"Not gallery G.o.ds, in any case," Severance caught her up. "That"s why we don"t want that sort in our mess and clubs. Most regiments have had to put up with a mixture of these "temporary gentlemen," but not Ours.
Besides, "temporary" and "permanent" are different words. The "temporary" kind can"t be permanent, don"t you see? For their own sakes, they ought to step down and out when they cease to be useful, because they never can be ornamental. We of the Brigade have a good deal to live up to, you must admit. I a.s.sure you, I"m not the only one who hasn"t exactly encouraged Garth to wear out his welcome."
"How about the Colonel?" Marise inquired.
"Oh, Pobbles. He doesn"t count in this sc.r.a.p. He"s practically never in the mess, so the bad manners and bad boots of a cad don"t interfere with his digestion. Besides, he was responsible for landing us with the fellow. I don"t suppose he ever dreamed for a moment that a man of that type would dare--or wish--to stay on as an officer of the regiment after the war. But there it is! To save his own face the C.O. could hardly give Garth the cold shoulder. Pobbles whitewashed himself by extolling the swine as a soldier, and quoting such stuff as "hearts are more than coronets," and so on."
"Aren"t they?" murmured Marise.
"Oh, of course, in the way you mean. But not in the mess of a Guards regiment."
"I see," said the girl, with a blue twinkle beneath the admired lashes.
For some reason it amused her to wave a red flag, and play with the lordly Severance as with a baited bull, under her mother"s cautioning glances. It was just a mood. Marise wasn"t even sure that she did not agree with Tony; and she was certain that Mums agreed. No lady possessed of ancestral jewels, handed down from beheaded aristocrats, could afford to hide the smallest coronet under the biggest bushel of hearts, in a mess, or a drawing-room, or anywhere! Poor Mums, she was being baited, too! But it was rather fun. And it could do no harm, since Marise counted Tony her own forever.
"So all of you younger officers have been doing your best to squeeze my poor countryman out?" she ventured on.
"Not because he"s a countryman of yours. You must understand that!
Because he"s impossible. And for the honour of the regiment. I"m sorry to say, though, that we weren"t unanimous in the matter. There have been two or three--er--not rows, but something in that line, a few men inclining to let Garth "dree his own weird," and learn for himself that he"s a square peg in a round hole. But Billy Ravenswood and Cecil de Marchand and I took a firm stand."
"I can see you taking it!" giggled Marise. "You took the firm stand on one foot only, and kicked with the other! When you got tired of the exercise, and had to sit down, you sat on Major Garth, V.C.--sat hard!"
Severance laughed a little too, her giggle was so contagious. Besides, at last, she did seem to be entering into the spirit of the game.
"Something of the sort," he admitted, not without pride in remembered achievements. "The lot of an intruder among us isn"t a happy one."
"I should think not, if the rest are like you," said Marise. "I"ve seen you perfectly horrid to quite inoffensive people you didn"t happen to approve of."
"The person you force me to discuss, dear child, is the opposite of inoffensive," amended Severance. "Can"t we drop him?"
"You seem to have done so successfully already," said she. "As he"s on this ship, homeward bound, the regiment is rid of him, isn"t it?"
"I"m not so sure. In fact, I"m not at all sure. He"s in mufti, certainly--to insult the good old word! But I understand he still refuses to confess he"s beaten, and is only on long leave."
"Oh, he"s in mufti! But you"ll point him out, if he comes on deck, won"t you, boy? After all this talk, I pine to see what he"s like. If he pa.s.ses by----"
"Thank Heaven, he has pa.s.sed by. He"s gone inside, and we"re rid of him for the moment."
"Tony, you don"t mean--you can"t!"
"What?"
"Samson?"
"Why, yes. Didn"t you realise that? Now perhaps you"ll understand why we don"t want this particular Samson pulling down the pillars of our temples."
"He may have heard what we said! He was walking back and forth part of the time as we talked."
"Who cares if he did hear? It would do him good--be a douche to cool his conceit."
At that instant the back of Severance"s head was coldly douched.
Something popped: something spurted. A jet of water sprayed over him, fizzing with such force that it blew his gold-laced Guards" cap over his eyes.
Marise and her mother were petrified. They could only gasp.
