"I didn"t notice any particular sweetness about her yesterday. She had reason, of course, to feel annoyed, but I think she made the most of it, however--" He paused.
"Yes, Hugh, what shall you do? I know you have something in your mind."
"You are right; I have. I am going to do the only thing that seems to me possible just now."
"And that is?"
"Seek out Miss Joan Meredyth, and ask her to become my wife in reality."
CHAPTER VII
MR. SLOTMAN ARRIVES AT A MISUNDERSTANDING
At half-past nine on the Monday morning Miss Joan Meredyth walked into Mr. Slotman"s office, and Mr. Slotman, seeing her, turned his head aside to hide the smirk of satisfaction.
"Women," he said to himself, "are all alike. They give themselves confounded airs and graces, but when it comes to the point, they aren"t born fools. She knows jolly well she wouldn"t get another job in a hurry, and here she is."
But Mr. Slotman made up his mind to go cautiously and carefully. He would not let Miss Meredyth witness his sense of satisfaction.
"I am glad you have returned, Miss Meredyth. I felt sure that you would; there"s no reason whatever we shouldn"t get on perfectly well."
The girl gave him a stiff little inclination of her head. She had done much personal violence to her sense of pride, yet she had come back because the alternative--worklessness, possible starvation and homelessness--had not appealed to her. And, after all, knowing Mr.
Slotman to be what he was, she was forewarned and forearmed.
So Joan came back and took up her old work, and Mr. Slotman practised temporarily a courtesy and a forbearance that were foreign to him. But Mr. Slotman had by no means given up his hopes and desires. Joan appealed to him as no woman ever had. He admired her statuesque beauty.
He admired her air of breeding; he admired the very pride that she had attempted to crush him with.
A woman like that could go anywhere, Slotman thought, and pictured it to himself, he following in her trail, and finding an entry into a society that would have otherwise resolutely shut him out. For like most men of his type, self made, egregious, and generally offensive, he had an inborn desire to get into Society and mingle with his betters.
On the Monday morning there had been delivered to Hugh Alston by hand a little note from Marjorie; it was on pink paper, and was scented delicately. If he had not been so very much in love with Marjorie, the pink notepaper might have annoyed him, but it did not. The faint fragrance reminded him of her.
She wrote a neat and exquisite hand; everything that she did was neat and exquisite, and remembering his hopes of not so long ago, he groaned a little dismally to himself as he reverently cut the envelope.
"MY DEAR HUGH,
"I have managed to get the address from aunt. It is "Miss Joan Meredyth, care Mrs. Wenham, No. 7, Bemrose Square, London, W.C." I have been thinking so much about what you said, and hoping that your plan may succeed. I am sure that you would be very, very happy together...."
(Hugh laughed unmusically.)
"Tom has been here all the afternoon and evening, and aunt has been perfectly charming to him. Hugh, I know that everything is going to be right now, and I owe it all to you. You don"t know how grateful I am, dear. I shall never, never forget your goodness and sweetness to me, dear old Hugh.
"Your loving "MARJORIE."
With something approaching reverent care, Hugh put the little pink-scented note into his pocket-book.
To-night he would go to Town, to-morrow he would interview Miss Joan Meredyth. He would offer her no explanations, because the secret was not his own, and nothing must happen now that might upset or tell against Marjorie"s happiness.
He would express regret for what had happened, ask her to try and realise that no indignity and no insult had ever been intended against her, and then he would offer her his hand, but certainly not his heart.
If she felt the sting of her poverty so, then perhaps the thought of his eight thousand a year would act as balm to her wounded feelings.
At this time Hugh Alston had a very poor opinion of Miss Meredyth. He did not deny her loveliness. He could not; no man in his senses and gifted with eyesight could. But the placid prettiness of Marjorie appealed to him far more than the cold, disdainful beauty of the young woman he had called ungenerous, and who had in her turn called him a cad.
It was Mrs. Wenham herself who opened the hall door of the house in Bemrose Square to Mr. Hugh Alston at noon on the day following.
Though certainly not dressed in the height of fashion, and by no means an exquisite, Mr. Hugh Alston had that about him that suggested birth and large possessions. Mrs. Wenham beamed on him, cheating herself for a moment into the belief that he had come to add one more to the select circle of persons she alluded to as her "paying guests."
Her face fell a little when he asked for Miss Meredyth.
"Oh, Miss Meredyth has gone to work," she said.
"To work?"
"Yes, she"s a clerk or something in the City. The office is that of Philip Slotman and Company, Number sixteen, Gracebury."
"You think that I could see her there?" asked Hugh, who had little knowledge of City offices and their routine and rules, so far as hirelings are concerned.
"I suppose you could; you are a friend of hers?"
He nodded.
"Well, I don"t know that it is usual for visitors to call on lady clerks. If I might make a suggestion I"d say send in your card to Mr.
Slotman, and ask his permission to see Miss Meredyth."
"Thanks!" Hugh said. "If that"s the right thing to do, I"ll do it."
Half an hour later Mr. Slotman was examining Hugh"s card.
"Who is he?"
"A tall, well-dressed gentleman, sir; young. Looks as if he"s up from the country, but he"s a gentleman all right," the clerk said.
"Very good, I"ll see him."
Slotman rose as Hugh came in. He recognised the man of position and possessions, a man of the cla.s.s that Slotman always cultivated.
"I wish to ask your permission to interview Miss Meredyth. I understand that, in business hours, the permission of the employer should be asked first."
"Delighted!" Slotman said. "You are a friend of Miss Meredyth"s?" He looked keenly at Hugh, and the first spark of jealousy was ignited in his system.
"Hardly that, an acquaintance only," said Hugh.
Slotman felt relieved.
"Miss Meredyth is in the outer general office. You could hardly talk to her there. If you will sit down, I will go out and send her to you, Mr.--Alston." He glanced at the card.