Percival declared this to be nonsense; he insisted that he would start immediately. But as Sanno refused to bring out the jinrikisha, it was not possible to carry out his intention. Then the Honorable Percival, who was not used to being crossed, lost his temper, and the entire household came out to see him do it. Sanno and the proprietor watched him with bland and smiling faces, and the girls tucked their heads behind their sleeves and laughed immoderately at his scowls and vehement gestures.
Seeing that he was gaining nothing by argument, he stalked sullenly back to his room, where active preparations were in progress for dinner. The brazier which had been used for the tea still stood in the middle of the floor, and all around it were porcelain bowls and lacquer trays, and a wooden bucket full of steaming rice.
He took refuge on the two-foot balcony and gazed gloomily on the sprawling stream below. The Westons were probably back in Kioto by this time, and would be off again in the morning before he could possibly get there. What headway might not that presumptuous Andy Black make with Bobby Boynton in forty-eight uninterrupted hours!
His tragic reflections were interrupted by the announcement that dinner was served. Seated on the floor before a twelve-inch table, with disgust written on every feature, he drank fish-soup out of a bowl, and tasted dish after dish as it was borne in and respectfully placed before him.
"Haven"t you a fork?" he asked when the chop-sticks were proffered him.
"Forku?" repeated one of the three maidens who knelt before him; then she joined the other two in a giggling chorus.
There had been moments in the Honorable Percival"s life when his dignity trembled on its pedestal, but never had it swayed so perilously as when he tried to use chop-sticks for the first time under the fire of those six mischievous black eyes. It was only by maintaining his haughtiest manner that he remained master of the situation.
When bedtime came, a new difficulty arose. Sanno"s prophecy that "foreign bedstead probably is not" proved true. A neat pile of quilts in the middle of the floor was offered as a subst.i.tute, and Percival, after a long argument, stretched himself on the soft heap and courted oblivion. But the Fates were against him. As if his thoughts were not sufficient to torment him, hundreds of mosquitos swarmed up from the stream below, and a.s.sailed him so viciously that at midnight he rose and called loudly for Sanno.
With Sanno came the household, all eager to know what new excitement the foreign gentleman was creating. When the trouble was explained, elaborate preparations were set on foot to remedy it. After much discussion, hooks were driven into the corners of the ceiling, and a huge net cage, the size of the room, suspended therefrom.
During this performance Percival suffered great embarra.s.sment, owing to the fact that the pink silk underwear in which he was arrayed was an object of the liveliest interest to the ladies.
When at last he was left alone, he fell into a troubled sleep. He dreamed that the world was peopled solely by mosquitos, and he knew them all, Captain Boynton, Andy Black, Sanno, the Lady Hortense, and even Bobby herself. One by one they came and nipped him while he lay helpless, clad only in a pink suit of silken underwear.
XI
THE GYMKHANA
The experiences of his first twenty-four hours in j.a.pan were repeated with variations three times before Percival reached Kobe. His mad desire to overtake Bobby had carried him from Kioto to Nara, where he went to the wrong hotel and missed the Weston party by fifteen minutes. From Nara he made a night journey to Ozaka, during which the small engine broke down in the middle of a rice-field, proving a sorry subst.i.tute for the wings of love.
It was with a sigh of relief that he at last boarded the _Saluria_ and sank into his steamer-chair. At least there was one satisfaction, no one but Judson knew of his futile search, and Judson was too well trained to discuss his master"s affairs. How good it was to be on board once more! He felt an almost sentimental attachment for the steamer which three weeks ago had fallen so short of what an ocean-liner ought to be. Then the _Saluria_ was only an old Atlantic transport transferred to the Pacific to do pa.s.senger service, but now she was a veritable ship of romance, freighted with memories and dreams.
The pa.s.sengers, coming aboard, seemed like old friends, and he found himself greeting each in turn with a nod that surprised them as much as it did him. At any moment now Bobby Boynton might appear, and the prospect of seeing her raised his spirits to such a height that he wondered if he would be able to play the role he had a.s.signed himself.
He had definitely decided to be an injured, but forgiving, friend. She should be made no less aware of his wounds than of his generosity. She would doubtless recall another incident in which he had met ingrat.i.tude with n.o.ble forgiveness, and she would rush to make reparation. If there was one thing he prided himself upon it was a knowledge of women. Never but once had his judgment erred, and even then, could he but remember all his impressions, he doubtless had had moments of misgiving.
Bobby"s voice sounded on the ladder, and the next moment she was tripping down the deck toward him. It was in vain that he kept his eyes on the letter in his hand, and a.s.sumed an air of complete absorption.
She came straight toward him, and dropped into the chair next his own.
"Oh, but you missed it!" she said. "I never had so much fun in all my life."
He did not answer. Instead, he lifted a pair of melancholy eyes, and looked at her steadfastly.
"Oh," she said after a puzzled moment, "I forgot. We are mad, aren"t we?
One of us owes the other an apology."
"Which do you think it is!" he asked gently, as if appealing to her higher nature.
Bobby, with her head on one side, considered the matter. "Well," she said, "you did something I didn"t like, and I did something you didn"t like. Strikes me the drinks are on us both."
"The--" Percival"s horrified look caused her to exclaim contritely:
"Excuse me, I"ll do better next time. Come on, let"s make up. Put it there and call it square!"
It was impossible to refuse the small hand that had been the cause of the trouble, but even as Percival thrilled to its clasp he realized his danger. During the course of his twenty-eight years he had always been able to prescribe a certain course for himself and follow it with reasonable certainty. Exciting moments were now occurring when he was unable to tell what his next word or move was going to be. It is quite certain that he never intended to take her hand in both of his and look at her in the way he was doing now.
"What a bunch of letters!" she said, getting possession of her hand.
"You see, I have some, too. I"ll read you some of mine if you"ll read me some of yours. Will you?"
"Which will you have?"
"May I choose? What fun! Read me the one with the sunburst on it."
He obediently adjusted his monocle, broke the seal, and began:
_""My Dear Son:_
""I cannot, I fear, make my letter so long or so interesting as I could desire, owing to the fact that I am afflicted with a slight lumbago, but I will proceed without further preliminary to set down the few incidents of interest that have occurred since my last writing. Your brother is sorely hara.s.sed by affairs in the city, and when here he is in constant altercation with the grooms about exercising your horses. I fear you will find them sadly out of condition upon your return.""
"I call that a darn shame!" said Bobby, sympathetically, then her hand flew to her mouth as she saw Percival"s raised eyebrows.
"There I go again! You see, I"ve been running around with Andy Black, and n.o.body ever puts on airs with Andy."
Percival gave a sigh of discouragement, then resumed his reading:
""We have had few guests at the hall since your departure until yesterday, when who should call but the d.u.c.h.ess of Dare!"" Percival paused, and glanced hurriedly down the page.
"Go on!" commanded Bobby.
"It won"t interest you in the slightest."
"But it _does_. Unless there"s something you don"t want me to hear."
"Not at all. Where was I? Oh, yes, "call but the d.u.c.h.ess of Dare! She has let her house to some friends, and has come away from London for a fortnight"s rest. It was rather queer of her calling, wasn"t it? She was less embarra.s.sed than you would imagine and actually had the effrontery to mention Hortense.""
"Who is Hortense?" asked Bobby, all curiosity.
"Her daughter."
"Well, why shouldn"t her mother mention her?"
"Oh, I don"t know," said Percival, in deep water; "rather bad form, perhaps."
"For a mother to mention her own child?" Then the light dawned. "Perhaps she is the one you were telling me about."
Percival hastily folded the letter and slipped it into its emblazoned envelop.