"Quite so, miss. And when was it you"d be likely to call?"
"This afternoon about four-thirty. Perhaps you could arrange to have me see her alone."
"Oh, there ain"t likely to be no one "ere, miss."
"And another thing, Steptoe. Mr. Allerton has asked me just to call as an old friend of his. So you"ll please not say to her that--well, anything about me. I"m sure you understand."
Steptoe replied that he did understand, and having put up the receiver he pondered.
What could it mean? What could be back of it? How would this unsophisticated girl meet so skilful an antagonist. That Miss Walbrook was coming as an antagonist he had no doubt. In his own occasional meetings with her she had always been a superior, a commander, to whom even he, "Enery Steptoe, had been a servitor requiring no further consideration. With so gentle an opponent as madam she would order and be obeyed.
At the same time he could not alarm madam, or allow her to shirk the encounter. She had that in her, he was sure, which couldn"t but win out, however much she might be at a disadvantage. His part would be to reduce her disadvantages to a minimum, allowing her strong points to tell. Her strong points, he reckoned, were innocence, an absence of self-consciousness, and, to the worldly-wise, a disconcerting candor.
Steptoe a.n.a.lyzed in the spirit and not verbally; but he a.n.a.lyzed.
For Letty the morning had been feverish, chiefly because of her uncertainty. Was it the wish of the prince that she should go, or was it not? If it was his wish, why had he not let her? If, on the other hand, he desired her to stay, what did he mean to do with her? He had pa.s.sed her on the way out to breakfast at the Club--she had been standing in the hall--and he had smiled.
What was the significance of that smile? She sat down in the library to think. She sat down in the chair she had occupied while he lay on the couch, and reconstructed that scene which now, for all her life, would thrill her with emotional memories. There he had lain, his head on the very indentation which the cushion still bore, his feet here, where she had pressed her lips to them. She had actually had her hand on his brow, she had smoothed back his hair, and had hardly noted at the time that such was her extraordinary privilege.
She came back to the fact that he had smiled at her. It would have been an enchanting smile from anyone, but coming from a prince it had all the romantic effulgence with which princes" smiles are infused.
How much of that romantic effulgence came automatically from the prince because he was a prince, and how much of it was inspired by herself? Was any of it inspired by herself? When all was said and done this last was the great question.
It brought her where so many things brought her, to the dream of love at first sight. Could it have happened to him as it had happened to herself? It was so much in her mental order of things that she was far from considering it impossible. Improbable, yes; she would admit as much as that; but impossible, no! To be sure she had been in the old gray rag; but Steptoe had informed her that there were kings who went about falling in love with beggar-maids. She would have loved being one of those beggar-maids; and after all, was she not?
True, there was the other girl; but Letty found it hard to see her as a reality. Besides, she had, in appearance at least, treated him badly. Might it not easily have come about that she, Letty, had caught his heart in the rebound? She quite understood that if the prince _had_ fallen in love with her at first sight, there might be convulsion in his inner self without, as yet, a comprehension on his part of the nature of his pa.s.sion.
She had reached this point when Steptoe entered the library on one of his endless tasks of re-arranging that which seemed to be in sufficiently good order. Putting the big desk to rights he said over his shoulder:
"Perhaps I"d better tell madam as she"s to "ave a caller this afternoon."
Letty sprang up in alarm. "A--_what_?"
"A lydy what"ll myke a call. Oh, madam don"t need to be afryde. She"s an old friend o" Mr. Rash"s, and"ll want, no doubt, to be a friend o"
madam too."
"But what does she know about me?"
"Mr. Rash must "a told "er. She spoke to me just now on the telephone, and seemed to know everything. She said she"d be "ere this afternoon about four-thirty, if madam"d be so good as to give "er a cup o"
tea."
"Me?"
Having invented the cup of tea for his own purpose Steptoe went on to explain further. "It"s what the "igh lydies mostly gives each other about "alf past four or five o"clock, and madam couldn"t homit it without seemin" as if she didn"t know what"s what. It"ll be very important for madam to tyke "er position from the start. If the lydy is comin" friendly like she"d be "urt if madam wasn"t friendly too."
