"No. But I can see that somebody"s been annoying you, and I think I can guess pretty well who it is, too. Nothing would please me more than to "ave five minutes" private conversation with that person." He was thinking of Miss Harden now.
"You mustn"t dream of it. It wouldn"t do, you know; it really wouldn"t. Look here, promise me you"ll never say a word."
"Well it"s safe enough to promise. There aren"t many opportunities of meeting."
"No, that"s the worst of it, there aren"t now. Still, you might meet him any minute on the stairs, or anywhere. And if you go saying things you"ll only make him angry."
"Oh it"s a him, is it?" (_Now_ he was thinking of Soper.) "_I_ know.
Don"t say Soper"s been making himself unpleasant."
"He"s always unpleasant."
"Is he? By "Eaven, if I catch him!"
"Do be quiet. It isn"t Mr. Soper."
"Isn"t it?"
"No. How could it be? You don"t call Mr. Soper _nice_, do you?"
Spinks was really quiet for a moment. "I say, Flossie, have you and Rickets been "aving a bit of a tiff?"
"What do you want to know that for? It"s nothing to you."
"Well, it isn"t just my curiosity. It"s because I might be able to help you, Floss, if you didn"t mind telling me what it was. I"m not a clever fellow, but there"s no one in this house understands old Razors as well as I do."
"Then you must be pretty sharp, for I can"t understand him at all. Has he been saying anything to you?"
"Oh no, he wouldn"t say anything. You don"t talk about these things, you know."
"I thought he might--to you."
"Me? I"m the very last person he"d dream of talking to."
"I thought you were such friends."
"So we are. But you see he never talks about you to me, Flossie."
"Why ever not?"
"That"s why. Because we"re friends. Because he wouldn"t think it fair--"
"Fair to who?"
"To me, of course."
"Why shouldn"t it be fair to you?" Her eyes, close-lidded, were fixed upon the floor. As long as she looked at him Spinks held himself well in hand; but the sudden withdrawing of those dangerous weapons threw him off his guard.
"Because he knows I--Oh hang it all, that"s what I swore I wouldn"t say."
"You haven"t said it."
"No, but I"ve made you see it."
His handsome face stiffened with horror at his stupidity. To let fall the slightest hint of his feeling was, he felt, the last disloyalty to Rickman. He had a vague idea that he ought instantly to go. But instead of going he sat there, silent, fixing on his own enormity a mental stare so concentrated that it would have drawn Flossie"s attention to it, if she had not seen it all the time.
"If there"s anything to see," said she, "there"s no reason why I shouldn"t see it."
"P"raps not. There"s every reason, though, why I should have held my silly tongue."
"Why, what difference does it make?"
"It doesn"t make any difference to you, of course, and it can"t make any difference--really--to him; but it"s a downright dishonourable thing to do, and that makes a jolly lot of difference to me. You see, I haven"t any business to go and feel like this."
"Oh well, you can"t help your feelings, can you?" she said softly.
"Anybody may have feelings--"
"Yes, but a decent chap, you know, wouldn"t let on that he had any--at least, not when the girl he--he--you know what I mean, it"s what I mustn"t say--when she and the other fellow weren"t hitting it off very well together."
"Oh, you think it might make a difference then?"
"No, I don"t--not reelly. It"s only the feeling I have about it, don"t you see. It seems somehow so orf"ly mean. Razors wouldn"t have done it if it had been me, you know."
"But it couldn"t have been you."
"Of course it couldn"t," said the miserable Spinks with a weak spurt of anger; "that was only my way of putting it."
"What are you driving at? What ever did you think I said?"
"Never mind what you said. You"re making me talk about it, and I said I wouldn"t."
"When did you say that?"
"Ages ago--when Rickets first told me you--and he--"
"Oh that? That was so long ago that it doesn"t matter much now."
"Oh, doesn"t it though, it matters a jolly sight more. You said"
(there was bitterness in his tone), "you said it couldn"t have been me. As if I didn"t know that."
"I didn"t mean it couldn"t have been you, not in that way. I only meant that you"d have--well, you"d have behaved very differently, if it had been you; and so I believe you would."
"You don"t know how I"d "ave behaved."
"I"ve a pretty good idea, though." She looked straight at him this time, and he grew strangely brave.
"Look here, Flossie," he said solemnly, "you know--as I"ve just let it out--that I"m most orf"ly gone on you. I don"t suppose there"s anything I wouldn"t do for you except--well, I really don"t know what you"re driving at, but if it"s anything to do with Razors, I"d rather not hear about it, if you don"t mind. It isn"t fair, really. You see, it"s putting me in such a "orribly delicate position."
"I don"t think you"re very kind, Sidney. You don"t think of me, or what sort of a position you put me in. I"m sure I wouldn"t have said a word, only you asked me to tell you all about it; you needn"t say you didn"t."