"Then he thought he"d try sarcasm.
""Perhaps you"d fancy my being the boots," says he.
""That"s more reasonable," says she. "You couldn"t do much harm there, and I could keep an eye on you."
""You really mean that?" says he, starting to put on his dignity.
"But she cut him short by ringing the bell.
""If you think you can do better for yourself," she says, "there"s an end of it. By a curious coincidence the place is just now vacant. I"ll keep it open for you till to-morrow night; you can turn it over in your mind."
And one of the page boys coming in she just says "Good-morning," and the interview was at an end.
"Well, he turned it over, and he took the job. He thought she"d relent after the first week or two, but she didn"t. He just kept that place for over fifteen months, and learnt the business. In the house he was James the boots, and she Mrs. Wrench the landlady, and she saw to it that he didn"t forget it. He had his wages and he made his tips, and the food was plentiful; but I take it he worked harder during that time than he"d ever worked before in his life, and found that a landlady is just twice as difficult to please as the strictest landlord it can be a man"s misfortune to get under, and that Mrs. Wrench was no exception to the rule.
"At the end of the fifteen months she sends for him into the office. He didn"t want telling by this time; he just stood with his hat in his hand and waited respectful like.
""James," says she, after she had finished what she was doing, "I find I shall want another waiter for the coffee-room this season. Would you care to try the place?"
""Thank you, Mrs. Wrench," he answers; "it"s more what I"ve been used to, and I think I"ll be able to give satisfaction."
""There"s no wages attached, as I suppose you know," continues she; "but the second floor goes with it, and if you know your business you ought to make from twenty-five to thirty shillings a week."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wrench; that"ll suit me very well," replies he; and it was settled.
"He did better as a waiter; he"d got it in his blood, as you might say; and so after a time he worked up to be head-waiter. Now and then, of course, it came about that he found himself waiting on the very folks that he"d been chums with in his cla.s.sy days, and that must have been a bit rough on him. But he"d taken in a good deal of sense since then; and when one of the old sort, all rings and shirt-front, dining there one Sunday evening, started chaffing him, Jimmy just shut him up with a quiet: "Yes, I guess we were both a bit out of our place in those days.
The difference between us now is that I have got back to mine," which cost him his tip, but must nave been a satisfaction to him.
"Altogether he worked in that hotel for some three and a half years, and then Mrs. Wrench sends for him again into the office.
""Sit down, James," says she.
""Thank you, Mrs. Wrench," says James, and sat.
""I"m thinking of giving up this hotel, James," says she, "and taking another near Dover, a quiet place with just such a clientele as I shall like. Do you care to come with me?"
""Thank you," says he, "but I"m thinking, Mrs. Wrench, of making a change myself."
""Oh," says she, "I"m sorry to hear that, James. I thought we"d been getting on very well together."
""I"ve tried to do my best, Mrs. Wrench," says he, "and I hope as I"ve given satisfaction."
""I"ve nothing to complain of, James," says she.
""I thank you for saying it," says he, "and I thank you for the opportunity you gave me when I wanted it. It"s been the making of me."
"She didn"t answer for about a minute. Then says she: "You"ve been meeting some of your old friends, James, I"m afraid, and they"ve been persuading you to go back into the City."
""No, Mrs. Wrench," says he; "no more City for me, and no more neighbourhood of Grosvenor Square, unless it be in the way of business; and that couldn"t be, of course, for a good long while to come."
""What do you mean by business?" asks she.
""The hotel business," replies he. "I believe I know the bearings by now. I"ve saved a bit, thanks to you, Mrs. Wrench, and a bit"s come in from the wreck that I never hoped for."
""Enough to start you?" asks she.
""Not quite enough for that," answers he. "My idea is a small partnership."
""How much is it altogether?" says she, "if it"s not an impertinent question."
""Not at all," answers he. "It tots up to 900 pounds about."
"She turns back to her desk and goes on with her writing.
""Dover wouldn"t suit you, I suppose?" says she without looking round.
""Dover"s all right," says he, "if the business is a good one."
""It can be worked up into one of the best things going," says she, "and I"m getting it dirt cheap. You can have a third share for a thousand pounds, that"s just what it"s costing, and owe me the other hundred."
""And what position do I take?" says he.
""If you come in on those terms," says she, "then, of course, it"s a partnership."
"He rose and came over to her. "Life isn"t all business, Susan," says he.
""I"ve found it so mostly," says she.
""Fourteen years ago," says he, "I made the mistake; now you"re making it."
""What mistake am I making?" says she.
""That man"s the only thing as can"t learn a lesson," says he.
""Oh," says she, "and what"s the lesson that you"ve learnt?"
""That I never get on without you, Susan," says he.
""Well," says she, "you suggested a partnership, and I agreed to it. What more do you want?"
""I want to know the name of the firm," says he.
""Mr. and Mrs. Wrench," says she, turning round to him and holding out her hand. "How will that suit you?"
""That"ll do me all right," answers he. "And I"ll try and give satisfaction," adds he.
""I believe you," says she.
"And in that way they made a fresh start, as it were."