Letty had seen the giving and taking of tea in more than one scene in the movies, and had also, from a discreet corner, witnessed the enacting of it right in the "set" on the studio lot. She remembered one time in particular when Luciline Lynch, the star in _Our Crimson Sins_, had driven Frank Redgar, the director, almost out of his senses by her inability to get the right turn of the wrist. Letty, too, had been almost out of her senses with the longing to be in Luciline Lynch"s place, to do the thing in what was obviously the way. But now that she was confronted with the opportunity in real life she saw the situation otherwise.
"And I won"t be able to talk right," was the difficulty she raised next.
"That"ll be a chance for madam to listen and ketch on. She"s horfly quick, madam is, and by listenin" to Miss Walbrook, that"s the lydy"s nyme, and listenin" to "erself--" He broke off to emphasize this line of suggestion--"it"s listenin" to "erself that"ll "elp madam most.
It"s a thing as "ardly no one does. If they did they"d be "orrified at their squawky voices and bad pernounciation. If I didn"t listen to myself, why, I"d talk as bad as anyone, but--Well, as I sye, this"ll give madam a chance. All the time what Miss Walbrook is speakin" madam can be listenin" to "er and listenin" to "erself too, and if she mykes mistykes this time she"ll myke fewer the next."
Letty was pondering these hints as he continued.
"Now if madam wouldn"t think me steppin" out of my plyce I"d suggest that me and "er "as a little tea of our own like--right now--in the drorin" room--and I"ll be Miss Walbrook--and William"ll be William--and madam"ll be madam--and we"ll get it letter-perfect before "and, just as with Mary Ann Courage and Jyne."
No sooner said than done. Letty was already wearing the white filmy thing with the copper-sash, buried with solemn rites on the previous night, but disinterred that morning, which did very well as a tea-gown. Steptoe placed her in the corner of the sofa which the lyte Mrs. Allerton had generally occupied when "receivin" company", and William brought in the tea-equipage on a gorgeous silver tray.
Before he did this it had been necessary to school William to his part, which, to do him justice, he carried out with becoming gravity.
Any reserves he might have felt were expressed to Golightly by a wink behind Steptoe"s back before he left the kitchen. The wink was the more expressive owing to the fact that Golightly and William had already summed up the old fellow as "balmy on the bean," while their part was to humor him. Plain as a bursting sh.e.l.l seemed to William Miss Gravely"s position in the household, and Steptoe"s chivalry toward her an eccentricity which a sense of humor could enjoy.
Otherwise they justified his reading of the fundamental non-morality of men, in bringing no condemnation to bear on anyone concerned. Being themselves two almost incapacitated heroes, with jobs likely to prove "soft," it was wise, they felt, to enter into Steptoe"s comedy. At half past ten in the morning, therefore, Golightly prepared tea and b.u.t.tered toast, while William arranged the tea-tray with those over-magnificent appointments which had been "the lyte Mrs. Allerton"s tyste."
From her corner of the sofa Letty heard the butler announce, in a voice stately but not stentorian: "Miss Barbara Walbrook."
He was so near the door that to step out and step in again was the work of a second. In stepping in again he trod daintily, wriggling the back part of his person, better to simulate the feminine. In order that Letty should nowhere be caught unaware he put out his hand languidly, back upward, as princesses do when they expect it to be kissed.
"So delighted to find you at "ome, Mrs. Allerton. It"s such a very fine dye I was sure as you"d be out."
Rising from her corner Letty shook the relaxed hand as she might have shaken a dog"s tail. "Very pleased to meet you."
From the histrionic Steptoe lapsed at once into the critical. "I think if madam was to sye, "So glad to be _at_ "ome, Miss Walbrook; do let me ring for tea," it"d be more like the lyte Mrs. Allerton."
Obediently Letty repeated this formula, had the bell pointed out to her, and rang. The ladies having seated themselves, Miss Walbrook continued to improvise on the subject of the weather.
