"Well, it wouldn"t be any attraction for me," she said, rising to go through the little accustomed function of her departure. "I"ll be going now, I think. Ensign Sand has fever again, and I have to take her place at the Believers" Meeting." She took Hilda"s hand in hers and held it for an instant. "Good-bye, and G.o.d bless you--in the way you most need,"
she said, and turned to Alicia, "Good-bye. I am glad to know that we will be one in the glad hereafter though our paths may diverge"--her eye rested with acknowledgment upon Alicia"s embroidered sleeves--"in this world. To look at you I should have thought you were of the bowed down ones, not yet fully a.s.sured, but perhaps you only want a little more oxygen in the blood of your religion. Remember the word of the Lord--"Rejoice! again I say unto you, rejoice!" Goodbye."
She drew her head-covering farther forward, and moved to the door. It sloped to her shoulders and made them droop; her native clothes clung about her breast and her hips in the cringing Oriental way. Miss Howe looked after her guest with a curl of the lip as uncontrollable as it was unreasonable. "A saved soul, perhaps. A woman--oh, a.s.suredly," she said in the depths of her hair.
The door had almost closed upon Captain Filbert when Alicia made something like a dash at an object about to elude her. "Oh," she exclaimed, "wait a minute. Will you come and see me? I think--I think you might do me good. I live at Number Ten, Middleton Street. Will you come?"
Laura came back into the room. There was a little stiffness in her air, as if she repressed something.
"I have no objection," she said.
"To-morrow afternoon--at five? Or--my brother is dining at the club--would you rather come to dinner?"
"Whichever is agreeable to you will suit me." She spoke carefully, after an instant"s hesitation.
"Then do come and dine--at eight," Alicia said; and it was agreed.
She stood staring at the door when Laura finally closed it, and only turned when Hilda spoke.
"You are going to have him to meet her," she said. "May I come too?"
"Certainly not." Alicia"s grasp was also by this time on the door handle.
"Are you going too? You daren"t talk about her!" Hilda cried.
"I"m going too. I"ve got the brougham. I"ll drive her home," said Alicia, and went out swiftly.
"My goodness!" Hilda remarked again. Then she got up and found her slippers and wrote a note, which she addressed to the Reverend Stephen Arnold, Clarke Mission House, College Street. "Thanks immensely," it ran, "for your delightful offer to introduce me to Father Jordan and persuade him to show me the astronomical wonders he keeps in his tower at St. Simeon"s. An hour with a Jesuit is an hour of milk and honey, and belonging to that charming Order, he won"t mind my coming on a Sunday evening--the first clear one."
Miss Howe signed her note and bit consideringly at the end of her pen.
Then she added: "If you have any influence with Duff Lindsay, it may be news to you that you can exert it with advantage to keep him from marrying a cheap ethereal little religieuse of the Salvation Army named Filbert. It may seem more fitting that you should expostulate with her, but I don"t advise that."
CHAPTER X
The door of Ensign Sand"s apartment stood open with a purposeful air when Captain Filbert reached headquarters that evening; but in any case it is likely that she would have gone in. Mrs. Sand walked the floor, carrying a baby, a pale sticky baby with blotches, which had inherited from its maternal parent a conspicuous lack of b.u.t.tons. Mrs. Sand"s room was also ornamented with texts, but they had apparently been selected at random, and they certainly hung that way. The piety of the place seemed at the control of an older infant, who sat on the floor and played with his father"s regimental cap. On the other side of the curtain Captain Sand audibly washed himself and brushed his hair.
"What kind of meetin" did you have?" asked Mrs. Sand. "There--there now; he shall have his bottle, so he shall!"
"A beautiful meeting. Abraham Lincoln White, the Savannah negro, you know, came as a believer for the first time, and so did Miss Rozario from Whiteaway and Laidlaw"s. We had such a happy time."
"What sort of collection?"
Laura opened a knotted handkerchief and counted out some copper coins.
"Only seven annas three pice! And you call that a good meeting! I don"t believe you exhorted them to give!"
"Oh, I think I did!" Laura returned mechanically.
"Seven annas and three pice! And you know what the Commissioner wrote out about our last quarter"s earnings! What did you say?"
"I said--I said the collection would now be taken up," Laura faltered.
"Oh dear! oh dear! Leopold, stop clawing me! Couldn"t you think of anythin" more tellin" or more touchin" than that? Fever or no fever, it does not do for me to stay away from the regular meetin"s. One thing is plain--HE wasn"t there!"
"Who?"
"Well, you"ve never told me his name, but I expect you"ve got your reasons." Mrs. Sand"s tone was not arch, but slightly resentful. "I mean the gentleman that attends so regular and sits behind, under the window.
A society man, I should say, to look at him, though the officers of this Army are no respecters of persons, and I don"t suppose the Lord takes any notice of his clothes."
"His name is Mr. Lindsay. No, he wasn"t there."
The girl"s tone was distant and cold. The rebuke about the collection had gone home to a place raw with similar reproaches.
"I hope you haven"t been discouraging him?"
Captain Filbert looked at her superior officer with astonishment.
"I have entreated him to come to the meetings. But he never attends a Believers" Rally. Why should he?"
"What"s his state of mind? He came to see you, didn"t he, the other night?"
"Yes, he did. I don"t think he"s altogether careless."
"Ain"t he seeking?"
"He wouldn"t admit it, but he may not know himself. The Lord has different ways of working. What else should bring him, night after night?"
Mrs. Sand glanced meaningly at a point on the floor, with lifted eyebrows, then at her officer, and finally hid a badly-disciplined smile behind her baby"s head. When she looked back again Laura had flushed all over, and an embarra.s.sment stood between them, which she felt was absurd.
"My!" she said,--scruples in breaking it could hardly perhaps have been expected of her,--"you do look nice when you"ve got a little colour. But if you can"t see that it"s you that brings him to the meetin"s, you must be blind, that"s all."
Captain Filbert"s confusion was dispelled, as by the wave of a wand.
"Then I hope I may go on bringing him," she said. "He couldn"t come to a better place."
"Well, you"ll have to be careful," said Mrs. Sand, as if with severe intent. "But I don"t say discourage him; I wouldn"t say that. You may be an influence for good. It may be His will that you should be pleasant to the young man. But don"t make free with him. Don"t, on any account, have him put his arm round your waist."
"n.o.body has done that to me," Laura replied austerely, "since I left Putney, and so long as I am in the Army n.o.body will. Not that Mr.
Lindsay" (she blushed again) "would ever want to. The cla.s.s he belongs to look down on it."
"The cla.s.s he belongs to do worse things. The Army doesn"t look down on it. It"s only nature, and the Army believes in working with nature. If it was Mr. Harris I wouldn"t say a word--he marches under the Lord"s banner."
Captain Filbert listened without confusion; her expression was even slightly complacent.
"Well," she said, "I told Mr. Harris last evening that the Lieutenant and I couldn"t go on giving him so much of our time, and he seemed to think he"d been keeping company with me. I had to tell him I hadn"t any such idea."
"Did he seem much disappointed?"