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SCOTT THOMPSON
The Celebrity at Home
The Celebrity at Home
Bv VIOLET HUNT
AUTHOR OF *A HARD WOMAN*
SECOND EDITION
LONDON
CHAPMAN AND HALL, LD.
1904
Tempe, a valley in Thessaly, between Mount Olympus at the north,
and Ossa at the south, through which the river Peneus flows into the
yEgean. — Lemprilre.
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CHAPTER I
THEY say that a child's childhood is the happiest
time of its life !
Mine isn't.
For it is nice to do as you like even if it isn't good
for you. It is nice to overeat yourself even though
it does make you ill afterwards. It is a positive
pleasure to go out and do something that catches
you a cold, if you want to, and to leave off your
winter clothes a month too soon. Children hate
feeling " stuffy " — no grown-up person understands
that feeling that makes you wriggle and twist till you
get sent to bed. It is nice to go to bed when you
are sleepy, and no sooner, not to be despatched any
time that grown-up people are tired of you and take
the quickest way to get rid of a nuisance. Taken
all round, the very nicest thing in the world is your
own way and plenty of it, and you never get that
properly, it seems to me, until you are too old to
enjoy it, or too cross to admit that you do !
I suspect that the word " rice-pudding " will be
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written on my heart, as Calais was on Bloody Mary's,
when I am dead.
I have got that blue shade about the eyes that
they say early-dying children have, and I may
die young. So I am going to write down every-
thing, just as it happens, in my life, because
when I grow up, I mean to be an author, like my
father before me, and teach in song, or in prose,
what I have learned in suffering. Doing this will
get me insensibly into the habit of composition.
George — my father — we always call him by his
Christian name by request — offered to look it over
for me, but I do not think that I shall avail myself
of his kindness. I want to be quite honest, and set
down everything, in malice, as grown-up people do,
and then your book is sure to be amusing. I shall
say the worst — I mean the truth — about everybody,
including myself. That is what makes a book
saleable. People don't like to be put off with short
commons in scandal, and chuck the book into the
fire at once as I have seen George do, when the
writer is too discreet. My book will not be discreet,
but crisp, and gossippy. Even Ariadne must not
read it, however much of my hair and its leaves she
pulls out, for she will claw me in her rage, of course.
Grammar and spelling will not be made a specialty
of, because what you gain in propriety you lose in
originality and verve. I do adore verve !
George's own style is said to be the perfection of
nervousness and vervousness. He is a genius, he
admits it. I am proud, but not glad, for it cuts
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both ways, and it is hardly likely that there will be
two following after each other so soon in the same
family. Though one never knows ? Mozart's father
was a musical man, George says that to be daughter
to such a person is a liberal education ; it seems
about all the education I am likely to get ! George
teaches me Greek and Latin, when he has time. He
won't touch Ariadne, for she isn't worth it. He
says I am apt. Dear me, one may as well make
lessons a pleasure, instead of a scene ! Ariadne cried
the first time at Perspective, when George, after a
long explanation that puzzled her, asked her in that
particular, sniffy, dried-up tone teachers put on,
— " Did she see ? " And when he asked me, I
didn't see either, but I said I did, to prevent
unpleasantness.
I do not know why I am called Tempe. Short
for temper, the new cook says, but when I asked
George, he laughed, and bid me and the cook beware
of obvious derivations. It appears that there is a
pretty place somewhere in Greece called the Vale of
Tempe, and that I am named after that, surely a
mistake. My father calls me a devil — plain devil
when he is cross, little devil when he is pleased. I
take it as a compliment, for look at my sister Ariadne,
she is as good as gold, and what does she get by it ?
She does not contradict or ask questions or bother
anybody, but reads poetry and does her hair different
ways all day long. She never says a sharp word —
can't ! George says she is bound to get left, like
the first Ariadne was. She is long and pale and
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thin, and white like a snowdrop, except for her
reddish hair. The pert hepatica is my favourite
flower. It comes straight out of the ground, like
me, without any fuss or preparation in the way of
leaves and trimmings.
I know that I am not ugly. I know it by the
art of deduction. We none of us are, or we should
not have been allowed to survive. George would
never have condescended to own ugly children. We
should have been exposed when we were babies on
Primrose Hill, which is, I suppose, the tantamount
of Mount Taygetus, as the ancient Greeks did their
ugly babies. We aren't allowed to read Lempriere.
I do. What brutes those Greeks were, and did not
even know one colour from the other, so George says !
I am right in saying we are all tolerable. The
annoying thing is that the new cook, who knows
what she is talking about, says that children " go
in and out so," and even Aunt Gerty says that
" fancy children never last," and after all this, I
feel that the pretty ones can never count on keeping
up to their own standard.
I cannot tell you if our looks come from our
father, or our mother ? George is small, with a very
brown skin. He says he descends " from the little
dark, persistent races " that come down from the
mountains and take the other savages' sheep and
cows. He has good eyes. They dance and flash. His
hair is black, brushed back from his forehead like a
Frenchman, and very nice white teeth. He has a
mouth like a Jesuit, I have heard Aunt Gerty say.
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He never sits very still. He is about thirty-seven,
but he does not like us chattering about his age.
Mother looks awfully young for hers — thirty-six ;
and she would look prettier if she didn't burn her
eyes out over the fire making dishes for George, and
prick her fingers darning his socks till he doesn't
find out they are darned, or else he wouldn't wear
them again, and spoil her figure stooping, sewing and
ironing. George won't have a sewing machine in
the house. Her head is a very good shape, and she
does her hair plain over the top to show it. George
made her. Sometimes when he isn't there, she does
it as she used before she was married, all waved and
floating, more like Aunt Gerty, who is an actress,
and dresses her head sunning over with curls like
Maud. George has never caught Mother like that,
or he would be very angry. He considers that
she has the bump of domesticity highly developed
(though even when her hair is done plain I never
can see it ?), and that is why she enjoys being wife,
mother, and upper housemaid all in one.
We only keep two out here at Isleworth, though
my brother Ben is very useful as handy boy
about the place, blacking our boots and browning
George's, and cleaning the windows and stopping
them from rattling at nights — a thing that George
can't stand when he is here. When he isn't we just
let them rave, and it is a perfect concert, for this
is a very old Georgian house. Mother makes every-
thing, sheets, window-curtains, and our frocks and
her own. She makes them all by the same pattern,
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quite straight like sacks. George likes to see us
dressed simply, and of course it saves dressmakers'
bills, or board of women working in the house, who
simply eat you out of it in no time. We did have
one once to try, and when she wasn't lapping up
cocoa to keep the cold out, she was sucking her
thimble to fill up the vacuum. We are dressed
strictly utilitarian, and wear our hair short like Ben,
and when it gets long mother puts a pudding basin
on our heads and snips away all that shows. At
last Ariadne cried herself into leave to let hers
grow.
The new cook says that if we weren't dressed so
queer, Ariadne and me, we should make some nice
friends, but that is just what George doesn't want.
He likes us to be self-contained, and says that there
is no one about here that he would care to have us
associate with. Our doorstep will never wear down
with people coming in, for except Aunt Gerty, and
Mr. Aix, the oldest friend of the family, not a soul
ever crosses the threshold !
I am forgetting the house-agent's little girl, round
the corner into Corinth Road. She comes here to
tea with us sometimes. She is exactly between
Ariadne and me in age, so we share her as a friend
equally. We got to know her through our cat
Robert the Devil choosing to go and stay in Corinth
Road once. At the end of a week her people had
the bright thought of looking at the name and
address on his collar, and sent him back by Jessie,
who then made friends with us. George said, when
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he was told of it, that the Hitchings are so much
lower in the social scale than we are, that it perhaps
does not matter our seeing a little of each other.
She is better dressed than us, in spite of her low
social scale. She has got a real osprey in her hat,
and a mink stole to wear to church, that is so long
it keeps getting its ends in the mud. She doesn't
like our George, though we like hers. George came
out of his study once and passed through the dining-
room, where Jessie was having tea with us.
" Isn't he a cure ? " said she, with her mouth full
of his bread-and-butter.
We told her that our George was no more of a
cure than hers, which shut her upland was quite safe,
as neither Ariadne nor I know what a " cure "
is. She isn't really a bad sort of girl. We teach
her poetry, and mythology, and she teaches us
dancing and religion. She has a governess all to
herself every morning, and goes to church regularly.
She once said that her mamma called us poor, neg-
lected children, and pitied us. We hit her for her
mother, and there was an end of that. We love
each other dearly now, and have promised to be
bridesmaids to each other, and godmothers to each
other's children. I am going to have ten.
Ariadne went to her birthday party at Christmas,
and did a very silly thing, that Mother advised her
not to tell George about. Every one at home agreed
that poor Ariadne had been dreadfully rude, but
I can't see it ? I adore sincerity. When Mr. Hitch-
ings asked her what she would like out of the
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bran-pie when it was opened, same as they asked
all the other children, Ariadne only said quite
modestly, " A new papa, please ! "
Their faces frightened her so, that she tried to
improve it away, and explain she meant that she
should like an every-day papa, like Mr. Hitchings,
not only a Sunday one, like George. I know of
course what she meant, a papa that one sees only
from Saturdays to Mondays, and not always then,
is only half a papa.
Ariadne's real name is Ariadne Florentina, after
one of George's friends' books. She has nice hair.
It is reddish and yet soft, but it won't curl by itself,
which is a great grief and sorrow to her. But at
any rate, her eyelashes are awfully long and dark,
and she likes to put the bedclothes right over her
head and listen to her eyelashes scrabbling about
on the sheet quite loud. She has big eyes like
nursery saucers. The new cook calls them loving
eyes. On the whole, Ariadne is pretty, she would
think she was even if she wasn't, so it is a good thing
she is. She considers herself wasted, for she is
over eighteen now, and she has never been to a
party or worn a low neck in her life. We have
neither of us ever seen a low neck, but we know what
it is from books, and from them also we learn that
eighteen is the age when it takes less stuff to cover
you. The new cook says that all her young ladies
at her last place came out when they were only
seventeen. What is outness ? I asked George
once, and he said it was a device of the Philistines.
