ow Rose"ll marry _you_. When she"s set, she"s set. And if you"ll forgive my saying it, sir, Rose is a good girl, but she"s not in your cla.s.s, sir, and it isn"t suitable. And Rose, I dessay, she"s "ad the sense to see it so."