"But I"d be sorry for Wells if he depended upon it for getting his money."
"Oh, shut up," snarled Bob. "You weren"t so blazing straight-laced and sanctimonious until you got taken up by the n.o.bs, either. By Jove, I believe Clytie"s got round him after all. What a girl she is!"
For the exasperated tradesman, who had been delivering himself of all sorts of uncomplimentary sayings, on the appearance of Clytie on the scene had evidently thawed with a suddenness which was quite miraculous, and was seen to salute quite respectfully as he turned away.
"I"ve fixed him," she said serenely as she entered. "He"ll send round.
We shan"t have to vegetate to-day."
This sort of incident was common at Siege House, which, by the way, had really been so named by a former owner who had taken part in the siege of Delhi. Indeed, it was a mystery how they lived. Old Calmour"s pension was not large, and generally forestalled, yet somehow they managed to rub along.
"When are you going to start for Haldane"s, Delia?" went on Bob, who was inclined to make himself disagreeable.
"Soon."
"Soon? Can"t be too soon, eh? It"s surprising how these old widowers freeze on to you. First Wagram, now Haldane," jeered Bob.
But there came a look into the face of his would-be victim that he did not like. Delia had a temper, both quick and hot when roused, as he had more than once had reason to know, wherefore now his asinine guffaw seemed to dwindle. Clytie intervened.
"Shut your head, Bob," she said decisively. "You open it a great deal too much, and generally at the wrong time. Likewise clear; we"ve had enough of you. Besides, you"re late. Pownall and Skreet must be absolutely languishing for you and your valuable services. Do you hear?
Clear."
Whatever hold the speaker had upon Bob it was obviously a tight one, for he never failed in his obedience. Such was rendered grumblingly, indeed, but rendered it was. Now he retreated to the door, grunting a surly "All right."
"What are those two up to, do you think, Clytie?" said Delia. "The old man"s going to Pownall and Skreet"s as well as Bob."
The last named at this juncture put his head in at the door to shout out:
"Which is the one, Delia? Wagram or Haldane?" and withdrew it in a hurry lest a well-aimed missile might considerably damage it--for of such were the ways of Siege House.
"I don"t know. There may be a judgment summons out against him that we know nothing about--or anything," answered Clytie with a tinge of anxiety.
"You don"t think they"re up to any mischief with regard to that wretched gnu affair?" said Delia anxiously.
"No--no; I"ve put my foot on that. And Pownall and Skreet are infernal thieves. Look how they fleeced me. They couldn"t let Charlie Vance"s thousand pa.s.s through their hands without sticking to a lot of it.
Called it costs! Why, they ought to have got those from the other side.
Well, that"s all gone, and I don"t know how we"re going to raise the wind. A cool thou, wouldn"t come in badly just now. By the way, Delia, supposing my scheme fell through, how would it be to bring off something of that kind--on the principle of "half-an-egg"? And it would be a dashed sight more than a cool thou, this time, for the Wagrams are Croesus compared with the Vances."
"Oh, that"ll do, Clytie. I suppose, as Bob says, I must have become straitlaced and sanctimonious; but I hate to look upon it in that light.
I"m not meaning to reflect on you, mind; but, rather than do the other thing, I"d starve."
"So might we. Oh, I don"t mind," was the serene answer. "Only, look here, Delia, and see where we come in. It"s like having first-rate teeth but nothing to eat with them. Here we are, two devilish good-looking girls, each in our own way, yet we get no show. What"s the use of our looks if they"re to be nothing more than an instrument for cajoling a red-headed butcher into giving us further "tick"--as in the present case?"
"What"s the use? None at all," said Delia bitterly--"nor ever will be.
We don"t seem to "get there," and it"s my belief we never shall."
"We"ve a margin left yet, thank the Lord; and you never know your luck.
Well, Delia, you"ve a ripping day before you, at any rate. If I were you I should start early and ride slow. You never look your best coming in hot and blown. And make all you can and half as much again of your chances, for, as I said, you never know your luck."
What Clytie had stated, in her characteristically slangy way, was rather under the truth. These two, possessed of exceptional powers of attractiveness, had, as she put it, "no show." Nor did their relative attractions clash. The one, with her limpid blue eyes, Grecian profile, and tall serenity of carriage, made an effective contrast to the rounder, more voluptuous outlines of the other, with her dark, clear skin and mantling complexion, bright hazel eyes and full, ruddy lips.
But their circ.u.mstances and surroundings were all against them; and, handicapped by tippling, disreputable old Calmour as a parent, those they would have had to do with fought shy of them, and those they would not--well, they would not.
"There"s the second post," said Delia with a sigh. "More duns, I suppose."
She went to the door just as the postman rapped his double knock, and returned immediately with two letters.
"Both for me, but--I don"t know the first at all."
"It"s Haldane, putting you off, of course."
"Oh, Clytie, don"t," quickly answered Delia, to whom such an eventuality would have const.i.tuted the keenest of disappointments. "No; it"s all right," tremulously tearing open both envelopes. "But--they"re not for me at all, they"re for you. They"re about typing, but they"re both directed "Miss Calmour.""
"Let"s see." Then reading: ""Madam,--you have been mentioned to me by Mr Wagram Wagram--" Ah, that"s all right." And she went on with the letter, which ran to the effect that the writer wanted the MS of a novel of 80,000 words typed, asking her terms, and throwing out a promise that, if such were satisfactory, he would be happy to entrust her with all his work. The name was a fairly well-known one.
"Now, what shall I ask him? If I say a shilling a thousand, there"s a four-pound job. But, then, he may answer he can get it done for tenpence, which is quite true. If he had _seen_ me I"d ask him fifteen pence."
"Do it anyhow. You can always come down."
"No fear; not through the post. Well, I"ll ask him a bob, and chance it."
"He could well afford it. He must be making pots of money, according to the newspapers."
"M--yes--according to the newspapers. Now, then, Delia, here we are.
"Mr Wagram Wagram" again. It"s a she this time, and starts on tenpence.
Knows her way about evidently; hints at ninepence because of the inconvenience of postage, and it"s only two short stories of 4000 apiece. Well, I"ll take her on, too, at tenpence. You can"t haggle up our own sweet s.e.x. Well done, Wagram Wagram. It"s brickish of him; and I"d just begun to think he"d forgotten what he said, or had only said it for something to say. Four quid, and a trifle over; that"ll help stave off Wells. Just in the nick of time too."
"Yes; isn"t it good of him?"
"Who? Wells? Oh, Wagram. Yes. Quite so. It is rather. Good job you went over to Hilversea the other day, Delia; it may have reminded him."
"I don"t think he"d ever have forgotten. Oh, but it was lovely there-- the whole thing. It was like being in another atmosphere, another world."
Clytie, the shrewd, the practical, put her head a little to one side as she scrutinised her sister.
"Make it one then, dear; make it yours. You"ve got some sort of show at last, if you only work it right. I"m sorry, though, we let Bob into the scheme. What a.s.ses we were, or rather I was. One oughtn"t so much as to have mentioned a thing of that sort in his hearing."
"No, indeed. But the idea is too ridiculous for anything."
"Because he is Wagram Wagram of Hilversea. Supposing he were Wagram Wagram of nowhere? What then, Delia?"
"Ah!"
Clytie shook her pretty head slightly and smiled to herself. The quick eagerness of the exclamation, the soft look that came into her sister"s eyes, told her all there was to tell.
"You"re handicapped," she said. "You can"t play the part. You"re handicapped by genuineness. Never mind; even that may count as an advantage."
CHAPTER TEN.