It was cursing the girl which reminded him that he had allowed more than the necessary time for his breakfast to be ready for consumption.
Hurrying back to the kitchen he found the egg gracefully dancing as the water boiled. He fished it out with a spoon and took it in his hand, but he didn"t keep it there. Dashing it to the table, whence it crashed upon the floor, he positively screamed.
"Curse the girl!"
He cursed her now licking and sucking the tips of his fingers and examining them to see if they were scalded. No such calamity having occurred he took up the coffee pot, leaving the mashed egg where it lay. Ladling a spoonful of sugar into a cup, and adding the usual milk, he poured in the coffee, which became a muddy dark brown mixture, with what appeared to be a porridge of seeds floating on the top. One sip, which induced a diabolical grimace, and he threw the beverage at the opposite wall as if it was a man he meant to insult.
"Curse the girl!"
The appeal to the darker powers being accompanied now by a series of up-to-date terms of objurgation, the mere act of utterance, mental or articulate, churned him to a frenzy. Seizing the coffee pot which he had replaced on the gas stove he hurled it too against the wall. It struck, splathered the hideous liquor over a hideous calsomining which had once been blue, and fell to the floor like a living thing knocked insensible.
The resemblance maddened him still more. It might have been Letty, struck down after having provoked him beyond patience. He rushed at it. He hurled it again. He hurled it again. He hurled it again. The exercise gave relief not only to his lawful resentment against Letty, but to those angers over his luck of last night which as "a good loser" he hadn"t been at liberty to show. No one knew the repressions he was obliged to put upon himself; but now his inhibitions could come off in this solitary pa.s.sion of destruction.
When the coffee pot was a mere shapeless ma.s.s he picked up the empty cup. It was a thick stone-china cup, with a bar meant to protect his mustache across the top, a birthday present from Letty"s mother. The a.s.sociation of memories acted as a further stimulus. Smash! After the cup went the stone-china sugar bowl. Smash! After the sugar bowl the plate with the yellow chunk of b.u.t.ter. Smash! After the b.u.t.ter plate the milk jar, a clumsy, lumpy thing, which merely gurgled out a splash of milk and fell without breaking.
"Curse the girl! Curse the girl! Curse the girl! I"ll learn her to go away and leave me! I"ll find her and drag her back if she"s in...."
Chapter X
While Letty was beginning a new experience Judson Flack was doing his best to carry out his threat. That is to say, he was making the round of the studios in which his step-daughter had occasionally found work, discreetly asking if she had been there that day. It was all he could think of doing. To the best of his knowledge she had no friends with whom she could have taken refuge, though the suspicion crossed his mind that she might have drowned herself to spite him.
As a matter of fact Letty was asking the question if she wasn"t making a mistake in not doing so, either literally or morally. Never before in her life had she been up against this problem of insufficiency.
Among the hard things she had known she had not known this; and now that she was involved in it, it seemed to her harder than everything else put together.
In her humble round, bitter as it was, she had always been considered competent. It was the sense of her competence that gave her the self-respect enabling her to bear up. According to her standards she could keep house cleverly, and could make a dollar go as far as other girls made two. When she got her first chance in a studio, through an acquaintance of Judson Flack"s, she didn"t shrink from it, and had more than once been chosen by a director to be that member of a crowd who moves in the front and expresses the crowd psychologically. Had she only had the clothes....
And now she was to have them. As far as that went she was not merely glad; she was one sheer quiver of excitement. It was not the end she shrank from; it was the means. If she could only have had fifty dollars to go "poking round" where she knew that bargains could be found, she might have enjoyed the prospect; but Steptoe could only "take measures" on the grand scale to which he was accustomed.
The grand scale frightened her, chiefly because she was dressed as she was dressed. It was her first thought and her last one. When Steptoe told her the hour at which he had asked Eugene to bring round the car the mere vision of herself stepping into it made her want to sink into the ground. Eugene didn"t live in the house--she had discovered that--and so would bring the stare of another pair of eyes under whose scrutiny she would have to pa.s.s. Those of the three women having already scorched her to the bone, she would have to be scorched again.