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I then told him that the new cook said that Ariadne
would never be married and off his hands unless he
gave her her chance like other young ladies, and
he said something about a girl called Beatrice
who was out and married and dead before she was
nine. Her surname was Porter, if I recollect. The
new cook said " Hout ! " and that Beatrice Porter
was all her eye and just an excuse for selfishness !
Anyhow it is Ariadne's affair, and she doesn't seem
to care much, except when the new cook fills her head
with ideas of revolt. She walks about the green
garden reading novels, and waiting for the Prince,
for she has a nice nature. I myself should just turn
down the collar of my dress, put on a wreath and
go out and find a Prince, or know the reason why !
We keep no gardener, only Ben. Ben is short
for Benvenuto Cellini, another of George's friends.
He is thirteen, old enough to go to school, only
George hasn't yet been able to make up his mind
where to send him. It is a good thing Ben has
plenty of work to do, for he is very cross, and talks
sometimes of running away to sea, only that he has
the North border to dig, or Cat Corner to clear.
That is the corner George calls The Pleasaunce
— it is we who call it Cat Corner. Not only dead
cats come there, but brickbats and tin kettles with
just one little hole in them, and brown-paper parcels
that we open with a poker. I hope there will be
a dead baby in one some day, to reward us. The trees
are so dirty that we don't like to touch them, and
the birds that scurry about in the bushes would be
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yellow, like canaries, Sarah says, only for the dirt
of London. I hardly believe it, I should like to catch
one and wash it. In the opposite corner George has
built a grotto, and we have to keep it dusted, and
he sits there and writes and smokes. The next
garden is the garden of a mad-house. The doctor
keeps a donkey and a pony. Once a table-knife
came flying over the wall to us. George's nerves
were so thoroughly upset that he could not bear
anything but Ouida and Miss Braddon read aloud
to him all the rest of the day. Mother happens to
like those authors and another Italian lady's books
that we are forbidden to mention in this house.
She never reads George's own works ; she says she
has promised to be a good wife to him, but that
that wasn't in the bond. She knows them too well,
having heard them all in the rough. Behind the
scenes in a novel is as dull as behind the scenes in a
theatre, you never know what the play is about.
Aunt Gerty says that all George's things are rank,
and quite undramatic, and George says he is glad
to hear it, for he doesn't like Aunt Gerty.
The other persons in the house are George's cats.
There are three. The grey cat, the only one who
has kittens, I call Lady Castlewood, out of Esmond
by Thackeray. George sometimes says " that
little cat of a Lady Castlewood " — it occurred to
me that " that little Lady Castlewood of a cat "
just suits ours, for she is a jealous beast, a can-
tankerous beast, and goes Nap with her claws all
over your face in no time ! She hates her children
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once they are grown up, and is merely on bowing
terms with them, or you might call it licking terms
— for she doesn't mind giving them a wash and a
brush-up whenever they come her way. Robert
the Devil was the one that stayed away a week. He
is very big and mild ; he can lie down and wrap
himself in his fur till he looks all over alike, and you
couldn't find any particular part of him, no more
than if he were a kind of soft hedgehog. George
talks to them and tells them things about himself.
" I am sure they are welcome to his confidence ! "
that is what the new cook said. She likes them better
than she likes him. She is quite kind to cats,
though she gives them a hoist with her foot some-
times, when they get in her way. They are valuable,
you see. I wish I was, for then people care what
you eat and give you medecines, which I love. It
isn't often you are disappointed in a new bottle of
medecine, except when there's gentian in it.
CHAPTER II
You don't get a very good class of servant down
this way, my mother says, but then she is so par-
ticular. She is the kind of mistress who knows how
to do everything better herself, and that kind never
gets good servants ; it seems to paralyze the poor
girls, and make them limp and without an idea in
their heads, or what they choose to call their heads,
which I strongly suspect is their stomachs. You can
punish or reward a servant best through its stomach,
and don't give them beer, or beer-money either !
Beer makes them cross or cheeky, depending, I
suppose, on the make of the beer. Mother never
gives it. They buy it, I know, but I never tell. It
would be as much as my place (in the kitchen) is
worth, and I value my right of free entry.
Mother is terribly down on dust too. She has
a book about germ culture, and sees germs in every-
thing. It doesn't make her any happier. But as
for dusting, so far as I can see, what they call dust-
ing is only a plan for raising the dirt and taking it
to some other place. It gets into our mouths in
the end. I do pity Matter that is always getting
into the wrong place, chivied here and there, with
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no resting-place for the sole of the foot. For when-
ever Mother sees dust anywhere,, or suspects it, she
makes a cross with her finger in it, and the servants
are supposed to see the cross and feel ashamed.
Though I don't believe any servant was ever ashamed
in her life. 'Tisn't in their natures. They just
grin and bear with it — with the dust, and the scold-
ing too.
" It's 'er little way," I heard Sarah say once, not
a bit unkindly or disagreeably, though, after Mother
had come down on her about something. But once
I caught the very same girl shaking her fist at
George's back and calling him " an old beast ! "
" Sarah," I said, " whom are you addressing ? "
"The doctor's donkey, miss," she said, as quick
as lightning, pointing to it grazing in the doctor's
garden next door. People were always overloading
that donkey, and shaking their fists at it.
I must get to the new cook. The last one gave
Mother notice, and I never could find out why,
because she was fond of Mother and could stand the
cats.
" Oh, I like you, ma'am," I heard her say, just as
if she disliked some one else. Mother took no notice,
but left the kitchen, and Cook took a currant off her
elbow and pulled down her sleeves, and mumbled
to Sarah, "It isn't right, and I for one ain't going
to help countenance it. A- visiting his family now
and then between jobs, just like a burglar — or some-
think worse ! "
What is worse than a burglar ? I was passing the
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scullery window, and Sarah had just thrown a lot
of boiling water into a basin in front of them both,
so that it made a mist and she didn't see me. I
knew, though, she was saying something rude, for
when Sarah told her she " shouldn't reely," she
muttered something more about a "neglected angel ! ' '
I did think at first she meant me, or perhaps the
doctor's donkey as usual, but then the words didn't
fit either of us ? I asked her straight if she did mean
the donkey, just for fun, and she said the poor beast
was minding his own business and I had better do
the same.
She left us next month, crying worse than I ever
did in my life for really serious things. Mother
patted her on the back as she went out at the back
door, and she kept saying, " A poor girl's only got
her character, mum, and she is bound to think of it — "
and Mother said, " Yes, yes, you did quite right ! "
and seemed just to want her out of the house and
a little peace and quiet and will of her own. The
very moment Sarah's back was turned, she set to
work and turned everything into the middle of the
room and left it there while she and Cook swept
round into every corner. Ariadne and I rather
enjoyed clearing our bed of the towel-horse before
we could lie down in it, and having dinner off the
corner of the kitchen-table because the dining-room
one was lying on its back like a horse kicking.
Of course George wasn't allowed home all this
time. Mother wrote to him where he was staying
at the Duke of Frocester's for the shooting (George
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shooting ! My eye ! — and the keeper's legs !) and
said he had better not come home till we were
straight again. I was in no hurry to be straight
again. It was like Heaven. When I was a child
I always built my brick houses crooked, and Ariadne
called me Queen Unstraight, and that made me cry.
But she liked this too. We made all the beds, and
didn't bother to tuck them in. It isn't necessary
to do so when we turn head over heels in the bed-
clothes on to the floor every night three times to
make us dizzy and sleepy. We washed up every-
thing with a nice lather of three things mixed that
occurred to me, Hudson's, Monkey Soap, and Bath
Eucryl. In the end there wasn't a speck of dirt,
or pattern either, left on the plates. It looked
much cleaner. Why should one eat one's meat
off a fat Chinese dragon or have bees all round the
edge of one's soup plate ready to fall in ? It is a
dirty idea. We basted the joints turn and turn
about, and our own pinafores. They couldn't scold
us for not keeping clean, any more than they can
pigs when they put them in a sty. We asked no
questions or bothered Mother at all, but we black-
leaded the steps and bath-bricked the grates, and
washed down the walls with soda-water. The wall-
paper peeled off here and there, but that shows it
was shabby and ready for death.
Mother said afterwards that she couldn't see any
improvement anywhere, but anyhow we enjoyed
ourselves and that is everything. We spent money
on it, for we bought decalcomanie pictures, and did
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bouquets all over the mantelpieces, but Mother in-
sisted we should peel all these off again before
George came back. He couldn't come back till
we got that cook, for George is most absurdly
particular about our servants. Sarah has got used
to him, and there seems to be no idea of her going.
She has to valet him, for he is always beautifully
dressed. She has to take the greatest care of her
own appearance, and get her nails manicured and
her hair waved when he is at home. That is about
all for her. But the cook he calls the keeper of his
conscience, that is to say, his digestion. His diges-
tion is as jumpy as he is. Sometimes it wants
everything quite plain, and he will eat nothing but
our rice-puddings and cold shapes of tapioca, etc. ;
at another time he calls it " apparition," and says
the very name of it makes him shiver. I am used
to cold shapes, alas ! He sometimes brings things
down from town himself — caviare and " patty de foy."
Children are not supposed to like that sort of thing,
but we do, and George gives them us ; he is not mean
in trifles. Sometimes it is pheasants and partridges,
that he has shot himself on ducal acres. They are
shot very badly, not tidily, with the shot all in one
place as it ought to be : Mr. Aix explained this to
me. They are not to be cooked till they are ready,
and when they are they are a little too ready for
Mother and us, so Papa and Mr. Aix have to eat it
all. George belongs to the sect of the Epicureans ;
I heard him tell the cook so, also that he is the re-
incarnation of a gentleman called Villon.
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For a month Mother " sat in " for cooks, and all
sorts of fat and lean women came and went. Our
establishment didn't seem attractive. George be-
spoke a fat one, by letter, but Mother inclined to
lean. These women sat on the best chairs and
prodded the pattern of the carpets with their dusty
umbrellas, and asked tons of questions, — far more
than she asked them, it seemed to me, and this one
that we have at last got was the coolest of all, but
in rather a nice way. She was tall and thin, with
a long nose with a dip in it just before the tip, which
was particularly broad. Ariadne said afterwards
that a nose like that seemed to need a bustle. She
said she was a north-country woman, and that is
about all she did tell us about herself, except her
name, Elizabeth Cawthorne.
