That"s the way he springs on Aunt Zen.o.bia an imported landaulet, this year"s model, all complete even to monogrammed laprobes and a morocco vanity case in the tonneau. It"s one of these low-hung French cars, with an eight-cylinder motor that runs as sweet as the purr of a kitten.
Then here Sunday noon he takes me one side confidential. "Torchy," says he, "could you a.s.sist a poor but deserving citizen to retain the respect of his chauffeur!"
"Go on, shoot it," says I.
"Don"t be rash, young man," says he, "for the situation is desperate.
You see, Herman seems to think we ought to use the machine more than we do. Just to please him we have been whirled through thousands of miles of adjacent suburbs during the last week. Still Herman is unsatisfied.
Would it be asking too much if I requested you to let him take you out for the afternoon?"
I gives him the grin. "Maybe I could stand it for this once," says I.
"n.o.ble youth!" says he. "You deserve the iron cross. And should there be perchance anyone who could be induced to share your self-sacrifice----"
The grin plays tag with my ears. "How"d you guess?" says I.
Uncle Kyrle winks and pikes off.
So about two-thirty P.M. I"m landed at a certain number on Madison-ave.
and runs jaunty up the front steps. I was hopin" Aunty would either be out or takin" her after-dinner nap. But when it comes to forecastin" her moves you got to figure on reverse English nine cases out of ten. And if ever you want a picture of bad luck to hang up anywhere, get a portrait of Aunty. Out? She"s right on hand, as stiff and sour as a frozen dill pickle. Her way of greetin" me cordial as I"m shown into the drawin"
room is by humping her eyebrows and pa.s.sin" me the marble stare.
"Well, young man?" says she.
"Why," says I, "not so well as I was a couple of minutes--er--that it"s a fine, spiffy afternoon, ain"t it?"
"Spiffy!" says she, drawin" in her breath menacin".
"Va.s.sarese for lovely," says I. "But I don"t insist on the word. By the way, is Miss Vee in?"
"She is," says Aunty. "This is not Friday evening, however."
"Ah, say!" says I. "Can"t we suspend the rules and regulations for once?
You see, I got a machine outside that"s a reg"lar--well, it"s some car, believe me!--and seein" how there couldn"t be a slicker day for a spin, I didn"t know but what you"d let Vee off for an hour or so."
"Just you and Verona?" demands Aunty, stiffenin".
It was some pill to swallow, but after a few uneasy throat wiggles I got it down. "Unless," says I, "you--you"d like to go along too. You wouldn"t, would you?"
Aunty indulges in one of them tight-lipped smiles of hers that"s about as merry as a crack in a vinegar cruet. "How thoughtful of you!" says she. "However, I am not fond of motoring."
I don"t know whether someone punctured an air cushion just then, or whether it was me heavin" a sigh of relief. "Ain"t you?" says I. "But Vee"s strong for it, and if you don"t mind----"
"My niece is writing letters," says Aunty, "and asked not to be disturbed until after five o"clock."
"But in this case," I goes on, "maybe she"d sidetrack the letters if you"d send up word how----"
"Young man," says Aunty, settin" her chin firm, "I think you are quite aware of my att.i.tude. Your persistent attentions to my niece are wholly unwelcome. True, you are no longer a mere office boy; but--well, just who are you?"
"Private sec. of Mutual Funding," says I.
"And a youth known as Torchy?" she adds sarcastic.
"Yes; but see here!" says I. "I"ve just dug up a----"
"That will do," she breaks in. "We have discussed all this before. And I"ve no doubt you think me simply a disagreeable, crotchety old person.
Has it ever occurred to you, however, that you may have failed to get my point of view? Can you not conceive then that it might be somewhat humiliating to me to know that my maids suppress a smile as they announce--Mr. Torchy? Understand, I am not censuring you for being a nameless waif. No, do not interrupt. I realize that this is something for which you should not be held responsible. But can"t you see, young man----"
"If I can"t," I cuts in, "I need an eye doctor bad. I"ll tell you what I"ll do about this name business, though. I"m going to issue a white paper on the subject."
"A--a what?" says Aunty.
"Seein" you ain"t much of a listener," says I, "I"ll submit the case in writin". You win the round, though. And if it don"t hurt you too much, you might tell Vee I was here. You can use a bichloride of mercury mouth wash afterwards, you know."
Saying which, I does the young hero act, swings proudly on muh heel, and exits left center, leavin" Aunty speechless in her chair.
So Herman and me starts off all by our lonesome, swings into the Grand Boulevard and out through Pelham Parkway to the Boston Post Road. Deep glooms for me! Even the way we breezed by speedy roadsters don"t bring me any thrills.
I was still chewin" over that zippy roast Aunty had handed me. Nameless waif, eh? Say, that"s the rawest she"d ever stated it. Course I was fixed now to show her where she"d overdone the part; but somehow I couldn"t seem to frame up any way of gettin" my fam"ly tree on record without seemin" to do it boastful. Besides, Aunty wouldn"t take my word for Uncle Kyrle and all the rest. She"d want an affidavit, at least.
But I had made up my mind to have a talk with Vee. I hadn"t had more"n a glimpse of her for weeks now, and while I might not feel like givin"
her complete details of all that had happened to me recent, I thought I might drop an illuminatin" hint or so. Was I goin" to let a gimlet-eyed old dame with an acetic acid disposition block me off as easy as that?
"Herman," says I, "you can just drop me on Madison-ave. as we go down.
And you better report at the house before you put up the machine. They may want to be goin" somewhere."
I"d heard Uncle Kyrle speak of promisin" to make a call on someone he"d met lately that he"d known abroad. As for me, I just strolls up and down two or three blocks, takin" a chance that Vee might drift out. But I sticks around near an hour without any luck.
"Huh!" says I to myself at last. "Might as well risk it again, and if I can"t run the gate--well, swappin" a few more plain words with Aunty"ll relieve my feelin"s some, anyway."
With that I marches up bold and presses the b.u.t.ton. "Say," says I to the maid, "don"t tell me Aunty"s gone out since I left!"
Selma shakes her head solemn as her mighty Swedish intellect struggles to surround the situation. "Meesis she dress by supper in den room yet,"
says she.
"Such sadness!" says I. "Maybe there"s n.o.body but Miss Vee downstairs?"
"_Ja_," says Selma, starin" stupid. "Not n.o.body else but Miss Verona, no."
"You"re a bright girl--from the feet down," says I, pushin" in past her.
"Shut the door easy so as not to disturb Aunty, and I"ll try to cheer up Miss Verona until she comes down. She"s in the lib"ry, eh?"
Yep, I was doin" my best. We"d exchanged the greetin"s of the season and was camped cozy in a corner davenport just big enough for two, while I was explainin" how tough it was not havin" her along for the drive, and I"d collected one of her hands casual, pattin" it sort of absent-minded, when--say, no trained bloodhound has anything on Aunty! There she is, standin" rigid between the double doors glarin" at us accusin".
"So you returned after all that, did you?" she demands.
"I didn"t know but you might want to tack on a postscript," says I.
"Young man," says she, just as friendly as a Special Sessions Judge callin" the prisoner to the bar, "you are quite right. And I wish to say to you now, in the presence of my niece, that----"