As a way of expressing the fact that Allerton had never eaten a meal with Letty the choice of words was neat.
"Well? What then?"
"Oh, nothink, sir. I was only thinkin" that, as madam was no longer "ere----"
Allerton wheeled round, his fingers clawing at the collar-stud, his face growing bloodless. "No longer here? What the deuce do you mean?"
"Oh, didn"t Mr. Rash know? Madam seems to "ave left us. I supposed that after I"d gone upstairs last night Mr. Rash and "er must "ave "ad some sort of hunderstandin"--and she went."
"Went?" Allerton"s tone was almost a scream. Leaping on the old man he took him by the shoulders, snaking him. "d.a.m.n you! Get it out! What are you trying to tell me?"
Steptoe quaked and cowered. "Why, nothink, sir. Only when William said as madam didn"t come down to "er breakfast I went to "er door and tapped--and there wasn"t no one in the room. Mr. Rash "ad better go and see for "imself."
The young man not only released the older one, but pushed him aside with a force which sent him staggering backwards. Over the stairs he scrambled, he plunged. Though he had never entered the back spare room since allotting it to Letty as her own he threw the door open now as if the place was on fire.
But by the time Steptoe had followed and reached the threshold Allerton had calmed suddenly. He stood in front of the open closet vaguely examining its contents. He picked up the little gold band, chucked it a few inches into the air, caught it, and put it down. He looked into the little leather purse, poured out its notes and pennies into his hand, replaced them, and put that also down again. He opened the old red volume lying on the table by the bed, finding _The Little Mermaid_ marked by two stiff dried sprays of dust flower, which more than ever merited its name. When he turned round to where Steptoe, white and scared by this time, was standing in the open doorway, his, Allerton"s, face was drawn, in mingled convulsion and bewilderment.
With two strides he was across the room.
"Tell me what you know about this, you confounded old schemer, before I kick you out."
Shivering and shaking, Steptoe nevertheless held himself with dignity.
"I"ll tell you what I know, Mr. Rash, though it ain"t very much. I know that madam "as "ad it in "er mind for some time past that unless she took steps Mr. Rash"d never be free to marry the young lydy what "e was in love with."
"What did she mean by taking steps?"
"I don"t know exactly, but I think it was the kind o" steps as"d give Mr. Rash "is release quicker nor any other."
Allerton"s arm was raised as if to strike a blow. "And you let her?"
The old face was set steadily. "I didn"t do nothin" but what Mr. Rash "imself told me to do."
"Told you to do?"
"Yes, Mr. Rash; six months ago; the mornin" after you"d brought madam into the "ouse. I was to get you out of the marriage, you said; but I think madam "as done it all of "er own haccord."
"But why? Why should she?"
Steptoe smiled, dimly. "Oh, don"t Mr. Rash see? Madam "ad give "erself to "im "eart and spirit and soul. If she couldn"t go to the good for "im, she"d go to the bad. So long as she served "im, it didn"t matter to madam what she done. And if I was Mr. Rash----"
Allerton"s spring was like that of a tiger. Before Steptoe felt that he had been seized he was on his back on the floor, with Allerton kneeling on his chest.
"You old reptile! I"m going to kill you."
"You may kill me, Mr. Rash, but it won"t make no difference to madam "avin" loved you----"
Two strong hands at his throat choked back more words, till the sound of his strangling startled Allerton into a measure of self-control. He scrambled to his feet again.
"Get up."
Steptoe dragged himself up, and after dusting himself with his fingers stood once more pa.s.sive and respectful, as if nothing violent had occurred.
"If I was Mr. Rash," he went on, imperturbably, "I"d let well enough alone."
It was Allerton who was breathless. "Wha--what do you mean by well enough alone?"
"Well the wye I see it, it"s this wye. Mr. Rash is married to one young lydy and wants to marry another." He broke off to ask, significantly: "I suppose that"d be so, Mr. Rash?"
"Well, what then?"
"Why, then, "e can"t marry the other young lydy till the young lydy what "e"s married to sets "im free. Now that young lydy what "e"s married to "as started out to set "im free, and if I was Mr. Rash I"d let "er."
"You"d let her throw herself away for me?"
"I"d let "er do anythink what"d show I knowed my own mind, Mr. Rash.
If it wouldn"t be steppin" out of my place to sye so, I wish Mr. Rash could tell which of these two young lydies "e wanted, and which "e"d be willin" for to----"
"How can I tell that when--when both have a claim on me?"
"Yes, but only one "as a clyme on Mr. Rash now. Madam "as given up "er clyme, so as to myke things easier for _"im_. There"s only one clyme now for Mr. Rash to think about, and that mykes everythink simple."
An embarra.s.sed cough drew Steptoe"s attention to the fact that someone was standing in the hall outside. It was William with a note on a silver tray. Beside the note stood a small square package, tied with a white ribbon, which looked as if it contained a piece of wedding cake.
His whisper of explanation was the word, "Wildgoose," but a c.o.c.king of his eye gave Steptoe to understand that William was quite aware of wading in the current of his employer"s love-affairs. Moreover, the fact that Steptoe and his master should be making so free with the little back spare room was in William"s judgment evidence of drama.
"What"s this?"
Glancing at the hand-writing on the envelope, and taking in the fact that a small square package, looking like a bit of wedding cake stood beside it, Allerton jumped back. Steptoe might have been presenting him with a snake.
"I don"t know, Mr. Rash. William "as just brought it up. Someone seems to "ave left it at the door."
As Steptoe continued to stand with his offering held out Allerton had no choice but to take up the letter and break the seal. He read it with little grunts intended to signify ironic laughter, but which betrayed no more than bitterness of soul.
"DEAR RASH:
I have come to see that we shall never get out of the impa.s.se in which we seem to have been caught unless someone takes a stand. I have therefore decided to take one. Of the three of us it is apparently easiest for me, so that I am definitely breaking our engagement and sending you back your ring. Any claim I may have had on you I give up of my own accord, so that as far as I am concerned you are free. This will simplify your situation, and enable you to act according to the dictates of your heart. Believe me, dear Rash, affectionately yours
BARBARA WALBROOK."
Though it was not his practice to take his valet into the secret of his correspondence the circ.u.mstances were exceptional. Allerton handed the letter to Steptoe without a word. As the old man was feeling for his gla.s.ses and adjusting them to his nose Mr. Rash turned absently away, picking up the volume of Hans Andersen, from which the sprays of dust flower tumbled out. On putting them back his eyes fell upon the words, which someone had marked with a pencil:
"Day by day she grew dearer to the prince; but he loved her as one loves a child. The thought of making her his queen never crossed his mind."
A spasm pa.s.sed over his face. He turned the page impatiently. Here he caught the words which had been underlined:
"I am with him every day. I will watch over him--love him--and sacrifice my life for him."
Shutting the book with a bang, and throwing it on the table, he wheeled round to where Steptoe, having folded the letter, was taking off his spectacles.
"Well, what do you say to that?"