She sat and asked questions. When she came to
the usual " And if you please, ma'am, how many is
there in family ? " Mother answered, " Myself and my
son and my two daughters, — and my sister — she is
professional — and is here for long visits — that is all."
" Then I take it you are a widow, ma'am ? "
Mother, getting very red, explained that George
is very little at home, so that in one way he didn't
count, but in another way he did, for he is very
particular and has to be cooked for specially. Being
an author, he has got a very delicate appetite.
" A proud stomach, I understand ye. Well, I
shall hope to give him satisfaction." She said that
as if she would have liked to add, " or I'll know the
reason why."
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She seemed quite to have settled in her own mind
that she was going to take our place. She " blessed
Mother's bonny face " before that interview was
over, and passed me over entirely.
She came in in a week, and the first time she saw
George she was " doing her hall." Ariadne and I
were there as George's hansom drove up and he got
out and began a shindy with the cabman.
"Honeys, this will be your father, I'm thinking ! "
she said.
Perhaps she expected us to rush into his arms,
but we didn't ; we knew better. We just said
" Hallo ! " and waited till he was disengaged with
the cabman, who wanted too much, as we are beyond
the radius. George didn't give it to him, but a good
talking to instead. The new cook stopped sweep-
ing— servants always stop their work when there is
something going on that doesn't concern them, and
looked quite pleased with George.
" He can explain himself, and no mistake ! " she
said to Sarah afterwards, and she cooked a splendid
dinner that night, for, says she to Sarah, " seemed
to her he was the kind of master who'd let a woman
know if she didn't suit him."
She doesn't " make much account of childer," in
fact I think she hates them, for when Ariadne showed
her the young shoots in a pot of snowdrops she was
bringing up, and said, " See, cook, they have had
babies in the night ! " Elizabeth, meaning to be
civil, said, " Disgusting things, miss ! "
Still, she isn't really unkind to children, and
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admits that they have a right to exist. She will
boil me my glue-pot and make me paste, and lets
Ariadne heat her curling-tongs between the bars of
the kitchen fire. She doesn't " matter " cats, but
she gives them their meals regular and doesn't hold
with them loafing in the kitchen, and getting tit-
bits stolen or bestowed. And they know she is just,
though not generous, and never forgets their supper.
They were all hid, as it happened, when she came
about the place, but she said she knew she had
got into a cat house as soon as she found herself
eating fluff with her tea, and she thinks she ought to
have been told. George laughs at her and calls
her "stern daughter of the north," but he wasn't
a bit cross when she told him that Ben ought to
be sent to school. He even agreed, but Ben isn't
sent. Ben is still eating his heart out, and he
keeps telling Elizabeth Cawthorne so. He is much
in the kitchen. She is very sensible. She just
stuffs a jam tart into his mouth, and says, "Tak'
that atween whiles then, my bonny bairn, to distract
ye." Ben takes it like a lamb, and it does distract
him, or at any rate it distends him ; he has got fat
since she came.
She orders Mother about as if she were a child.
Mother does look very young, as I have said. She
ought, and so ought Aunt Gerty, considering the
trouble they both take to keep the cloven hoof of
age off their faces. They go to bed with poultices
of oatmeal on them, and Aunt Gerty once tried the
raw-beef plaster. But what she does in the night
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she undoes in the day, with the grease paint and
sticky messes that are part of her profession.
She lives with us except when she is on tour, and
is only here when she is " resting " in the Era, and
all that time she is dreadfully cross, because she
would rather be doing than resting, for " resting "
is only a polite way of saying no one has wanted to
engage her, and that she is " out of a shop," which
all actresses hate.
CHAPTER III
I HAVE forced George's hand, so I am told, and
neither he nor mother take any notice of me.
But Aunt Gerty hugged me all over when she heard
what I had done, and scolded Mother for not being
nice to me.
" I don't see why you need put that poor child
in Coventry ? " she said. " You had more need
to be grateful to her than not. How much longer
was it going to go on, I want to know ? Hiding
away his lawful wife like an old Bluebeard, and me
Sister Anne boiling over and wanting to call it all
from the house-tops ! "
" Well, Gerty, you seem to have got it a bit
mixed ! " said Mother. " But, talking of Bluebeard ,
I always envied the first Mrs. B. the lots of cupboard
room she must have had ! I wonder if she was a
hoarder, like me, who never have the heart to throw
anything away ? If I do happen to see the plans
for the new house, I will speak up for lots of cup-
boards, and that is all I care about."
" See the plans ! Why, of course you will ! Isn't
it your right? You must make a point of seeing them
and putting your word in. Look after your own
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comfort in this world or you will jolly well find your-
self out in the cold, and 'specially with a husband
like you've got ! "
" Bother moving ! " said Mother, in her dreary
way that comes when she has been overdoing it,
as she has lately. "It is an odious wrench ; just
like having all one's teeth out at once."
" Hadn't need ! Yours are just beautiful. One
of your points, Lucy, and don't you forget it."
" The life here suited me well enough ; I had got
used to it, I suppose."
" You can get used to something bad, can't you,
but that's no reason you are not to welcome a change ?
Oh, you'll like the new life that's to be spent up-
stairs in the daylight, above-board like, instead of
this kind of ' behind the scenes ' you have been doing
for eighteen years. And a pretty woman still, for
so you are. Cheer up ! You are going to get new
scenery, new dresses, new backcloth "
" You see everything through the stage, Gerty.
I must say it irritates one sometimes, especially now,
when "
" I know what you mean. No offence, my dear
old sis. And you can depend on me not to be bring-
ing the smell of the footlights, as they call it — it's the
only truly pleasant smell there is, to my idea ! —
into your fine new house. Pity but He can't get
a little whiff of it into his comedies, and some
manager would see his way to putting them on,
perhaps ? No, beloved, me and George don't cotton
to each other, nor never shall. He isn't my sort.
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I like a man that is a man, not a society baa-lamb !
Baa ! I've no patience with such "
" Sh', Gerty. You seem to forget his child sitting
messing away with her paints in a corner so quietly
there ! "
That was me. Aunt Gerty stopped a minute, and
then they went on just the same.
" We have never minded the child yet " (which
was true), " and I don't see why we should begin
now. Tempe is getting quite a woman and able
to hold her tongue when needful. And she knows
her way about her precious father well enough.
What you've to think of now, Lucy, is getting your
hands white, and the marks of sewing and cooking
off. Lemons and pumice ! Cream's good, too. You
have been George Taylor's upper servant too long
— Gracious, who's that at the front-door ? "
Aunt Gerty nearly knocked me over in her rush
to the window. We were all three sitting in the
front bedroom, which is George's, when he is at
home, and Mother had been washing my hair. It
was a dreadfully hot day — a dog-day, only we haven't
any dogs, but the kittens were tastefully arranged
in the spare wash-basin all round the jug for cool-
ness. They had put themselves there. We humans
had got very little clothes on, partly for heat and
also having got out of the habit of dressing in the
afternoons, for no callers ever came to The Magnolias.
But there were some now. There was a big, two-
horsed thing at the door such as I have often seen
driving out to Hampton Court, but never, never had
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I seen one stop at our gate before. It was most
exciting. I hoped Jessie Hitchings and her mother
saw.
There were two ladies inside, one of them old and
frumpy, the other was Lady Scilly, whom I knew,
though Mother didn't. I haven't got to her yet
in my story. A footman was taking their orders,
and Sarah was standing at the door holding on to
her cap that she'd forgotten to put a pin in. Lucky
she had a cap on at all ! Mother doesn't like her to
leave her caps off to go to the door, even when George
isn't here, out of principle, and for once it told.
" For goodness sake get your head in, Gerty, you
have got the shade a bit too strong to-day," cried
Mother, pulling my aunt in by her petticoats, and
nearly upsetting the mirror on the dressing-table.
Aunt Gerty came in with a cross grunt, and we all
sat well inside till we heard the carriage drive away
and Sarah mounting the stairs all of a hop, skip
and a jump.
" Please m'm ! " she cried almost before she got
into the room, " there's a carriage-and-pair just
called "
" Anything in it ? " mother said.
" Two ladies, m'm, and here's their cards."
I took one and Aunt Gerty the other.
" Dowager Countess of Fylingdales ! " Aunt Gerty
read, as if she was Lady Macbeth saying, " Out,
dammed spot ! "
The card I held was for Lady Scilly, and there was
one for Lord Scilly, but it had got under the drawers.
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" I said you wasn't dressed, ma'am," Sarah said,
looking at Mother's apron all over egg, and her
rolled-up sleeves.
" No more I am," said Mother, laughing. " Don't
look so disappointed, Gerty. I couldn't have seen
them."
" But you shouldn't have said your mistress
wasn't dressed, Sarah," said Aunt Gerty. " It
isn't done like that in good houses. You should
have said, * My mistress is gone out in the
carriage.' '
" But that would have been a lie ! " argued Sarah,
" and I'm sure I don't want to go to hell even for a
carriage- and-pair."
" Oh, where have you been before, Sarah," Aunt
Gerty sighed, " not to know that a society lie can't
let any one in for hell fire ? Well, it is too late now ;
they have gone. And it was rather a shabby turn-
out for aristocratic swells like that, after all."
" They didn't really want to see me," said Mother.
" They only called on me to please George. He
sent them probably. I have heard him speak of
Lady Fylingdales. He stays there. She is one of his
oldest friends. She is lame and nearly blind. Lady
Scilly I shall never like from what I have heard of
her. Tempe, run in the garden in the sun and dry
your hair. Off you go ! "
" And get a sunstroke," thought I. " Just be-
cause she wants to talk to Aunt Gerty about the
grand callers ! "
So I stayed, and they have got so in the habit of
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not minding me that they went on as if I really had
been out broiling in the sun.
