Because he loves the charming Miss Marion, and observes that already I am succeeding with her like a "ouse on fire. He is _ami de famille_. He is captain in your Garde Ecossais, and my "ost told me "e has distinguished himself as soldier pretty much. It may be so. As soldier, per"aps. But at conversation he is not so good. He is quite nice fellow, you understand--"andsome, yes; distinguished, yes. But he does not sparkle. He has not my _verve_, my _elan_. I--how do you say?--I make the rings round him.
But, _Chut_! At that moment I would have made the rings round the "ole British Army. Yes, and also the Corps Diplomatique. For I am inspired. Love "as inspired me. I am conqueror.
But I will not weary you, monsieur, with the details of my wooing. You are sympathetic, but I must not weary you. Let us say that I "ave in four days or five made progress the most remarkable, and proceed to the tragic end.
Almost could I tell it in four words. In them one would say that it is set forth. There was in London at that time popular a song, a comic, vulgar song of the "Alls, "The Cat Came Back". You "ave "eard it? Yes?
I "eard it myself, and without emotion. It had no sinister warning for me. It did not strike me as omen. Yet, in those four words, monsieur, is my tragedy.
How? I shall tell you. Every word is a sword twisted in my "eart, but I shall tell you.
One afternoon we are at tea. All is well. I am vivacious, gay; Miss Marion, charming, gracious. There is present also an aunt, Mr "Enderson"s sister; but "er I do not much notice. It is to Marion I speak--both with my lips and also with my eyes.
As we sit, Captain Ba.s.sett is announced.
He has entered. We have greeted each other politely but coldly, for we are rivals. There is in his manner also a something which I do not much like--a species of suppressed triumph, of elation.
I am uneasy--but only yet vaguely, you will understand. I have not the foreboding that he is about to speak my death-sentence.
He addresses Miss Marion. There is joy in his voice. "Miss "Enderson,"
he has said, "I have for you the bally good news. You will remember, isn"t it, the cat belonging to the American woman in the hotel at Paris, of which you have spoken to me? Last night at dinner I have been seated beside her. At first I am not certain is it she. Then I say that there cannot be two Mrs Balderstone Rockmettlers in Europe, so I mention to her the cat. And, to cut the long story short, I have ventured to purchase for you as a little present the cat Alexander."
I have uttered a cry of horror, but it is not "eard because of Miss Marion"s cry of joy.
"Oh, Captain Ba.s.sett," she has said, "how very splendid of you! Ever since I first saw him have I loved Alexander. I cannot tell you how grateful I am. But it amazes me that you should have been able to induce her to part with "im. In Paris she has refused all my offers."
He has paused, embarra.s.sed.
"The fact is," he has said, "there is between her and Alexander a certain coolness. He "as deceived "er, and she loves him no more.
Immediately upon arrival in London, he had the misfortune to "ave six fine kittens. "Owever, out of evil cometh good, and I have thus been able to secure "im for you. "E is downstairs in a basket!"
Miss Marion "as rung the bell and commanded for him to be brought instantly.
I will not describe the meeting, monsieur. You are sympathetic. You will understand my feelings. Let us "urry on.
Figure yourself, monsieur, to what extent I was now "ara.s.sed. I am artist. I am a man of nerves. I cannot be gay, brilliant, debonair in the presence of a cat. Yet always the cat is there. It is terrible.
I feel that I am falling behind in the race. "Er grat.i.tude has made her the more gracious to Captain Ba.s.sett. She smiles upon him. And, like Chanticleer at the sight of the sun, he flaps his wings and crows. He is no longer the silent listener. It is I who have become the silent listener.
I have said to myself that something must be done.
Chance has shown me the way. One afternoon I am by fortune alone in the "all. In his cage the parrot Polly is "opping. I address him through the bars.
"Move and I shoot I" he has cried.
The tears have filled my eyes. "Ow it has brought the "ole scene back to me!
As I weep, I perceive the cat Alexander approaching.
I have formed a plan. I have opened the cage-door and released the parrot. The cat, I think, will attack the parrot of which Miss "Enderson is so fond. She will love him no more. He will be expelled.