She tried to say this to Steptoe, as they stood in the drawing-room window waiting for the car; but she didn"t know how to make him understand it. When she tried to put it into words, the right words wouldn"t come. Steptoe had taken as general what she was trying to explain to him in particular.
"It"ll be very important to madam to fyce what"s "ard, and to do it bryve like. It"ll be the mykin" of "er if she can. "Umble "ill is pretty stiff to climb; but them as gets to the top of it is tough."
She thought this over silently. He meant that if she set herself to take humiliations as they came, dragging herself up over them, she would be the stronger for it in the end.
"It"d "ave been better for Mr. Rashleigh," he mused, "if "e"d "ad "ad somethink of the kind to tackle in "is life; it"d "ave myde "im more of a man. But because "e adn"t--Did madam ever notice," he broke off to ask, ""ow them as "as everythink myde easy for "em begins right off to myke things "ard for theirselves. It"s a kind of law like. It"s just as if nyture didn"t mean to let no one escype. When a man"s got no troubles you can think of, "e"ll go to work to create "em."
"Didn"t _he_"--she had never yet p.r.o.nounced the name of the man who had married her--"didn"t _he_ ever have any troubles?"
""E was fretted terrible--crossed like--rubbed up the wrong wye, as you might sye,--but a real trouble like what you and me "ave "ad plenty of--never! It"s my opinion that trouble is to char-_ac_-ter what a peg"ll be to a creepin" vine--something to which the vine"ll "ook on and pull itself up by. Where there"s nothink to ketch on to the vine"ll grow; but it"ll grow in a "eap of flop." There was a tremor in his tone as he summed up. "That"s somethink like my poor boy."
Letty found this interesting. That in these exalted circles there could be a need of refining chastis.e.m.e.nt came to her as a surprise.
"The wife as I"ve always "oped for "im," Steptoe went on, "is one that"d know what trouble was, and "ow to fyce it. "E"d myke a grand "usband to a woman who was--strong. But she"d "ave to be the wall what the creepin" vine could cover all over and--and beautify."
"That wouldn"t be me."
"If I was madam I wouldn"t be so sure of that. It don"t do to undervalyer your own powers. If I"d "a done that I wouldn"t "a been where I am to-dye. Many"s the time, when I was no more than a poor little foundlin" boy in a "ome I"ve said to myself, I"m fit for somethink big. Somethink big I always meant to be. When it didn"t seem possible for me to aim so "igh I"d myde up my mind to be a valet and a butler. It comes--your hambition does. What you"ve first got to do is to form it; and then you"ve got to stick to it through thick and thin."
To say what she said next Letty had to break down barrier beyond barrier of inhibition and timidity. "And if I was to--to form the--the ambition--to be--to be the kind of wall you was talkin" about just now----"
"That wouldn"t be hambition; it"d be--consecrytion."
He allowed her time to get the meaning of this before going on.
"But madam mustn"t expect not to find it "ard. Consecrytion is always "ard, by what I can myke out. When Mr. Rash was a little "un "e used to get Miss Pye, "is governess, to read to "im a fairy tyle about a little mermaid what fell in love with a prince on land. Bein" in love with "im she wanted to be with "im, natural like; but there she was in one element, as you might sye, and "im in another."
"That"d be like me."
"Which is why I"m tellin" madam of the story. Well, off the little mermaid goes to the sea-witch to find out "ow she could get rid of "er fish"s tyle and "ave two feet for to walk about in the prince"s palace. Well, the sea-witch she up and tells "er what she"d "ave to do. Only, says she, if you do that you"ll "ave to pye for it with every step you tykes; for every step you tykes"ll be like walkin" on sharp blydes. Now, says she, to the little mermaid, do you think it"d be worth while?"
In Letty"s eyes all the stars glittered with her eagerness for the denouement. "And did she think it was worth while--the little mermaid?"
"She did; but I"ll give madam the tyle to read for "erself. It"s in the syme little book what Miss Pye used to read out of--up in Mr.
Rash"s old nursery."
With the pride of a royal thing conscious of its royalty the car rolled to the door and stopped. It was the prince"s car, while she, Letty, was a mermaid born in an element different from his, and enc.u.mbered with a fish"s tail. She must have shown this in her face, for Steptoe said, with his fatherly smile:
"Madam may "ave to walk on blydes--but it"ll be in the Prince"s palace."