Mother began to talk very fast about the new
house, and getting visiting-cards printed, and taking
her place in Society. These ladies coming had given
her thoughts a fresh jog. She nearly cried over
the bother of it all, and what George would now go
expecting of her, and she with no education and no
ambition to be a smart woman, as Aunt Gerty was
continually egging her on to be, saying it was quite
easy if you only had a nice slight figure, like she has.
" Bead chains and pince-nezs won't do it as you
seem to think," Mother said. " And even if I get
to be smart, I shall never get to be happy ! "
" Happy ! " screamed my Aunt Gertrude. " Who
talked of being happy ? You don't go expecting
to be happy, unless it makes you happy, as it ought,
to put your foot down on those stuck-up cats who
have been leading your husband astray all these
years, and giving them a good what-for. It would
me, that's all I can say. Happiness indeed ! It is
something higher than mere happiness. What you
have got to do, my dear Lucy, is just to take your
call and go on — not before you've had a trip to
Paris for your clothes, though — and show them all
what a pretty woman George Taylor's qespised
wife is. There's an object to live for ! Thatp your
ticket, and you've got it. He married you for your
looks, now, didn't he ? "
" Nothing else," said Mother sadly.
" Nonsense ! Weren't you — aren't you as good
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as he ? You are the daughter of a respectable Irish
clergyman. Whose daughter — I mean son — is he ?
A French tailor's, I expect. You married him
eighteen years ago in Putney Parish Church by
special licence, when he was nothing and nobody
cared whom or what he married. Little flighty,
undersized foreign-looking creature ! You have been
a good wife to him, borne his children, nursed him
when he was ill, and kept a house going for him
to come back to when he was tired of the others,
and if it's been done on the sly, it hasn't been
through any will of yours ! And now that the matter
has been taken out of his hands, and a good thing
too, and he's obliged to leave off his dirty little tricks
and own you, and send his grand friends to call on
you, and build a nice house to put you in, you want
to back out and hide yourself — lose your chance
once for all and for ever ! You are good-looking,
your children are sweet — you'll soon catch them all
up, and then you can be as haughty and stuck-up
as the rest of them. If it is me you are thinking of,
/ shan't trouble you — I have my work and I mean
to stick to it!"
" I shall never disown you, Gerty."
" No, I dare say not, but I shan't put myself in
the way of a snub. I've got one thing that's been
very useful to me in this life — that's tact. I shan't
make a nasty row or a talk, but you'll not see more
of me than you want to. I'm a lady — I'll never
let anybody deny that — but I've knocked about
the world a bit, and it's a rough place, and that soft
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dainty manner people admire so, rubs off pretty
soon fighting one's own battles. The aristocracy
can afford to keep it on. Clothes does it, largely.
Where you're wearing chiffon, I'll be wearing linen,
that's the diff . Now I'm off—4 on ' first act and
share a dresser with three other cats, where there
sn't room to swing one. Ta-ta ! I'm not as vulgar
as you think ! "
She put on her picture-hat carefully with sixteen
pins in it, and went away. Mother asked me why
I hadn't been drying my hair in the garden all this
time ? Because I wanted to hear what Aunt Gerty
had to say, I answered, and Mother accepted the
explanation. But now I went and found a cool
place and meditated on my sins.
I am not what is called a strictly naughty child.
I am too busy. Satan never need bother about me
or find mischief for me to do, for my hands are never
idle, and I can generally find it for myself.
On the eventful morning that decided our fate
three weeks before this incident, I was in the drawing-
room, where we hardly ever sit, making devils with
George's name with the ink out of the best inkstand.
I spilt it. Why do these things happen ? It is the
fault of fatality.
There is nothing I hate more than the sickening
smell of spilt ink, or rather, the soapy rags they
chose to rub it up with, so I went up to my room
quietly intending to get my hat and go out till it
had blown over, or rather soaked in. Sarah was
there, tidying or something, and she said imme-
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diately, " Now whatever have you been up to ? "
I told her that the word " ever " was quite surplus
in that sentence, and that George objected to it
strongly. Thus I got away from her, wishing I
had a less expressive face.
I found myself in the street without an object.
I have got beyond the age of runaway rings, thank
goodness, but they did use to amuse me, till one day
an old gentleman got hold of me and went on
about the length of kitchen stairs generally, and the
shortness of cooks' legs, and the cruel risk of things
boiling over. He changed my heart. So this day
I just walked along to a motor-car, that I saw at
the end of the next street but one, standing in front
of the " Milliner's Arms," with nobody in it. I
expected the man was having a drink, for it was
piping hot. I got into the car and sat down, and
just put my hand on the twirly-twirly thing in front,
considering if I should set the car going. It was the
very first time I had ever been in a motor in my
life, and I simply hadn't the heart to miss the chance.
A lady came out of the Public. I never saw any-
thing so pretty, and her dress was all billowy, like
the little fluffy clouds we call Peter's sheep in a blue
sky, and the hem of it was covered with sawdust
off the public-house floor. Yet I can't say she
looked at all tipsy.
" I wanted a pick-me-up so badly, I just had to
go in and get it." She said this in an apologizing
sort of way, while I was just wondering how I should
explain my presence in her car. She settled that
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for me, by saying with a little sweet smile, " Well,
you pretty child, how do you like my motor-car ? "
" It is the first time I "
" Oh, of course ! Would you like to be in one
while it is on the move ? "
I confessed I should, and she jumped in beside me,
saying, " Sit still, then, child ! " and moved the
crissy-cross starfish thing in front, and we were off.
Mercy, what a rate ! Policemen seemed to hold
up their hands in amazement at us, and she looked
pleased and flattered. We drove on and on, past
the Hounslow turning, through miles of nursery
gardens and then miles of slums, till at last the
houses got smarter and bigger, and I guessed this
was the part of London where George lives, only I
did not ask questions. I hardly ever do. I did
see a clock once, and I saw it was nearly our lunch
time. I realized that I had missed rice-pudding for
once, and was glad. She talked all the way along,
and I listened. I find that is what people like, for
she kept telling me that I was a nice child, and that
she thought she should run away with me.
" You are running away with me," I said.
" And you don't care a bit, you very imperturb-
able atom ! I think I shall take you home with me
to luncheon. You amuse me."
She amused me. She was a darling — so gay, so
light, as if she didn't care about anything, and had
never had a stomach-ache in her whole life. If
George's high-up friends are like this, I don't wonder
he prefers them to Aunt Gerty. Mother can be as
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amusing as anybody, — I am not going to try to take
Mother down — but even she can't pretend she is
happy as this woman seemed to be. She was like
champagne, — the very dry kind George opens a
bottle of when he is down, and gives Mother and me
a whole glassful between us.
We were quite in a town now, and on a soft pave-
ment made of wood, like my bedroom floor. The
streets, oddly enough, grew grander and narrower.
She told me about the houses as we went along.
"That is where my uncle, the Duke of Frocester,
lives," she said, and pointed to a kind of grey tomb,
with a paved courtyard in a very tiny street. I knew
that name — the name of the man George stays and
shoots with — but of course I didn't say anything.
Then we passed a funny little house in a smaller
street called after a chapel, and there was a fanlight
over the door, and a great extinguisher thing on the
railings.
" You have no idea what a lovely place that is
inside," she told me. " A great friend of mine lives
there, and pulled it about. He took out all the in-
side of the house, and made false walls to the rooms.
One of them has just the naked bricks and mortar
showing, but then the mortar is all gilt. He always
has quantities of flowers, great arum lilies shining
in the gloom, and oleanders in pots, and stunted
Japanese trees. He gives heavenly tea-parties and
little suppers after the play. He writes plays, but
somehow they have never been acted that I know of ?
Bachelors always do you so well* I declare, if t
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wasn't going to see him this very afternoon at my
club, I would go in and surprise him, now that I
have got you with me, you little elf ! You have
certainly got the widest open eyes I ever saw. He
is probably in there now, working at his little table
in the window, getting up the notes for his lecture,
so we should put him out abominably. I will take
you to the lecture instead. And remind me to lend
you one of his books, — that is, if your mother allows
you to read novels."
I explained to her that I was a little off novels,
as my father kept us on them.
" Oh, does he ? How interesting ! I love authors !
You must introduce him to me some day. Bring
him to one of my literary teas. I always make a
point of raising an author or so for the afternoon.
It pleases my crowd so, far better than music and
recitations, and played-out amusements of that
kind ; and then one doesn't have to pay them. They
are only too glad to come and get paid in kind looks
that cost nothing. The queerer they are, the more
people believe in them. I used to have Socialists,
but really they were too dirty ! Some authors now
are quite smart, and wear their hair no longer than
Lord Scilly, or so very little longer. Now, there is
Morrell Aix, the man who wrote The Laundress. I
took him up, but he had been obliged, he said, to
live in the slums for two years to get up his facts,
and you could have grown mustard and cress on
the creases of his collar. And I do think, considering
the advertisement he gave them, the laundresses
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might have taken more trouble with the poor man's
shirts ! "
I knew Mr. Aix, of course, and I have often seen
Mother take the clothes-brush to him, but I said
nothing, for I like to show I can hold my tongue.
Knowledge is power, if it's ever so unimportant.
We didn't go far from the house with walls like
stopped teeth, before she pulled up at another rather
smart little door in a street called Curzon.
" Here we are at my place, and there's Simmy
Hermyre on the doorstep waiting to be asked to
lunch."
It was a nice clean house with green shutters and
lovely lace curtains at the windows, that Ariadne
would have been glad of for a dress, all gathered and
tucked and made to fit the sash as if it had been
a person. The young man standing at the front
door had a coat with a waist, and a nice clean face,
and a collar that wouldn't let him turn his head
quickly. He helped us out, and she laughed at him
as if he was hers.
" Are you under the impression that I have asked
you to lunch ? Why, I don't suppose there is any!"
Imagine her saying that when she had brought
me all the way from Isleworth to have it ! I didn't,
of course, say anything, and she made me go in, and
the young man followed us, quite calm, although
she had said there wasn't anything for him to eat.
" I would introduce you to this person " (I thought
it so nice of her not to stick on the offensive words
little or young !) " only it strikes me I don't know
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her name." She didn't ask it, but went on, " It's a
most original little creature, and amused me more
in an hour than you have in a year, my dear boy ! "
Now, had I said anything particularly amusing ?