He paused. I suppose my face must have lost some of its alleged sympathy as he set forth this fiendish plot. Even Percy the bluebottle seemed shocked. He had settled on the sugar-bowl, but at these words he rose in a marked manner and left the table.
"You do not approve?" he said.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"It"s no business of mine," I said. "But don"t you think yourself it was playing it a bit low down? Didn"t the thought present itself to you in a shadowy way that it was rather rough on the bird?"
"It did, monsieur. But what would you? It is necessary to break eggs in order to make an omelette. All is fair, you say, in love and war, and this was both. Moreover, you must understand, I do not dictate his movements to the parrot. He is free agent. I do but open the cage-door.
Should he "op out and proceed to the floor where is the cat, that is his affair. I shall continue, yes?"
_Alors!_ I open the cage-door and disappear discreetly. It is not politic that I remain to witness what shall transpire. It is for me to establish an alibi. I go to the drawing-room, where I remain.
At dinner that night Mr "Enderson has laughed.
"In the "all this afternoon," he has said, "I have seen by chance the d.i.c.kens of a funny occurrence. That parrot of yours, Marion, had escaped once again from its cage and was "aving an argument with that cat which Captain Ba.s.sett has given to you."
"Oh! I hope that Alexander "as not hurt poor Polly, of whom I am very fond," she has said.
"The affair did not come to blows," has said Mr "Enderson. "You may trust that bird to take care of himself, my dear. When I came upon the scene the cat was crouching in a corner, with his fur bristling and his back up, while Polly, standing before "im, was telling "im not to move or he would shoot. Nor did he move, till I "ad seized the parrot and replaced him in the cage, when he shot upstairs like a streak of lightning. By sheer force of character that excellent bird "ad won the bloodless victory. I drink to "im!"
You can conceive my emotion as I listen to this tale. I am like the poet"s mice and men whose best-kid schemes have gone away. I am baffled. I am discouraged. I do not know what I shall do. I must find another plan, but I do not know what.
How shall I remove the cat? Shall I kill "im? No, for I might be suspect.
Shall I "ire someone to steal "im? No, for my accomplice might betray me.
Shall I myself steal "im? Ah! that is better. That is a very good plan.
Soon I have it perfected, this plan. Listen, monsieur; it is as follows. It is simple, but it is good. I will await my opportunity. I will remove the cat secretly from the "ouse. I will take him to an office of the District Messenger Boys. I will order a messenger to carry him at once to the Cats" House, and to request M. le Directeur immediately to destroy him. It is a simple plan, but it is good.
I carry it through without a "itch. It is not so difficult to secure the cat. "E is asleep in the drawing-room. There is n.o.body at hand. I have in my bedroom a "at-box which I have brought from Paris. I have brought it with me to the drawing-room. I have placed in it the cat. I have escaped from the "ouse. The cat has uttered a cry, but none has "eard. I have reached the office of the District Messenger Boys. I have "anded over the cat in its box. The manager is courteous, sympathetic.
A messenger has started in a cab for the Cats" House. I have breathed a sigh of relief. I am saved.
That is what I say to myself as I return. My troubles are over, and once more I can be gay, debonair, vivacious with Miss Marion, for no longer will there be present the cat Alexander to "ara.s.s me.
When I have returned there is commotion in the "ouse. I pa.s.s on the stairs domestics calling "Puss, puss!" The butler is chirruping loudly and poking beneath the furniture with a umbrella. All is confusion and agitation.
In the drawing-room is Miss Marion. She is distressed.
"Nowhere," she has said, "can there be found the cat Alexander of whom I am so fond. Nowhere in the "ouse is he, Where can he be? He is lost."
I am gentle, sympathetic. I endeavour to console her. I "int to her that am I not sufficient subst.i.tute for a beastly cat? She is, however, inconsolable. I must be patient. I must wait my time.
Captain Ba.s.sett is announced. He is informed of what has "appened. He is distressed. He has the air as if he, too, would endeavour to be gentle, sympathetic. But I am Johnny-on-the-spot. I stay till he "as gone.