Mary was filled with a helpless anger. What right had he to ignore the past in this way, to behave as if her presence had never reduced him to pulp?
"Won"t you sit down?" he went on. "It"s splendid, seeing you again, Mary. You"re looking very well. How long have you been in New York?
Eddy tells me you want to be taken on as a secretary. As it happens, there is a vacancy for just that in this office. A big, wide vacancy, left by a lady who departed yesterday in a shower of burning words and hairpins. She said she would never return, and between ourselves, that was the right guess. Would you mind letting me see what you can do?
Will you take this letter down?"
Certainly there was something compelling about this new Joe. Mary took the pencil and pad which he offered--and she took them meekly. Until this moment she had always been astonished by the reports which filtered through to Dunsterville of his success in the big city. Of course, n.o.body had ever doubted his perseverance; but it takes something more than perseverance to fight New York fairly and squarely, and win. And Joe had that something. He had force. He was sure of himself.
"Read it please," he said, when he had finished dictating. "Yes, that"s all right. You"ll do."
For a moment Mary was on the point of refusing. A mad desire gripped her to a.s.sert herself, to make plain her resentment at this revolt of the serf. Then she thought of those scuttling, clucking crowds, and her heart failed her.
"Thank you," she said, in a small voice.
As she spoke the door opened.
"Well, well, well!" said Joe. "Here we all are! Come in, Eddy. Mary has just been showing me what she can do."
If time had done much for Joe, it had done more for his fellow-emigrant, Eddy Moore. He had always been good-looking and--according to local standards--presentable. Tall, slim, with dark eyes that made you catch your breath when they looked into yours, and a ready flow of speech, he had been Dunsterville"s prize exhibit. And here he was with all his excellence heightened and accentuated by the polish of the city. He had filled out. His clothes were wonderful. And his voice, when he spoke, had just that same musical quality.
"So you and Joe have fixed it up? Capital! Shall we all go and lunch somewhere?"
"Got an appointment," said Joe. "I"m late already. Be here at two sharp, Mary." He took up his hat and went out.
The effect of Eddy"s suavity had been to make Mary forget the position in which she now stood to Joe. Eddy had created for the moment quite an old-time atmosphere of good fellowship. She hated Joe for shattering this and reminding her that she was his employee. Her quick flush was not lost on Eddy.
"Dear old Joe is a little abrupt sometimes," he said. "But--"
"He"s a pig!" said Mary, defiantly.
"But you mustn"t mind it. New York makes men like that."
"It hasn"t made you--not to me, at any rate. Oh, Eddy," she cried, impulsively, "I"m frightened. I wish I had never come here. You"re the only thing in this whole city that isn"t hateful."
"Poor little girl!" he said. "Never mind. Let me take you and give you some lunch. Come along."
Eddy was soothing. There was no doubt of that. He stayed her with minced chicken and comforted her with soft sh.e.l.led crab. His voice was a lullaby, lulling her Joe-hara.s.sed nerves to rest.
They discussed the dear old days. A carper might have said that Eddy was the least bit vague on the subject of the dear old days. A carper might have pointed out that the discussion of the dear old days, when you came to a.n.a.lyse it, was practically a monologue on Mary"s part, punctuated with musical "Yes, yes"s" from her companion. But who cares what carpers think? Mary herself had no fault to find. In the roar of New York Dunsterville had suddenly become very dear to her, and she found in Eddy a sympathetic soul to whom she could open her heart.
"Do you remember the old school, Eddy, and how you and I used to walk there together, you carrying my dinner-basket and helping me over the fences?"
"Yes, yes."
"And we"d gather hickory-nuts and persimmons?"
"Persimmons, yes," murmured Eddy.
"Do you remember the prizes the teacher gave the one who got best marks in the spelling cla.s.s? And the treats at Christmas, when we all got twelve sticks of striped peppermint candy? And drawing the water out of the well in that old wooden bucket in the winter, and pouring it out in the playground and skating on it when it froze? And wasn"t it cold in the winter, too! Do you remember the stove in the school-room? How we used to crowd round it!"
"The stove, yes," said Eddy, dreamily. "Ah, yes, the stove. Yes, yes.
Those were the dear old days!" Mary leaned her elbows on the table and her chin on her hands, and looked across at him with sparkling eyes.
"Oh, Eddy," she said, "you don"t know how nice it is to meet someone who remembers all about those old times! I felt a hundred million miles from Dunsterville before I saw you, and I was homesick. But now it"s all different."
"Poor little Mary!"
"Do you remember--?"
He glanced at his watch with some haste.
"It"s two o"clock," he said. "I think we should be going."
Mary"s face fell.
"Back to that pig, Joe! I hate him. And I"ll show him that I do!"
Eddy looked almost alarmed.
"I--I shouldn"t do that," he said. "I don"t think I should do that.
It"s only his manner at first. You"ll get to like him better. He"s an awfully good fellow really, Joe. And if you--er--quarrelled with him you might find it hard--what I mean is, it"s not so easy to pick up jobs in New York, I shouldn"t like to think of you, Mary," he added, tenderly, "hunting for a job--tired--perhaps hungry--"
Mary"s eyes filled with tears.
"How good you are, Eddy!" she said. "And I"m horrid, grumbling when I ought to be thanking you for getting me the place. I"ll be nice to him--if I can--as nice as I can."
"That"s right. Do try. And we shall be seeing quite a lot of each other. We must often lunch together."
Mary re-entered the office not without some trepidation. Two hours ago it would have seemed absurd to be frightened of Joe, but Eddy had brought it home to her again how completely she was dependent on her former serf"s good-will. And he had told her to be back at two sharp, and it was now nearly a quarter past.
The outer office was empty. She went on into the inner room.
She had speculated as she went on Joe"s probable att.i.tude. She had pictured him as annoyed, even rude. What she was not prepared for was to find him on all fours, grunting and rooting about in a pile of papers. She stopped short.
"What _are_ you doing?" she gasped.
"I can"t think what you meant," he said. "There must be some mistake.
I"m not even a pa.s.sable pig. I couldn"t deceive a novice."
He rose and dusted his knees.
"Yet you seemed absolutely certain in the restaurant just now. Did you notice that you were sitting near to a sort of jungle of potted palms?
I was lunching immediately on the other side of the forest."
Mary drew herself up and fixed him with an eye that shone with rage and scorn.
"Eavesdropper!" she cried.
"Not guilty," he said, cheerfully. "I hadn"t a notion that you were there till you shouted, "That pig Joe, I hate him!" and almost directly afterwards I left."