I hadn't tried, and I do think you should leave off
calling children " it " after the first six months.
Mothers hate it. Still, though I didn't think her
quite polite, I told her my name — Tempe Vero-
Taylor — in a low voice so that she could introduce
me to her great friend, as we were going to lunch
at the same table. I thought there wouldn't be a
children's table, as she didn't speak of children, and
I was glad, for children eat like pigs and have no
conversation.
Her eyebrows went up and her mouth went down,
but she soon buttoned up her lips again, though they
stayed open at the corners, and didn't introduce me
to Mr. Hermyre at all. I didn't suppose I should
ever meet him again, so it didn't matter.
We went in and had lunch, and it was quite a
grand lunch, hot, and as much again cold on a side-
table. But I was actually offered rice-pudding !
I wouldn't have believed it, in a house like this.
I refused rather curtly, but she ate it, and very little
else. I generally take water at home, but I did
not see why I shouldn't taste champagne when I
had the chance, and I took a great deal, quite a
full glass full, and when I had taken it, I felt as if I
could fight a lion. George often says when he comes
back from London that he has been fighting with
wild beasts at Ephesus. I wondered if I might not
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meet some this afternoon at the lecture at the Go-
ahead Club ? Lady Stilly (that's her name) said
she must take me, and I knew I should be bored,
but I couldn't very well say no.
" You may come too, Simmy," she said to the
young man ; " it will be exciting, I can promise
you ! "
" Not if I know it," he said. Then he tried to
be kind and said, " What is the lecture about ? "
" The Uses of Fiction."
" None, that I can see, except to provide some
poor devil with an income."
" That's a man's view."
" It is," he said, " a man, and not a monkey's.
You don't call your literary crowd men, do you ? "
I was just wondering what he did call them, when
Lady Stilly shut him up, and I thought she looked
at me. Presently he went on —
" You're quite spoiling your set, you know,
Paquerette. I used to enjoy your receptions."
" I don't see why you should permit yourself to
abuse my set because you're a fifth cousin. That's
the worst of being well connected, so many people
think they have the right to lecture one ! "
" All the better for you, my dear ! Do you suppose
now, that if you were not niece to a duke and cousin
to a marquis, that Society would allow you to fill
your house with people like Morrell Aix and Mrs.
Ptomaine and Ve "
Lady Stilly jumped up and said she must go and
dress, and if he wouldn't come to the lecture he must
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go, and pushed me out of the room in front of her
and on up-stairs.
" Good-bye ! " she called to him over the ban-
nisters. " Let yourself out, and don't steal the
spoons."
That was a funny thing to say to a friend, not to
say a relation ! We went up into her bedroom, and
her old nurse — I suppose it was her nurse, for she
wore no cap and bullied her like anything — came
forward.
" Put me into another gown, Miller ! " she said,
flopping into a chair. Miller did, putting the skirt
over her head as if she had been a child, and even
pulling her stockings up for her. Then she had a
try at tidying me.
" Don't bother. The child's aU right. She's so
pretty she can wear anything."
I think personal remarks rude even if she does
think me pretty, but I said nothing. She looked
at herself very hard in the glass, and we went down-
stairs and got into the motor again. Lady Scilly
sat with her hand in mine, and a funny little spot
of red on the top of the bone of her cheek that I
hadn't noticed there before. It was real.
CHAPTER IV
WE went into a house and into a large empty room
with whole streets of coggley chairs and a kind of
pulpit thing in the middle. A jug of water and a
tumbler stood on it. There was a governessy-look-
ing person present, presiding over this emptiness,
whom Lady Scilly immediately began to order about.
She was the secretary of the club, and Lady Scilly
is a member of the committee.
" Where will you sit, Lady Scilly ? " said this
person, and she asked a good many other questions,
using Lady Scilly 's name very often.
" I shall sit quite at the back this time," Lady
Scilly answered. " Too many friends immediately
near him might put the lecturer out ! " As she said
this she looked at me wickedly, but I could not think
why.
We then went away and read the comic papers
for a little until the place had filled. In the reading-
room we met a gentleman, who seemed to be a great
friend of Lady Scilly's. He spoke to me while she
was discussing some arrangement or other with the
secretary, who had followed her.
" How do you like going about with a fairy ? "
he asked me.
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" I'm not," I said. " She's a grown-up woman,
old enough to know "
" Worse ! " he interrupted me. " She is what I
call a fairy ! "
" What is a fairy ? " I asked, though he seemed
to me very silly, and only trying to make conver-
sation.
" A fairy is a person who always does exactly
as she likes — and as other people sometimes don't
like."
" I see," I said, as usual, although I did not see,
as usual, " just as grown-up people do."
" But she isn't pretty when she is old ! I wonder
if you will grow up a fairy ? No, I think not, you
don't look as if you could tell a lie."
" I beg your pardon," I said. He then remarked
that Lady Scilly had sent him to take me into the
room where the lecture was to be given, and we went.
Of course I politely tried to let age go first, but he
didn't like that, and said "Jeunesse oblige," and
"Place aux dames," and "Juniores adpriores" — every
language under the sun, winding up with that silly
old story about the polite Lord Stair, who was too
polite to hang back and keep the king waiting.
" Oh yes, I know that story," I said, just to prevent
him going on bothering. " It's in Ollendorff."
l The lecture-room was quite full, and we — Lady
Scilly and I — squeezed ourselves in at the back in
a kind of cosy corner there was, and we were almost
in the dark.
" Sit tight, child, whatever happens ! " she kept
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saying, and held my hand as if I should run away.
When among a rain of claps the lecturer came in
I saw why, for it was George !
Lady Scilly grabbed my arm, and said, " Don't
call out, child ! "
As if I was going to ! But now I saw why she had
kept calling him the lecturer instead of saying his
name whenever she had spoken of him before. Now
I saw why she was so full of nods and winks and
grins, and had brought me to the lecture so par-
ticularly. Now I saw why the old gentleman had
called her a fairy — that meant a tease, and I wasn't
going to gratify her by seeming upset or anything.
Not I ! So I sat quite still as she told me, and George
began.
I borrowed a pencil of the Ollendorff man, and
put down some notes to remind me of what George
said, for Ariadne. It took me some time to get used
to the funny little voice George put on to lecture
with, quite different to his Isleworth voice. Presently
when I began to catch on a little I found that the
lecture was all about novels and the good of them,
as Lady Scilly had said. This is the sort of thing —
" A novel" said my father, " is apt to hold a group
of quite ordinary, uninteresting characters, wallowing
in their clammy, stale environment, like fishes in an
aquarium, held together by a thin thread of narrative,
and bounded by the four walls of the author's experi-
ence. His duty is to enlarge that experience, for to
novels we go, not so much for amusement as for a
criticism of Life. That portion of life which comes
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under the reader's own observation is naturally so re-
stricted, so vastly disproportionate, to the whole great
arcana" (I do hope I got this down right !) " The
novelist should be omniscient and omnipotent." (Once
I got these two great words, all the rest seemed
child's play.) " A great responsibility lies with the
purveyors of this necessary panorama of existence, the
men who monopolize the furnishing and regulating of
the supply" (Loud applause.) " The right man, or
per 'adventure, the right woman " (he bowed at Lady
Scilly), " knows, or ought to know, so many sides, while
the reader, alas, knows but one, and is so tired of that
one ! "
Everybody sighed and groaned a little to show
how tired they were, and George went on —
" / see my audience is in touch with me. It works
both ways" (What works both ways ? I must have
left something out.) " A Duchess of my acquaint-
ance said some poignant, pregnant words — as indeed
all her words are pregnant and poignant " (he bowed
to an old corpulent lady in another part of the room)
— " to me the other day. She said that her novel of
predilection was not a society novel. ' / know it all,
don't I, like the palm of my hand?' she objected. ll
know how to behave in a drawing-room and how not
to behave in a boudoir / ' So she complained. The
substance of her complaint, as I understand it, is
this ; — what she wants is worlds not realized ! She
wants to see the actress in her drawing-room, the
flower-girl in her garret, the laundress at her tub, the
burglar at his work "
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Here George made a little bob at Mr. Aix in the
audience, for there he was, and there was another
fit of clapping. Then he went on —
" / mean to say that what we mostly seek in fiction
is to be taken out of our own lives, and put into some-
body else's — to temporarily change our moral environ-
ment. High life is deeply interested in what is going
on below stairs. Bill Sykes and 'Liza of Lambeth,
if they have any time for reading, want to know all
about countesses and their attendant sprites" (Fancy
calling Simon Hermyre that !) " The Highest or the
Lowest, but no middle course, is the novelist's counsel
of perfection. There is no second class in the literary
railway.
" Yet there is a serious issue involved in this pro-
position. If, for instance — only for instance, for I
am very sure that most of us here will have to rely on
imagination, not fact, to support my illustration —
if our home is a suburban one, and our wildest actual
dissipation a tea-party in Clapham or Tooting — even
Clapham Rise or Upper Tooting — we must transport
ourselves in seven-league boots to the better quarters
of London, to visualize the giddy cultured throng in
the halls of Belgravia, and set down accurately the
facile inaccuracies of the small talk of May fair. It is
the tale of the mad, bad great world that sets the heart of
the matron of Kennington Common aflame, and makes
her waking dreams ' all a wonder and a wild desire.'
Que voulez vous ? She is our staple standing reader.
She does not want to bend her chaste thoughts towards
Hornsey Rise and Cricklewood, to envisage, stimulated
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by the novelist's art, its bursten boilers, its infant woes,
its humdrum marrying and giving in marriage. No,
she prefers, in her grey unlovely Jerry-built parlour,
to gloat over the morbid, rose-coloured sins that are
enacted in the halls of fashion ; the voluptuous sorrows
of the Bridge-end of the week ; the mystery of Royal
visits postponed are her chosen pabulum. To all
these novelists whose ways are cast in safe and hum-
drum middle-class places I would say that they had
best ignore their entourage as a help to local colour.
