"I met him at the theatre. He was the author of the play."
"The man you told me you had been talking to? The fellow who sc.r.a.ped acquaintance with you between the acts?"
"But I found out he was an old friend. I mean, I knew him when I was a child."
"You didn"t tell me that,"
"I only found it out later."
"After he had invited you to supper! It"s maddening!" cried Derek, the sense of his wrongs surging back over him. "What do you suppose my mother thought? She asked me who the man with you was. I had to say I didn"t know! What do you suppose she thought?"
It is to be doubted whether anything else in the world could have restored the fighting spirit to Jill"s cowering soul at that moment: but the reference to Lady Underhill achieved this miracle. That deep mutual antipathy which is so much more common than love at first sight had sprung up between the two at the instant of their meeting.
The circ.u.mstances of that meeting had caused it to take root and grow. To Jill Derek"s mother was by this time not so much a fellow human being whom she disliked as a something, a sort of force, that made for her unhappiness. She was a menace and a loathing.
"If your mother had asked me that question," she retorted with spirit "I should have told her that he was the man who got me safely out of the theatre after you ..." She checked herself. She did not want to say the unforgiveable thing. "You see," she said, more quietly, "you had disappeared... ."
"My mother is an old woman," said Derek stiffly. "Naturally I had to look after her. I called to you to follow."
"Oh, I understand. I"m simply trying to explain what happened. I was there all alone, and Wally Mason ..."
"Wally!" Derek uttered a short laugh, almost a bark. "It got to Christian names, eh?"
Jill set her teeth.
"I told you I knew him as a child. I always called him Wally then."
"I beg your pardon. I had forgotten."
"He got me out through the pa.s.s-door onto the stage and through the stage-door."
Derek was feeling cheated. He had the uncomfortable sensation that comes to men who grandly contemplate mountains and ... see them dwindle to mole-hills. The apparently outrageous had shown itself in explanation nothing so out-of-the-way after all. He seized upon the single point in Jill"s behavior that still const.i.tuted a grievance.
"There was no need for you to go to supper with the man!" Jove-like wrath had ebbed away to something deplorably like a querulous grumble. "You should have gone straight home. You must have known how anxious I would be about you."
"Well, really, Derek, dear! You didn"t seem so very anxious! You were having supper yourself quite cosily."
The human mind is curiously const.i.tuted. It is worthy of record that, despite his mother"s obvious disapproval of his engagement, despite all the occurrences of this dreadful day, it was not till she made this remark that Derek Underhill first admitted to himself that, intoxicate his senses as she might, there was a possibility that Jill Mariner was not the ideal wife for him. The idea came and went more quickly than breath upon a mirror. It pa.s.sed, but it had been. There are men who fear repartee in a wife more keenly than a sword. Derek was one of these. Like most men of single outlook, whose dignity is their most precious possession, he winced from an edged tongue.
"My mother was greatly upset," he replied coldly. "I thought a cup of soup would do her good. And, as for being anxious about you, I telephoned to your home to ask if you had come in."
"And when," thought Jill, "they told you I hadn"t, you went off to supper!"
She did not speak the words. If she had an edged tongue, she had also the control of it. She had no wish to wound Derek. Whole-hearted in everything she did, she loved him with her whole heart. There might be specks upon her idol--that its feet might be clay she could never believe--but they mattered nothing. She loved him.
"I"m so sorry, dear," she said. "So awfully sorry! I"ve been a bad girl, haven"t I?"
She felt for his hand again, and this time he allowed it to remain stiffly in her grasp. It was like being grudgingly recognized by somebody very dignified who had his doubts about you but reserved judgment.
The cab drew up at the door of the house in Ovington Square which Jill"s Uncle Christopher had settled upon as a suitable address for a gentleman of his standing. ("In a sense, my dear child I admit, it is Brompton Road, but it opens into Lennox Gardens, which makes it to all intents and purposes Sloane Street") Jill put up her face to be kissed, like a penitent child.
"I"ll never be naughty again!"
For a flickering instant Derek hesitated. The drive, long as it was, had been too short wholly to restore his equanimity. Then the sense of her nearness, her sweetness, the faint perfume of her hair, and her eyes, shining softly in the darkness so close to his own, overcame him. He crushed her to him.
