"Quite amusing."
"Miss Levey was never taken out like that!"
"No? Have you seen her lately?"
But again Louie got little information. Included in what she did get, however, was a lie. Evie reported that Miss Levey, now at some Women"s Emanc.i.p.ation League or other with Kitty Windus, had actually been going to write to Louie to suggest that she, Louie, should apply for her old place. Louie gave a little nod. Of course Miriam Levey, rather than own to defeat, would pretend that she had left the Consolidation of her own accord. Louie rose.
"But perhaps you"d like to see my place?" she said. "Not that I think you"ll find it very amusing. But you can see it if you like."
"I should love it! Is Jimmy coming? Do you know, Jimmy, I"ve got a little boy like you, but not nearly as big?"
"Has he got a helmet like mine?" Jimmy demanded.
"No; but I think I shall have to get him one."
"You stay here, Jimmy," said his mother; and she led the way to the kitchen.
Evie praised the kitchen and its meagre appointments, and was then shown the bathroom. "It hasn"t a crystal bath," Louie said, "but it does to wash in." She lingered in the bathroom a little; she was thinking of another bath and certain old jokes about brown-paper parcels. Then, first showing Evie the bedroom that had been Kitty"s, she pa.s.sed to her own room at the back.
Against the wall on the left lay Jimmy"s bed; her own was across the room, with its head under the break of the mansard roof. The little built-out window, from the gla.s.s sides of which rows of chimney-pots could be seen, faced the door, and over the fireplace on the right, full in the light, hung Billy"s study. It was the second thing on which Evie"s eyes rested. Louie was careful not to look at it.
For in that place at any rate she was going to strike; the rest might fall out afterwards as it would. As she turned away to pat Jimmy"s pillow she was suddenly fighting white; the little creature had come for it and should have it. And she should have it swiftly and without warning. Even as Louie had turned her back her heart had given a leap....
For up to that moment it had been always possible that Jim had not spoken of his intrusion into Billy"s studio that evening; but there was no doubt now! Jim--or perhaps Billy Izzard--had told her. Probably Billy. Probably Billy first, and then, seeing she already knew, Jim.
All at once there rushed upon Louie, as she pa.s.sed from Jimmy"s bed to her own and smoothed the coverlet of that also, what had happened later that same evening, when her arms had supported a collapsing Jim in a Swan Walk doorway and she had pa.s.sionately called him: "Come, come! Come, come!"
She spoke quietly; quietness was so much more destructive.
"This is where I get the morning sun. But it"s very windy. The wind blew that picture you"re looking at down the other day." Then, without either pause or change of tone: "By the way, that"s what you came to see, isn"t it--that and my boy?"
Simultaneously with her blow she was commenting to herself: "That"s good-bye to you, Sir Julius; she"ll see I don"t come back to the Consolidation after that; will you have Miss Levey back again, or will you try her friend Miss Windus? I don"t think you"ll offer Miss Windus an--er--increase of wages. As for me, I suppose I can sit again; nothing matters now. Or there"s a plainer way still----"
The next moment she had called sharply: "Go away, Jimmy, till I call for you! Go and look out of the window for Rhoda!"
Then she turned and faced the woman who had taken two quick, running steps towards her. Insolently she smiled into her eyes.
"That was it, wasn"t it?" she said.
Mrs. Jeffries did not fight white. The blood had thronged to her head until her very lips seemed swollen; Miss Levey could hardly have spoken more thickly. She spoke, too, in a pa.s.sionate ellipsis than which Louie"s own five words did not go more straight to the heart of the matter.
"Oh, you would if you could--I"ve known that a long time!" she cried.
"Wouldn"t you just--rather! You"d do it if it was only to give _me_ one for myself! _I_ know you."
Louie thought she rather liked her for making a fight of it. She still smiled. "Then that was it?" she said.
Evie flushed even more deeply. "You didn"t suppose I didn"t know all about that absurd meeting, did you?" she said, with a still darker flush.
"Dear me, no. I"ve known for weeks that you "knew"--if we mean the same thing. Perhaps we don"t, though. Anyway, I can quite understand your wanting to see for yourself. Miss Levey can"t tell you everything."
Evie"s inability to speak for mere fury was so evident that Louie, after watching her for a moment, continued:
"As for that picture, naturally I wanted to keep it. I"m sure you"ll see that for yourself."
Here Evie flamed. ""Naturally!"" she broke out. Louie gave an almost humorous shrug.
"Well, surely it"s natural?"
"Natural!... As if his coming in wasn"t the merest accident!"
"Oh, I know that; but what _are_ you here for then? And now that you _have_ been and seen, what can you possibly do about it?"
Evie"s lips seemed as thick as if a bee had stung them. She broke out again.
""It!"--I like your "it," Miss Causton or Mrs. Causton or whatever you call yourself!"
Louie coolly smoothed the folds of her blouse. "By "it," I mean, of course, my loving your husband," she said. "As you guessed, I knew that you knew about that picture. But it"s really a much older thing than that! I don"t quite know how old; while you were still engaged to somebody else--as old as that anyhow. And as it"s purely my affair, and even he can"t stop it, I wonder what _you_ can possibly do!--I"m "Miss" Causton, by the way."
Louie had almost a genius for these last words that could be taken up; she smiled again as Evie, taking them up, said: "Oh, _are_ you!"
"Well, I don"t think I need be longer than I like, but that"s neither here nor there. The important thing at present is whether you were wise to come to-day or not. I wonder whether you"d let me give you a piece of advice?"
And that, as Evie still stood speechless with rage, might be described as the end of the first round. There was a long pause during which the two women stood looking at one another. Then the second round began, with a rapid exchange of half sentences.
"Advice! Thanking you very much for your kindness----"
"Oh, please don"t raise your voice; they aren"t double windows here."
"Advice is cheap."
"Far from it, believe me."
"You common----"
"Sssh, ssh, ssh! Your husband wasn"t above asking my advice----"
"I"ll take very good care----"
"Please--there are other people in these flats."
"Well, is noise anything new here?" said Evie grossly.
"Oh, you really shouldn"t say those things!"
And again they fell back, as it were, for breath. It was Louie who presently resumed.
"I don"t in the least know why I should want to advise you," she went on. "I"d no intention of doing so when you came into this room, and to be frank I still half hope you won"t take the advice. But you"ll please yourself about that. It"s this. Don"t be a little fool. Go home, and don"t tell your husband you"ve seen me at all. If you do you"ll make a sad mistake. You say advice is cheap; well, this isn"t; it"s fearfully dear. It"s not the first time I"ve tried to help you, and I really haven"t strength to do it any more. No, don"t try to think of fresh names to call me either; already you"ve called me common and told me that the tenants here are used to hearing angry wives, and one can have too much of that. So go home, and say nothing to your husband about where you"ve been. Believe me, it"ll be quite the best."
It did in truth cost her more, far more, than she had intended to pay.
The greater fool she, she told herself, but--she gave a quick, defiant glance round the bedroom, as if her eyes sought somebody who dared to meddle in her affairs. She would be a fool if she wished; who should stop her? This jealous little scold had fair warning now; let her take it and go while there was yet time. Louie had all but spoken her former _fiance"s_ name once; with much more provocation she might forget herself and involve Jim too in a catastrophe of ten little words; and she wanted to do the sporting thing after all. Let Jim"s wife take her fill of that canvas of Billy"s, then, and go. Her eyes were glued to it now. As she looked Louie exulted; it _had_ been so--precisely so; not all Evie Jeffries"s looking could alter that fact....