In this case, character drawing, like charity, should
not begin at Home. Go out, go out, young man, from
thy homely nest in the suburbs, where the females of
thy family hang over their flaccid meat teas in faded
blouses "
I think it was about here that I half got up, quite
determined, and Lady Stilly pinched me in several
places at once.
" Don't nip me, please," I said. " I think
somebody ought to get up and tell George he's
drivelling, and if nobody else does, I will,"
" Bless the child ! " she said. " You may answer
him when he's done, if you like, and can. It will
be quite amusing."
I think that she really was a fairy, but never mind !
I did think somebody ought to stop George, and take
Mother's side. So I waited, though I stopped my
ears and would not listen to any more till George sat
down and the secretary lady asked if some one would
care to answer Mr. Vero-Taylor's speech ? Lady
Stilly poked me up, and I got up so that George and
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all of them could see me, and I didn't feel a bit shy
— no, for I had something to say, and off I went,
to speak up for Mother who wasn't there to speak
up for herself.
" Ladies and Gentlemen," I said — I noticed that
George began like that — " I don't agree at all with
what the gentleman — who is my father — has been
saying about Tooting — Upper Tooting, I mean. He
ought to be more patriotic, as he lives at Isleworth,
which is pretty nearly the same thing, part of his
time anyhow, and I suppose he needn't do it unless
he likes. And as for what he says about Mother,
why, I can tell everybody that Mother doesn't read
novels about Duchesses or anybody. She hasn't
time, she's much too busy in the house, bringing
us up, and cooking specially for George, and so on.
That's all ! "
I sat down with a bump. George seemed to sub-
side, and I lost him, but I hardly expected him to
come and hug me. Lady Scilly went and comforted
him, perhaps ! I don't know what happened, except
tea and coffee, but I didn't feel inclined, and I asked
Mr. Aix to take me home.
He did, in a hansom. He held my hand all the
way. We didn't talk, but I am sure he wasn't cross
with me, and held my hand to show it. He seemed
to know I was going to have a bad time.
I did. Even Mother scolded me.
Papa didn't come near us for a week, and when
he was due I asked if I might have a cold and be in
bed. God sent me a real cold to make me truthful.
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Aunt Gerty nursed me. It wasn't so bad. She
read to me about Thumbelina and Boadicea, my
two favourite heroines, one big and the other little,
and poetry about my painted boy, which I love and
that always makes me go to sleep. I believe it is
spelt with a u, and doesn't mean a child at all. But,
I like it best my way —
" We left behind the painted buoy
That tosses at the harbour-mouth,
And madly danced our hearts with joy
As fast we fleeted to the South."
While I was ill, though, I missed all the discussions
about moving, and the results of the lecture and all
that. Ariadne reported what she could. She said
that Mother and George never mentioned me, but
talked as if the drains had gone wrong, or a pipe
had burst, or as if George had lost a lot of money
somehow. Everything is to be altered and the world
will be topsy-turvey when I get down-stairs again.
Though I don't suppose that even if I did get a
chance of putting my word in, I could alter anything
as I wished it ? These grown-ups, once they get
the bit between their teeth !
CHAPTER V
IT is no fun for George now, when everybody
knows he is a married man. Lady Scilly took care
of that, and told everybody as a good joke, and all
her friends at the Go-ahead Club told their friends
how George Vero-Taylor's little girl had burst into
the middle of his lecture there and given him away
— such fun, don't you know ! It wasn't fun for me,
for I had nothing but the consciousness of a bad
action to support me in Coventry, where they all
put me for a month. It wouldn't have mattered
so much if George hadn't been at home a good deal
about that time. I think I prefer George as a visitor,
and so does Elizabeth Cawthorne, though she says
it is more natural perhaps for a gentleman to stop
with his family, though wearing to the servants.
George is a philosopher. He has been forced to
own up to a family, and thus has lost a certain
amount of prestige, but he is now trying a new line.
At any rate, he has been a good deal talked about,
and got into the newspapers, and that will sell an
edition, I should think. He has a volume on the
stocks. Misfortunes never come single-handed,
luckily. He settled to build a house — a house that
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should express him and shelter his family as well.
Mother didn't want to build. If we had to move, she
wanted a dear little house on the river at Datchet,
or even at Surbiton, and she and I used to go down
for the day third-class to see if there were any to let.
We used to take a packet of sandwiches and a soda-
water bottle full of milk for us both. Mother never
hardly touches spirits. In this way we looked over
heaps of little earwiggeries trimmed with clematises
and pots of geraniums hanging from the balconies,
with their poor roots higher than their heads, and
manicured lawns right down to the water's edge.
George didn't stop our doing this and taking so much
trouble ; I believe he thought it-amused us and did
him no harm. But all the time, he was hansoming
it backwards and forwards to St. John's Wood, where
he meant to settle. He quietly chose a site, and
bought it, and was his own architect, though a little
Mr. Jortin he discovered, made the plans from his
dictation. He got no credit, except for the blunders.
George, being a man of the widest culture, wanted
to show the world that he can do other things than
write books. In Who's Who, he doesn't mention
writing as one of his occupations, not even as one
of his amusements. These are Riding, Driving,
Shooting, Fishing, Fencing, Polo, Rotting and Log-
rolling, or at least, that's what his friend Mr. Aix
read out to us one afternoon he came to see us, out
of the very newest edition, and George was in the
room too, and laughed.
All this time Ariadne and I were kept hard at it
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copying things. George talked of nothing but
atriums and tricliniums and environments. I only
interrupted once, when I said that they had never
mentioned a main staircase, and was it going to be
outside, like those wooden ones you see in the
country, with the fowls stepping up to bed on them ?
They thanked me, and added an inside stairs to the
plan at once.
As soon as we get into the new house, George in-
tends to raise his prices. He expects to get ten
pounds per " thou." He told Middleman, his literary
agent, so. Up to now his price was four pound ten
per " thou." for articles, and the royalties on his last
book are going to pay for the new house. Middle-
man says George will be quite right to charge estab-
lishment charges. Middleman is supposed to have
a faint, very faint sense of humour, and that's the
only way people get at him. Mr. Aix says Middle-
man can run up an author's sales twenty per cent, in
no time, if he fancies you personally, or thinks there's
money in you.
George's new book is going to be not mediaeval
this time ; people have imitated him and The
Adventures of Sir Bore and Sir Weariful was brought
out just to plague him, so he is going to quit that for
a time. He thinks that the Isles of Greece would
be a good place to dump a few English aristocrats
and tell their adventures on. He will go abroad
soon, but is waiting for some of the aristocrats to
make up a party and pay his expenses.
Meanwhile Cinque Cento House, as it is to be
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called, rose like a thief in the night, and as it grew
higher and higher Mother's face grew longer and
longer. She refused to go near it, and it was Lady
Stilly who helped George to arrange the furniture.
Aunt Gerty, however, is practical, and tried to
get Mother to take some interest in her own
mansion.
"I do," Mother said, "but at a distance. I
couldn't be of any use advising, and whatever I ad-
vised, George would still take his own way. That
odious woman, whom I thank God I have never
set eyes on, is always about, and would put my back
up if I met her there, and I should say things I should
be sorry for after. No, Gerty, let them arrange it
as they like, and buy furniture and set it up. It is
George's own money. He earned it."
" Not by the sweat of his brow, at all events ! "
sneered my aunt.
" I came to him without a penny, and I haven't
the right to dictate so much as the position of a
wardrobe."
" You're the man's lawful wife," said Aunt Gerty,
as she always did. One got tired of the expression.
"Yes, unfortunately," said Mother. "Or I'd
have a better chance ! But I am not going to fight
over George with that minx ! "
How Mother did hate Lady Stilly, to be sure, a
person she had never seen ! I once told her she
needn't be cross with Lady Stilly, and how harmless
she was, and how very little she really thought of
Papa — snubbed him even, and treated him like dirt ;
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and then she was cross with me, and said George was
a man of whom any woman might be proud.
Ariadne and I went over to the new house often,
to get measurements for blinds and curtains and
things at home. Mother made them, and then we
took them round. Lady Stilly was always there,
from twelve to two, and George generally met her
and they shut themselves into first one room and
then another, discussing it. Vanloads of furniture
kept coming in, and all George's furniture from his
old rooms in Mayfair. She kept saying —
" Oh, that dear old marquetry cabinet ! How I
remember it in Chapel Street, and how the firelight
caught it in the evenings ! " or else — " That sweet
little pair of Flemish bellows ? Do you remember
when you and I " — something or other ?
She marched about and settled everything. George
took it quite mildly, and made jokes, at least I
suppose they were jokes, for he made her laugh
consumedly, so she said. It's extraordinary how
he can make people laugh — people out of his own
family !
She is very friendly to me and Ariadne, and has
promised to present Ariadne at the next Court. It's
to please George, if she does remember to do it.
But if I were Ariadne I should refuse till my own
mother had been presented first, so that she could
introduce me herself. George ought to insist on it,
but he always says " Let them rave ! " and that
means, Do as you like, but don't bother me. What
he won't like will be forking out forty pounds for
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Ariadne's dress, and it will end by her staying at
home. Ariadne wants to be presented badly ; she
is practising curtseys already, and longing for the
season to begin. I would not condescend to owe
even a pleasure to Lady Scilly, but Ariadne is so
poor-spirited, and Aunt Gerty continually advises
her to take what she can get, and make what she
can out of George's " mash," when well disposed.
About Easter, George got his chance. Lady
Scilly proposed a month's yachting trip in the
Mediterranean in somebody's yacht that they were
willing to lend her, on condition she invited her own
party and included them. If I had a yacht, I would
ask my own party, that is all I can say. She asked
George to go with them — " We shan't see more of Mr.
Pawky (i.e. the owner) than we can help, and you can
have a study on board and write a yachting novel,
like William Black's, and put old Pawky in. He is
quite a character, you know, with a gilded liver, as
they say — dyspeptic and all that. I can't stand
him, but you might bear with him a little in the
interests of Art!" George had no objection to visit-
ing the scene of his new book at Mr. Pawky' s ex-
pense, in the company of his own pals, and accepted
at once. I wonder if they will batten down the
hatches on Mr. Pawky as soon as they get out to
sea, and keep him there for the rest of the voyage ?
