Ella and Jack eyed each other. Madge took refuge in a chair, conscious of a feeling of irritation at her weakness now that the provocation had pa.s.sed. Ella regarded her curiously.
"What"s the matter with you, Madge? What"s happened?"
"It"s nothing--only that horrible woman has upset me."
"Who is she? and what"s she been doing? and what"s she want?"
"I don"t know who she is, or what she wants, or anything at all about her. I only know that she"s prevented me getting anything for your tea."
"That"s all right--we"ve got something, haven"t we, Jack?" Jack waved a parcel. "But whatever did you let such an extraordinary-looking creature into the house for? and whatever did she mean by screaming out that she"s a ghost"s wife? Is she very mad?"
"I think she is--and I didn"t let her in."
Then, while they were preparing tea, the tale was told, or at least a part of it. But even that part was enough to make Jack Martyn grave.
As the telling proceeded, he grew graver and graver, until, at the end, he wore a face of portentous gloom. When they seated themselves to the meal he made precisely the remark which they had expected him to make. He rested his hands on his knees, and he solemnly shook his head.
"This comes of your being alone in the house!"
Ella laughed.
"There! now you"ve started him on his own particular crotchet; he"ll never let you hear the last of this."
Jack went on.
"I"ve said before, and I say again, and I shall keep on saying, that you two girls ought not to live alone by yourselves in a house in this out-of-the-way corner of the world."
"Out-of-the-way corner of the world!--on Wandsworth Common!"
"For all practical intents and purposes you might as well be in the middle of the Desert of Sahara; you might shriek and shriek and I doubt if any one would hear you. This agreeable visitor of Madge"s might have cut her throat from ear to ear, or chopped her into mincemeat, and she would have been as incapable of summoning a.s.sistance as if she had been at the top of Mont Blanc."
"That"s it. Jack--pile it on!"
"I don"t think it"s fair of you to talk like that, Ella; I"m not piling it on; I"m just speaking the plain and simple truth. Honestly, Madge, when you"ve been alone in the house all day long, haven"t you felt that you were at the mercy of the first evil-disposed person who chose to come along; or, if you haven"t felt it before, don"t you think you"ll feel it now?"
"No--to both your questions."
"Supposing this woman comes back again to-morrow?"
Madge had to bite her lip to repress a shudder; the idea was not a pleasant one.
"She won"t come back."
"But suppose she does?--and from what you say I think it very probable that she will; if not to-morrow, then the day after."
"If she comes the day after to-morrow she"ll find me out; I shall be out all day."
"There"s a confession! It"s only because you know that you will be out that you"re able to face the prospect with equanimity."
"You are not ent.i.tled to infer anything of the kind."
Ella interposed, perceiving that the girl was made uncomfortable by the man"s persistence.
"Don"t do quite so much supposing, Jack; let me do a little for a change. Suppose we lived in one of those flats in the charming neighbourhood of Chancery Lane or Bloomsbury, after which--vicariously--your soul so hankers, how much better off should we be there?"
"You would, at any rate, be within the reach of a.s.sistance."
"No more so than we are now, because, quite probably, the kind of neighbours we should be likely to have in the sort of flat we should be able to afford would be worse--much worse--than none at all.
The truth is that two lonely, hard-up girls--desperately hard-up girls--will be lonely wherever they are. We are quite prepared for that. Only we intend to choose the particular kind of loneliness which we happen to prefer--don"t we, Madge?"
"Of course we do."
"It makes me wild to hear you say such things. Rather than you should feel like that, I"d marry on nothing."
"Thank you, but I wouldn"t. I find it quite hard enough to be single on nothing."
"You know what I mean; I don"t mean actually on nothing. I was reckoning it up the other night. My income----"
"Your income"s like mine, Jack--capable of considerable increment. And would you be so kind as to change the subject?"
But the thing was easier said than done. Jack"s thoughts had been started in a groove, and they kept in it; the conversation was continually reverting to the subject of the girls" loneliness. His last words as he left the room were on the familiar theme.
"I grant that there are advantages in having a pretty little place like this all to yourselves, especially when you get it at a peppercorn rent; and that it"s nice to be your own mistresses, and all that kind of thing. But in the case of you two girls the disadvantages are so many and so serious, that I wonder you don"t see them more clearly for yourselves. Anyhow, Madge has had her first peep at them to-day, and I sincerely hope it will be her last; though I am persuaded that before very long you will discover that, as a place of residence for two lone, lorn young women. Clover Cottage has its drawbacks."
When Ella returned from saying farewell to Mr. Martyn in the hall, she glanced at Madge and laughed.
"Jack"s in his prophetic mood."
"I shouldn"t be surprised if his prophecy"s inspired."
Her tone was unexpectedly serious. Ella stared.
"What do you mean?"
"What I say."
"You"re oracular, my dear. What do you say?"
"That I think it quite possible that we shall find that residence at Clover Cottage has its drawbacks; I"ve lighted on one or two of them already."
Ella leaned against the edge of the table, regarding the speaker with twinkling eyes and smiling lips.
"My dear, you don"t mean to say that that crazy creature has left such an impression on your mind?"
"You see, my dear Ella, I haven"t told you all the story. I felt that I had given Mr. Martyn a sufficient handle against us as it was; so I refrained."
"Pray what else is there to tell? To judge from your looks and manner one would think that there was something dreadful."
"I don"t know about dreadful, but there certainly is something--odd.