"Some o" these October dyes"ll be just like summer time! and then agyne there"ll be a nip in the wind as"ll fairly freeze you. A good time o" year to get out your furs, and I"m sure I "ope as "ow the moths "aven"t gone and got at "em. Horfly nasty things them moths.
They sye as everything in the world "as a use; but I"m sure I don"t see what use there is for moths, eatin" "oles in the seats of gentlemen"s trousers, no matter what you do to keep the coat-closet aired--and everything like that. What do you sye, Mrs. Allerton?"
Letty was relieved of the necessity of answering by the entrance of William with the tray, after which her task became easier. Used to making "a good cup of tea" in an ordinary way, the doing it with this formal ceremoniousness was only a matter of revision. As if it was yesterday she recalled the instructions given to Luciline Lynch, "Lemon?--cream?--one lump?--two lumps?" so that Miss Walbrook was startled by her readiness. She, Miss Walbrook, was betrayed, in fact, into some confusion of personality, stating that she would have cream and no sugar, and that furthermore Englishmen like herself "ardly ever took lemon in their tea, and in her opinion no one ever did to whom the tea-drinking "abit was "abitual.
"It"s a question of tyste," Miss Walbrook continued, sipping with a soft siffling noise in the way he considered to be ladylike. "Them that "as drunk tea with their mother"s milk, as you might sye, "ll tyke cream and sugar, one or both; but them that "as picked up the "abit in lyter life "ll often condescend to lemon."
What the rehearsal did for Letty was to make the mechanical task familiar, while she concentrated her attention on Miss Walbrook.
It has to be admitted that to Barbara Walbrook Letty was a shock.
Having worked for two years in the Bleary Street Settlement she had her preconceived ideas of what she was to find, and she found something so different that her first consciousness was that of being "sold."
Steptoe had received her at the door, and having ushered her into the drawing-room announced, "Miss Barbara Walbrook," as if she had been calling on a d.u.c.h.ess. From the semi-obscurity of the back drawing-room a small lithe figure came forward a step or two. The small lithe figure was wearing a tea-gown of which so practiced an eye as Miss Walbrook"s could not but estimate the provenance and value, while a sweet voice said:
"I"m so glad to be at home, Miss Walbrook. Do let me ring for tea."
Before a protest could be voiced the bell had been rung, so that Miss Walbrook found herself sitting in the chair Steptoe had used in the morning, and listening to her hostess as you listen to people in a dream.
"Beautiful weather for October, isn"t it? Some of these October days"ll be just like summer time. And then again there"ll be a nip in the wind that"ll fairly freeze you. A good time of year to get out your furs, isn"t it? and I"m sure I hope the moths ain"t--haven"t--got at them. Awfully nasty things moths----"
Letty"s further efforts were interrupted by William bearing the tray as he had borne it in the morning, and in the minutes of silence while he placed it Miss Walbrook could go through the mental process known as pulling oneself together.
But she couldn"t pull herself together without a sense of outrage. She had expected to feel shame, vicariously for Rash; she had not expected to be asked to take part in a horrible bit of play-acting. This dressing-up; this mock hospitality; this desecration of the things which "dear Mrs. Allerton" had used; this mingling of ignorance and pretentiousness, inspired a rage prompting her to fling the back of her hand at the ridiculous creature"s face. She couldn"t do that, of course. She couldn"t even express herself as she felt. She had come on a mission, and she must carry out that mission; and to carry out the mission she must be as suave as her indignation would allow of. _She_ was morally the mistress of this house. Rash and all Rash owned belonged to _her_. To see this strumpet sitting in her place....
It did nothing to calm her that while she was pressing Rash"s ring into her flesh, beneath her glove, this vile thing was wearing a plain gold band, just as if she was married. She could understand that if they had absurdly walked through an absurd ceremony the absurd minister who performed it might have insisted on this absurd symbol; but it should have been s.n.a.t.c.hed from the creature"s hand the minute the business was ended. They owed that to _her_. _Hers_ was the only claim Rash had to consider, and to allow this farce to be enacted beneath his roof....
But she remembered that Letty didn"t know who she was, or why she had come, or the degree to which she, Barbara Walbrook, saw through this foolery.