It would be just like them.
George proposed to Mother that she should move
in while he was away. He said somebody must go
in to get the painters out. Then he would come
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home fresh and full of material, and find his study
organized and everything ready for him to begin.
He said there would be ructions, inseparable from
a first installation, and that would put him off work
abominably, and spoil the whole brewing !
" Dear," said Mother, " I fear we shall do badly
without you — you are a man, at least — but I'll be
good, and spare you cheerfully ! "
So he went. Then Mother set to work, and was
perfectly happy. There was to be a sale in this
house, because the furniture in it would not go with
what George and Lady Scilly had chosen for Cinque
Cento House, but there were some old pieces Mother
could not do without. Her nice brass bedstead,
and the old nursery fender that Ariadne nearly
hanged herself on once in a fit of naughtiness, and
of course all the bedding and linen and kitchen
utensils from " The Magnolias " — one could hardly
suppose Lady Scilly had troubled herself about that
sort of thing ? The greengrocer " moved " us for
two pounds. Mother and Aunt Gerty and the cook
saw the things off at Isleworth, and Ariadne and
I and Kate — Sarah had gone, and I never got any
better reason than that she "had to "—received
them at Cinque Cento House. Mother had stuck
to it, that she would not go near the place till she
went in for good, so it was to be all quite new to her
and Aunt Gerty. Ariadne and I, who had been in
and out for months, wondered how they would like
it, and expected some sport when their eyes first fell
on it.
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We had a long delightful day of anticipation, and
putting things where they had to go, and in the even-
ing Mother and Aunt Gerty came. They had got out
of the train at Swiss Cottage, and asked their way
to their own house. Aunt Gerty had her mouth
wide open ; Mother had hers tight shut. She was
not intending to carp or pass opinions, but the front-
door knocker was a regular slap in the face, and took
her breath away.
She tried to talk of something else, and whispered
to Aunt Gerty, " Rather an inconvenient place for
a coal-shoot, isn't it ! Right alongside the front-
door ! "
I hastened to explain that that was the larder-
window she saw, to prevent unpleasantness.
Mother shivered when she got into the hall, which
is vast and flagged with marble like a church. " It
strikes very cold to the feet!" she said to Aunt Gerty.
" Mine are like so much ice."
" Oh, come along, and we'll brew you a glass of
hot toddy ! " Aunt Gerty said cheerfully. " It's
a bit chilly, I think, myself, but 'ansom, like the
big 'all where 'Amlet 'as the players ! "
Aunt Gerty is generally most careful, but she is
apt to drop a little h or so when she is excited. She
could hardly contain herself, as Ariadne and I had
hoped, when she saw the gilt stairs leading up into
the study.
" What price broken legs ? Why, I shall have to
get roller-skates or take off my shoes and stockings
to go up them ! "
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" So you will, Aunt Gerty," said Ariadne. " It
is one of George's rules. He made Lady Stilly
even leave off her high heels before she used
them."
" Took 'em off for her himself with his lily hands,
I suppose ? " snorted my aunt. " Well, I don't
expect you will find me treading those golden stairs
very often. I ain't one of George's elect."
" Such wretched things to keep clean," Mother
complained. " The servants are sure to object to
the extra work, and give up their places, and I am
sure one can't blame them, and such good ones as
we've got, too, in these awful times, when looking
for a cook is like looking for a needle in a bottle of
hay. Heavens, is the girl there all the time listening
to me ? "
Kate was, luckily, down-stairs, showing Elizabeth
Cawthorne the way about her kitchen, or else it
would have been very imprudent to tell a servant
how valuable she is. Mother was cowed by the
danger she had escaped, but Aunt Gerty went on
flouncing about, pricing everything and tinkling her
nails against pots and jugs, till she stopped suddenly
and put her muff before her face —
" Well, of all the improper objects to meet a lady's
eye coming into a gentleman's house ! Who's that
mouldy old statue of ? "
I told her that was Autolycus.
" Cover yourself, Tollie, I would," Aunt Gerty
said, going past him affectedly. " Oh, look, Lucy,
at all those dragons and cockroaches doing splits
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on the fire-place ! Brass, too, trimmed copper. My
God ! "
" I shall just have to clean that brass fire-place
myself," said Mother. " I shall never have the
face to ask Kate to do it."
" And no proper grate, only the bare bricks left
showing ! " Aunt Gerty wailed. " How could one
get up any proper fireside feeling over a contraption
like that ! The Lyceum scenery is nothing to it.
It makes me think of Shakespeare all the time — so
painfully meretricious "
Lady Castlewood in a basket under Mother's
arm, suddenly began to mew very sadly. Aunt
Gerty had put Robert the Devil down on the floor,
in his hamper, and I suppose a draught got to him,
for he spat loudly. Ariadne and I let out the poor
things and they bounced straight out on to the
parquet floor, and their feet slid from under them.
I never saw two cats look so silly !
" Well, if a cat can't keep his feet on those wooden
tiles," said Mother, " I don't suppose I can," and
she jumped, just to try, right into the middle of a
little square of blue carpet, which, true enough, slid
along with her.
"You can give a nice hop here, at any rate," cried
Aunt Gerty, catching her round the waist, and waltz-
ing all over the room, till both their picture hats fell
off, and hung down their backs by the pins. " Ask
me and all the boys, and give a nice sit-down supper,
and do us as well as the old villain will allow you."
She was quite happy. That is just like an actress !
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Ariadne and I danced too, and the cats mewed
loudly for strangeness. Cats hate newness of any
kind, and they weren't easy till I got some news-
paper, crackled it, and let them sit on it, and then
they were all right. Then Mother and Aunt Gerty
rang the queer-shaped bell, as if it would sting them,
and got up some coals which Mother had had the
forethought to order in, and lit a modest little fire
in a great cave with brass images in front of it under
the kind of copper hood. It wouldn't draw at first,
being used to logs, and when it smoked we threw
water on it, lest we dirtied the beautiful silk hang-
ings. At last we fetched Elizabeth Cawthorne.
" Hout ! " she said. " I'd like to see the fire that's
going to get the better of me ! "
She made it burn, sulkily, and Ariadne and I went
to a shop we knew of round the corner, and bought
tea and sugar and condensed milk, to make our-
selves tea with the spirit-lamp Aunt Gerty had
brought. We had no butter or bread, only biscuits
luckily, so we couldn't stain the Cinque Cento chairs,
whose gold trimmings were simply peeling off them.
Sit on them we dared not, they would have let us
down on the floor for a certainty. Mother and Aunt
Gerty had a high old time blaming Lady Scilly for
all her foolish arrangements, and then we all went
down to the so-called kitchen to see how Elizabeth
Cawthorne was getting on there. She was in a rage,
but trying to pass it off, like a good soul as she is.
" Well, I never ! Here's a gold handle to my coal-
cellar door ! I shall have to wipe my lily hands
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before I dare use it. And a fine lady of a dresser
that I shall be shy to set a plain dish on. Beetles
here, do you ask, woman ? " (To Kate.) " They'd
be ashamed to show their faces in such a smart place
as this, I'm thinking. And what's this couple of
drucken little candlesticks for the kitchen ? Our
Kate '11 soon rive the fond bit handles from off them,
or she's not the girl I take her f or ! "
She banged it hard against the dresser as servants
do, to make it break, but it didn't, and she looked
disappointed. Mother then suggested she should
unpack a favourite frying-pan she never goes any-
where without, and sent Kate out for a pound and
a half of loin-chops, and cook was to fry them for our
dinners.
The kitchen fire, after all, was the only one that
would burn, so we ate our chops there, and sat there
till bed-time. Ariadne looked like a picture, sitting
at a trestle-table, and a thing like a torch burning
at the back of her head. She was thoroughly dis-
gusted, and got quite cross, and so did Elizabeth,
as the evening went on. She hated trestles, and
flambeaus, and dark Rembrandtish corners, and
couldn't lay her hand on her things nohow, so that
when we all went up to bed, Mother said to her —
" Good-night, Elizabeth. You have been a bit
upset, haven't you ? I wonder we have managed
to get through the day without a row ! "
" So do I, ma'am," said the cook. " Heaps of
times I'd have given you warning for twopence, but
you never gave me ought to lay hold on."
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A horrid wind sprang up and moaned us off to
sleep. I thought once or twice of George out on
the Mediterranean on a tippity yacht, and didn't
quite want him to get drowned, though he had made
us live in such an uncomfortable house. I had tried
to colonize a little, and put up a photograph of
Mother done at Ramsgate in a blue frame, to make
me feel more at home. Ariadne had hung up all
her necklaces on a row of nails. She has forty.
There is one made of dried marrowfat peas, that
she nibbles when she is nervous, and another of
horse's jesses, or whatever you call them, sewn on
red velvet. We have a bed each, costing fourteen-
and-six. They are apt to shut up with you in them.
There is no carpet in our room, and there are not
to be any. We are to be hardy. Nothing rouses one
like a touch of cold floor in the mornings, and cools
one on hot nights better than the same. Our water-
jug too is an odd shape. I tilted all the water out
of it on to the floor the first time I tried to use it.
It must be French, it is so small. I shall not wash
my hands very often in the days to come, I fancy.
Ariadne began to get reconciled to our room when
she had made up her mind it was like the bower of
a mediaeval chatelaine, or like Princess Ursula's
bedroom in Carpaccio, but I prefer Early Victorian,
and cried myself to sleep.
Next morning Ben come along ; he had stayed
all night at the Hitchings', in Corinth Road. Jessie
Hitchings likes Ben best of the family. She may
marry him, when he is grown up, if she likes. He
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has birth, but no education, so that will make them
even. The only glimmering of hope I see for Ben
is that in this house there seems to be no bedroom
for him, unless it is a room at the top with all the
water tanks in it, which makes me think perhaps
George is going to send him to school ? For the
present we have arranged him a bed in the butler's
pantry. Ben says perhaps George means him to be
butler, as he has laid it down as a rule that only
women servants are to be used in Cinque Cento
House. They look so much nicer than men, George
says ; he likes a houseful of waving cap-ribbons.