CHAPTER III
A CABIN WINDOW
After the first dazed instant, the girl had a wild inclination to laugh.
She suppressed it with the explosive struggle of suppressing a sneeze.
Poor, dear Tony! It would be cruel to make fun of him, more cruel than if the top of his head had been blown off! For him--especially at this moment of his high boasting--it was tragic to be made ridiculous. But it was funny--frightfully funny--to see his expression of stunned rage at the accident, as he dried his face and hair with a faintly fragrant, monogramed handkerchief, and wiped something fizzing out of his eyes.
Of course it--whatever it was--must have been an accident. Yet it was odd, or perhaps merely fortunate, that all the liquid had spurted over Severance, not a drop spattering the girl"s blue toque. That thought darted through the mind of Marise, and prompted a quick turn of the head. At the open stateroom window behind the deck chairs stood someone whose face she could not see. In fact, the presence of this person was indicated only by a ginger-beer bottle still pointing, pistol-like, at Lord Severance"s back. The bottle was almost empty, its contents having been discharged in one rush, and a mere inoffensive froth now dribbled over the window-sill. This vision told at a glance what had occurred.
The gla.s.s ball inside the mouth of the bottle had been pushed with too great violence. But why, why, had the experiment been made at the window? Was it the act of a stupid steward, or----
An answer to the question flashed into the girl"s brain, and again it was all she could do to control a shriek of laughter. (She had an inconvenient sense of humour, inherited from Louis Sorel, and earnestly discouraged by her mother.) What if--but no! The creature wouldn"t dare.
Or would he?
"Sorry!" said a voice. "Accident, I a.s.sure you. Hope the lady wasn"t touched."
With this, Marise knew that the creature had dared. Though she had never heard the "blighter" speak, she was as certain of his ident.i.ty as of her own. That, then, was his stateroom window. He had disappeared from the deck intending to do the thing, and he had done it. From his own point of view he had done it with deadly skill, and she was sure he knew without asking that "the lady" had not been "touched." Of course, he had heard what Severance said, and this was his revenge for past and present insults. It was, no doubt, the deed of a cad, or a mischievous schoolboy, but arriving on top of Severance"s last words, thus douching the doucher, it was so neat that it hit the girl"s sense of drama as the beer had hit the "bra.s.s hat."
She wanted to say, "No, I wasn"t touched, thank you." But Severance would never forgive her for bandying words with the bounder. She expected Tony to speak--to say something, if only a "d.a.m.n you!" which would have been almost excusable even in the presence of ladies. But to her surprise he left the disguised defiance unanswered.
"Disgusting!" he exclaimed impersonally. "Creatures like that ought to be caged. I"m afraid I must retire for repairs. But I"ll be back in a few minutes. You won"t go away, will you?"
"No, indeed," Mary Sorel a.s.sured him. "What a shocking shame. Poor Lord Severance! But how much worse if it had been ale or stout! Think of the horrid odour--and the stains on your beautiful coat!"
"It would have been ale or stout if the ship wasn"t "dry" on account of a few returning soldiers!" said Severance with extreme bitterness, as he got up. "I wonder it wasn"t ink. Only ink doesn"t spurt."
He crushed his wet cap over his wet hair, and went off, mumbling like distant thunder. Behind the chairs, the beer-bottle window slid shut, but Marise fancied she heard through the thick stained gla.s.s a wild chortle of joy.
Mrs. Sorel closed her book, with the lorgnettes to mark her page, and leaned across Tony"s empty chair.
"Marise, you laughed!" she reproved her daughter. "How could you?"
"I didn"t, I only boo-higgled in my throat."
"I wish you"d be more careful," cautioned the elder woman. "If you"re not, take it from me, you may be sorry yet. Tony is worried about something. I noticed it the moment we came on board. You know what an instinct I have! I feel as if--but I mustn"t tell you now. He may get to his stateroom and hear us."
"What makes you think he could hear us from his stateroom?" asked Marise. "Do you know where it is?"
"Why, yes," replied the other. "I was with him when he chose the place for our chairs. You were in our cabin showing Celine what to unpack. He pointed out his window, and--but my goodness!"
A gasp stopped her words. Marise followed the direction of the puzzled or startled brown eyes. They stared at the window just closed, from whose sill ginger-beer continued to drip.