"I didn"t know," said Rose, "you had a friend."
She meant what she would have called a lady friend.
"I"ve dozens," said Tanqueray, knowing what she meant.
"You haven"t told me this one"s name yet."
"Her name is Jane Holland."
It was Rose who became thoughtful now.
""As she anything to do with the Jane Holland that"s on those books of yours?"
"She wrote "em."
"You didn"t tell me you knew her."
"Didn"t I?"
"I suppose that"s how you knew her."
"Yes. That"s how I knew her."
"What made "er take to writin"? Is she married?"
"No."
"I see," said Rose, almost as if she really saw. "And wot shall I"ve to do?"
"You"ll write a pretty little note to her and ask her to tea."
"Oh dear!"
"You needn"t be afraid of her."
"I"m not afraid; but goodness knows what I shall find to talk about."
"You can talk about me."
"I suppose I _shall_ "ave to talk to her?"
"Well--yes. Or--I can talk to her."
Rose became very thoughtful indeed.
"Wot"s she like?"
He considered. What _was_ Jinny like? Like nothing on earth that Rose had ever seen.
"I mean," said Rose, "to look at."
"I don"t know that I can tell you what she"s like."
"Is she like Miss Kentish? You remember Miss Kentish at Hampstead?"
He smiled. "Not in the very least."
Rose looked depressed. "Is she like Mrs. "Enderson down at Fleet?"
"That"s nearer. But she"s not like Mrs. Henderson. She"s--she"s charming."
"So"s Mrs. "Enderson."
"It"s another sort of charm. I don"t even know whether you"d see it."
"Ah, _you_ should have seen Mrs. "Enderson with Baby. They was a perfect picture."
"That"s it. I can"t see Miss Holland with Baby. I can only see her by herself."
"I wish," said Rose, "she was married. Because, if she "ad been, there might be something----"
"Something?"
"Well--to talk about."
It was his turn to say "I see."
He knocked the ashes out of his pipe, thus closing the sitting, and settled down to a long correspondence in arrears.
At bed-time Rose spoke again.
"How old is she?" Rose said.
XVII
The next day at four o"clock Rose had on her best gown and was bright-eyed and pink. Brighter-eyed and pinker than Tanqueray had seen her for many weeks. She was excited, not so much by the prospect of seeing Miss Holland as by the beautiful vision of her tea-table. There was a cake with sugar icing on it, and bread and b.u.t.ter rolled as Rose had seen it rolled at Fleet. She had set out the tea-service that her aunt had given her for a wedding-present. The table cloth had a lace edge to it which gratified Rose whenever she thought of it. Tanqueray had on his nicest suit, and Rose"s gaze travelled up and down it, and paused in ecstasy at his necktie.
"You do pay for dressin"," she said.
"I do indeed," said Tanqueray.
Rose got on very well at tea-time. It was marvellous how many things she found to say. The conversation really made itself. She had only to sit there and ask Miss Holland how she liked her tea, weak or strong, and if she took so much milk or a little drop more, and sugar, one lump or two lumps, and that sized lump or a little larger? She spun it out till George was ready to begin talking. And there came a beautiful and sacred silence while Rose made Tanqueray"s tea and gave it him.
After seven months it was still impossible for Rose to hide her deep delight in waiting on him. More than once her eyes turned from Jane to watch him in the wonderful and interesting acts of eating and drinking.