It"ll be in the Prince"s palace! Letty repeated this to herself as she followed him out to the car. Holding the door open for her, Eugene, who had been told of her romance, touched his cap respectfully. When she had taken her seat he tucked the robe round her, respectfully again. Steptoe marked the social difference between them by sitting beside Eugene.
Rolling down Fifth Avenue Letty was as much at a loss to account for herself as Elijah must have been in the chariot of fire. She didn"t know where she was going. She was not even able to ask. The succession of wonders within twenty-four hours blocked the working of her faculties. She thought of the girls who sneered at her in the studios--she thought of Judson Flack--and of what they would say if they were to catch a glimpse of her.
She was not so unsophisticated as to be without some appreciation of the quarter of New York in which she found herself. She knew it was the "swell" quarter. She knew that the world"s symbols of money and display were concentrated here, and that in some queer way she, poor waif, had been given a command of them. One day homeless, friendless, and penniless, and the next driving down Fifth Avenue in a limousine which might be called her own!
The motor was slowing down. It was drawing to the curb. They had reached the place to which Steptoe had directed Eugene. Letty didn"t have to look at the name-plate to know she was where the great stars got their gowns, and that she was being invited into Margot"s!
You know Margot"s, of course. A great international house, Margot--the secret is an open one--is but the incognita of a business-like English countess who finds it financially profitable to sign articles on costume written by someone else, and be sponsor for the newest fashions which someone else designs. As a way of turning an impoverished historic t.i.tle to account it is as good as any other.
Without knowing who Margot was Letty knew what she was. She couldn"t have frequented studios without hearing that much, and once or twice in her wanderings about the city she had paused to admire the door. It was all there was to admire, since Margot, to Letty"s regret, didn"t display confections behind plate-gla.s.s.
It was a Flemish chateau which had been a residence before business had traveled above Forty-second Street. A man in livery would have barred them from pa.s.sing the wrought-iron grille had it not been for the car from which they had emerged. Only people worthy of being customers of the house could afford such cars, and he saw that Steptoe was a servant. What Letty was he couldn"t see, for servants of great houses never looked so nondescript.
In the great hall a beautiful staircase swept to an upper floor, but apart from a Louis Seize mirror and console flanked by two Louis Seize chairs there was nothing and no one to be seen. Steptoe turned to the right into a vast saloon with a cinnamon-colored carpet and walls of cool French gray. A group of gilded chairs were the only furnishings, except for a gilded canape between two French windows draped with cinnamon-colored hangings. A French fender with French andirons filled the fireplace, and on the white marble mantelpiece stood a _garniture de cheminee_, a clock and two vases, in biscuit de Sevres.
At the end of the room opposite the windows a woman in black, with coiffure a la Marcel, sat at a white-enamelled desk working with a ledger. A second woman in black, also with coiffure a la Marcel, stood holding open the doors of a white-enamelled wardrobe, gazing at its multi-colored contents. Two other women in black, still with coiffure a la Marcel, were bending over a white-enamelled drawer in a series of white-enamelled drawers, discussing in low tones. There were no customers. For such a house the season had not yet begun. Though in this saloon voices were pitched as low as for conversation in a church, the sharp catgut calls of Frenchwomen--and of French dressmakers especially--came from a room beyond.
Overawed by this vastness, simplicity, and solemnity, Steptoe and Letty stood barely within the door, waiting till someone noticed them.
No one did so till the woman holding open the wardrobe doors closed them and turned round. She did not come forward at once; she only stared at them. Still keeping her eye on the newcomers she called the attention of the ladies occupied with the drawer, who lifted themselves up. They too stared. The lady at the desk stared also.
It was the lady of the wardrobe who advanced at last, slowly, with dignity, her hands genteelly clasped in front of her. She seemed to be saying, "No, we don"t want any," or, "I"m sorry we"ve nothing to give you," by her very walk. Letty, with her gift for dramatic interpretation, could see this, though Steptoe, familiar as he was with ladies whom he would have cla.s.sed as ""igher," was not daunted.
He too went forward, meeting madam half way.