Jill disappeared into the house with a happy laugh. It had been a terrible day, but it had ended well.
"The Albany," said Derek to the cabman.
He leaned back against the cushions. His senses were in a whirl. The cab rolled on. Presently his exalted mood vanished as quickly as it had come. Jill absent always affected him differently from Jill present. He was not a man of strong imagination, and the stimulus of her waned when she was not with him. Long before the cab reached the Albany the frown was back on his face.
4.
Arriving at the Albany, he found Freddie Rooke lying on his spine in a deep arm-chair. His slippered feet were on the mantelpiece, and he was restoring his wasted tissues with a strong whisky-and-soda. One of the cigars which Parker, the valet, had stamped with the seal of his approval was in the corner of his mouth. _The Sporting Times_, with a perusal of which he had been soothing his fluttered nerves, had fallen on the floor beside the chair. He had finished reading, and was now gazing peacefully at the ceiling, his mind a perfect blank. There was nothing the matter with Freddie.
"Hullo, old thing," he observed as Derek entered. "So you buzzed out of the fiery furnace all right? I was wondering how you had got along. How are you feeling? I"m not the man I was! These things get the old system all stirred up! I"ll do anything in reason to oblige and help things along and all that, but to be called on at a moment"s notice to play Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego rolled into one, without rehearsal or make-up, is a bit too thick! No, young feller-me-lad! If theatre-fires are going to be the fashion this season, the Last of the Rookes will sit quietly at home and play solitaire. Mix yourself a drink of something, old man, or something of that kind. By the way, your jolly old mater. All right? Not even singed? Fine! Make a long arm and gather in a cigar."
And Freddie, having exerted himself to play the host in a suitable manner, wedged himself more firmly into his chair and blew a cloud of smoke.
Derek sat down. He lit a cigar, and stared silently at the fire. From the mantelpiece Jill"s photograph smiled down, but he did not look at it. Presently his att.i.tude began to weigh upon Freddie. Freddie had had a trying evening. What he wanted just now was merry prattle, and his friend did not seem disposed to contribute his share. He removed his feet from the mantelpiece, and wriggled himself sideways, so that he could see Derek"s face. Its gloom touched him. Apart from his admiration for Derek, he was a warm-hearted young man, and sympathized with affliction when it presented itself to his notice.
"Something on your mind, old bean?" he enquired delicately.
Derek did not answer for a moment. Then he reflected that, little as he esteemed the other"s mentality, he and Freddie had known each other a long time, and that it would be a relief to confide in some one. And Freddie, moreover, was an old friend of Jill and the man who had introduced him to her.
"Yes," he said.
"I"m listening, old top," said Freddie. "Release the film."
Derek drew at his cigar, and watched the smoke as it curled to the ceiling.
"It"s about Jill."
Freddie signified his interest by wriggling still further sideways.
"Jill, eh?"
"Freddie, she"s so d.a.m.ned impulsive!"
Freddie nearly rolled out of his chair. This, he took it, was what writing-chappies called a coincidence.
"Rummy you should say that," he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "I was telling her exactly the same thing myself only this evening." He hesitated. "I fancy I can see what you"re driving at, old thing. The watchword is "What ho, the mater!" yes, no? You"ve begun to get a sort of idea that if Jill doesn"t watch her step, she"s apt to sink pretty low in the betting, what? I know exactly what you mean! You and I know all right that Jill"s a topper. But one can see that to your mater she might seem a bit different. I mean to say, your jolly old mater only judging by first impressions, and the meeting not having come off quite as scheduled ... I say, old man," he broke off, "fearfully sorry and all that about that business. You know what I mean!
Wouldn"t have had it happen for the world. I take it the mater was a trifle peeved? Not to say perturbed and chagrined? I seemed to notice at dinner."
"She was furious, of course. She did not refer to the matter when we were alone together, but there was no need to. I knew what she was thinking."
Derek threw away his cigar. Freddie noted this evidence of an overwrought soul--the thing was only a quarter smoked, and it was a dashed good brand, mark you--with concern.