"You know, I think you"d be doing good. I"ve had a horrible week--canva.s.sing, and standing in the streets, and shouting, and reading leaders, and arguing, and saying, "My point is perfectly simple," and--and--swearing, and all sorts of things. It"s awfully jolly to--to feel that there"s always--well, all THIS," and I looked round the room, "to come back to."
"Isn"t that beautiful Miss Ellison I introduced you to just now part of "all this"?"
"Oh yes, it"s all part; but--"
Miss Middleton sighed.
"Then that nice young man with the bald head will have to go without. But I only said I"d SEE if I could give him one. And I have seen, haven"t I?"
The band really stopped this time, and we found a comfortable corner.
"That"s very jolly of you," I said, as I leant back lazily and happily. "Now let"s talk about Christmas."
III.--ANOTHER MILESTONE
"You"re very thoughtful," said Miss Middleton. "What"s the matter?"
"I am extremely unhappy," I confessed.
"Oh, but think of Foster and Hobbs and Woolley."
I thought of Foster; I let my mind dwell upon Hobbs. It was no good.
"I am still rather sad," I said.
"Why? Doesn"t anybody love you?"
"Millions adore me fiercely. It isn"t that at all. The fact is I"ve just had a birthday."
"Oh, I AM sorry. Many happy--"
"Thank you."
"I thought it was to-morrow," Miss Middleton went on eagerly. "And I"d bought a cricketing set for you, but I had to send it back to have the bails sawn in two. Or would you rather have had a bicycle?"
"I"d rather have had nothing. I want to forget about my birthday altogether."
"Oh, are you as old as that?"
"Yes," I said sadly, "I am as old as that. I have pa.s.sed another landmark. I"m what they call getting on."
We gazed into the fire in silence for some minutes.
"If it"s any comfort to you," said Miss Middleton timidly, "to know that you don"t LOOK any older than you did last week--"
"I"m not sure that I feel any older."
"Then, except for birthdays, how do you know you ARE older?"
I looked at her and saw that I could trust her.
"May I confess to you?" I asked.
"But of course!" she cried eagerly. "I love confessions." She settled herself comfortably in her chair. "Make it as horrible as you can," she begged.
I picked a coal out of the fire with the tongs and lit my cigarette.
"I know that I"m getting old," I said; "I know that my innocent youth is leaving me, because of the strange and terrible things which I find myself doing."
"Oo-o-o-oh," said Miss Middleton happily to herself.
"Last Monday, about three o"clock in the afternoon, I--No, I can"t tell you this. It"s too awful."
"Is it very bad?" said Miss Middleton wistfully.
"Very. I don"t think you--Oh, well, if you must have it, here it is.
Last Monday I suddenly found myself reading carefully and with every sign of interest a little pamphlet on--LIFE INSURANCE!"
Miss Middleton looked at me quickly, smiled suddenly, and then became very grave.
"I appeared," I went on impressively, "to be thinking of insuring my life."
"Have you done it?"
"No, certainly not. I drew back in time. But it was a warning--it was the writing on the wall."
"Tell me some more," said Miss Middleton, after she had allowed this to sink in.
"Well, that was Monday afternoon. I told myself that in the afternoon one wasn"t quite responsible, that sometimes one was only half awake. But on Tuesday morning I was horrified to discover myself--before breakfast--DOING DUMB-BELLS!"
"The smelling-salts--quick!" said Miss Middleton, as she closed her eyes.
"Doing dumb-bells. Ten lunges to the east, ten lunges to the west, ten lunges--"
"Were you reducing your figure?"
"I don"t know what I was doing. But there I found myself on the cold oil-cloth, lunging away--lunging and lunging and--" I stopped and gazed into the fire again.
"Is that all you have to tell me?" said Miss Middleton.