Mother thinks she can work a house best on one
servant, and better still on none. George doesn't
mind her having any amount of boys from the Home
near here, but that doesn't suit Mother. She says
one boy isn't much good, that two boys is only
one and a half, and that three boys is no boy at all.
I suppose they get playing together ? Ariadne and
I would, in their place, I know, and human nature
is the same, even in a Home, though I can't call
ours quite that.
CHAPTER VI
GEORGE makes a point of refusing to be inter-
viewed. He hates it, unless it is for one of the best
papers. Then he says that it is a sheer kindness,
and that a successful man has no right to refuse
some poor devil or other the chance of making an
honest pound or two. So he suffers him gladly.
He even is good enough to work on the thing a little
in the proof : just to give the poor fellow a lift, and
prevent him making a fool of himself and getting his
facts all wrong. In the end George writes the whole
thing entirely from beginning to end, and makes
the man a present of a complete magazine article,
and a very fine one too !
" I have been generous," he tells us. " I have
offered myself up as a burnt sacrifice. I have given
myself all, without reservation. I have nothing
extenuated, everything set down in malice. I have
owned to strange sins that I never committed, to
idiosyncrasies that took me all my time to invent,
and all to bump out an article by some one else. I
have been butchered to make a journalistic holiday ! "
This is all very nice and self-sacrificing of George,
but this particular interview read very well when it
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came out, and made George seem a very interesting
sort of man with some quaint habits, not half so
funny as his real ones, though, and I think the
interviewer might just as well have given those.
So, when I got a chance of telling the truth, I did,
meaning to act for the best, and give Papa a good
show and save him the trouble of telling it all him-
self, but nobody gave me credit for my good inten-
tions, and kind heart.
In the first place, how dared I put myself forward
and offer to see George's visitors ! But the young
man asked for me — at least, when he was told that
George was out, he said might he see one of the
young ladies ? Of course I don't suppose that would
have occurred to him, only I was leaning over the
new aluminium bannisters, and caught his eye.
Then an idea seemed to come into his head. The
look of dsappointment that had come over him
when he was told that George was out changed to
a little happy perky look, as if he had just thought
of something amusing. He crooked his little finger
at me as I slid down the bannister, and said would
I do ? and would he come in ? Kate is a cheeky
girl, but even the cook admits that Kate is not a
patch upon me. Kate evidently didn't think it
quite right, but she slunk away into the back
premises, and left me to deal with the young man.
He handed me a card. I thought that very polite
of him, and " Mr. Frederick Cook'' and Represent-
ative of The Bittern down in the corner, explained
it all to me. We take in about a hundred rags, and
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that's the name of one of them. It's called The
Bittern because it booms people, so George says.
" I suppose you have come to interview my
Father," I said. " I'm sorry, but he is out. Did
you have an appointment ? "
" No, I didn't," said the young man right out.
I liked his nice bold way of speaking ; he was the
least shy young man I ever met.
" I don't believe in appointments. The subject
is conscious, primed, braced up, ready with a series
of cards, so to speak, which he wishes to force on
the patient public — a collection of least character-
istic facts which he would like dragged into promi-
nence. It is as if a man should go to the dentist with
his mind made up as to the number of teeth that he
is to have pulled out, a decision which should always
rest with any dentist who respects himself."
He went running on like that, not a bit shy, or
anything, and amused me very much.
" But then the worst of that is, you've got no
appointment with George, and he is not here to have
his teeth pulled out."
I really so far wasn't quite sure if he was an inter-
viewer or a dentist, but I kept calm.
" All the better, my dear young lady, that is if
you are willing to aid and abet me a little. Then
we shall have a thundering good interview, I can
promise you. You see, in my theory of interviewing,
the actual collaboration of the patient — shall we
call him ? — is unnecessary. Indeed, it is more in
the nature of an impediment. My method, which of
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course I have very few opportunities of practising,
is to seek out his nearest and dearest, those who have
the privilege — or annoyance — of seeing him at all
hours, at all seasons, unawares. If a painter, 'tis
the wife of his brush that I would question ; if an
author, the partner of his pen — do you take me?"
Yes, I " took " him, and as George had called me
a cockatrice — a very favourite term of abuse with
him — only that morning, and remembering how she
swaggers about being George's Egeria, I said, "You'll
have to go to Lady Scilly for that ! "
" Quite so ! " he said very naturally. " Your
distinguished parent dedicated his last book to her,
did he not ? Did you approve, may I ask ? "
" No," I said. " People should always dedicate
all their works to their wife, whether they love her
or not, that's what I think ! "
" Quite so," he said again. " I see we agree
famously, and between us we shall concoct a splendid
interview. But now, if you would be so very good,
and happen to have a small portion of leisure at
your disposal "
" I'll do what I can for you," I said, delighted
at his nice polite way of putting things. " I'll take
you round the house, shall I ? Have you a Kodak
with you ? Would you like to take a snapshot at
George's typewriter ? "
" Certainly, if she is pretty," said the silly man,
and I explained that Miss Mander was out, and that
it was the machine I meant. He said one machine
was very like another, but that if he might see the
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study, where so many beautiful thoughts had taken
shape ? He said it quite gravely, but I felt he was
laughing in his jacket all the time.
" We'll take it all seriam ! " I said, not wishing
him to have all the fine words. " And we will begin
at the beginning — I mean the atrium."
He had a little pocket-book in his hand, and he
said, as I led the way through the hall, " You
won't mind my writing things down as they occur
to me ? "
" Not at all ! " I said. " If you will let me look
at what you have written. I see you have put a lot
already."
He laughed and handed me his book, and I read —
" Through dusky suites, lit by stained glass windows,
whose dim cloistral light, falling on lurid hangings and
gorgeous masses of Titianesque drapery, and antique
ebon panelling, irresistibly suggest the languorous
mysteries of a mediceval palace . . . Do you think
your father will like this style ? "
" You have made it rather stuffy — piled it on a
good deal, the drapery and hangings, I mean ! "
I said. " Now that I know the sort of thing you
write, I shan't want to read any more."
" I thought you wouldn't," he said, taking it back.
" I'll read it to you. ' Behind this arras might lurk
Benvenuto and his dagger ' :
" Not Ben's dagger, but Papa's bicycle."
" We'll leave it there and keep it out of the inter-
view," he said. " It would spoil the unity of the
effect. ' On, on, through softly-carpeted ante-rooms
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where the footstep softer falls, than petals of blown
roses on the grass. . . .' '
" I hate poetry ! " I said. " And we mayn't walk
on that part of the carpet for fear of blurring the
Magellanic clouds in the pattern. Do you know
anything about Magellanic clouds in carpets ? "
" No, I confess I have never trod them before/'
he said, becoming all at once respectful to me. I
expect he lives in a garret, and has no carpet at all,
and I thought I would be good to him, and help him
to bump out his article, and not cram him, but tell him
where things really came from. So I drew his atten-
tion particularly to the aluminium eagle, and the
pinchbeck serpent George picked up in Wardour
Street. I left out George's famous yarn about the
sack of our ancestral Palace in Turin in the fifteenth
century, when the Veros were finally disseminated
or dissipated, whichever it is. I don't believe it
myself, but George always accounts for his swarthy
complexion by his Italian grandmother. Aunt Gerty
says it is all his grandmother, or in other words,
all liver !
We went down-stairs into the study, which is the
largest room in the house.
" Your father has realized the wish of the Psalm-
ist," said The Bittern man. " Set my feet in a large
room ! "
" He likes to have room to spread himself," I said,
" and to swing cats — books in, I mean."
" So your father uses missiles in the fury of
composition ? "
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" Sometimes ; but oftenest he swears, and that
saves the books. He mostly swears. Look here ! "
I had just found a piece of paper in Miss Mander's
handwriting, and on it was written, " Selections from
the nervous vocabulary of Mr. Vero-Taylor during
the last hour."
The Bittern man looked at them, and, " By Jove !
these are corkers ! " he said. Then I thought per-
haps I ought not to have let him see them. There
was Dray ton, the ironmonger's bill lying about
too, and I saw him raise his eyebrows at the last
item, To one chased brass handle for coal-cellar
door:'
" That's what I call being thorough ! " said The
Bittern man. " I'm thorough myself. See this
interview when it is done ! "
He was thorough. He looked at everything, and
particularly asked to see the pen George uses. " Or
perhaps he uses a stylograph ? " he asked.
" Mercy, no ! " I screamed out. " He would have
an indigestion ! This is his pen — at least, it is this
week's pen. George is wasteful of pens ; he eats
one a week."
" Very interesting ! " said he. " Most authors
have a fetish, but I never heard of their eating their
fetish before. This will make a nice fat paragraph.
Come on ! "
You see what friends we had become ! We went
into the dining-room, and I showed him the dresser,
with all the blue china on, and the Turkey carpet
spread on it, instead of a white one — that was how
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they had it in the Middle Ages. He sympathized
with me about how uncomfortable Mediaeval was,
and if it wasn't for the honour and glory of it, how
much we preferred Early Victoria, when the drawers
draw, and the mirrors reflect — there's not one look-
ing-glass in the house that poor Ariadne can see
herself in when she's dressing to go out to a party —
or chairs that will bear sitting on. Why, there
are four in one room that we are forbidden to sit
upon on pain of sudden death !
" Very hard lines ! " said The Bittern man. " I
confess that this point of view had not occurred to
me. I shall give prominence to it in my article.
Art, like the car of some fanatical Juggernaut,
crushing its votaries "
" Yes," I said. " Mother draped a flower-pot
once, and sneaked Ariadne's photograph into a
plush frame. You should have heard George ! ' To
think that any wife of his — ' * Caesar's wife must
be above suspicion ! ' And as for Ariadne, he had
rather see her dead at his feet than folded in blue
plush."
" Capital ! " said The Bittern man. " All good
grist for the interview ! And now, will you show me
the famous metal stairs of which I have heard so
much ? There are no penalties attached to that, I
trust ? "
" Except that we are not allowed to go up them —
Ariadne and me — without taking our boots off first,
for fear of scratching the polish. We have to strip
our feet in the housemaid's pantry, and carry them
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up in our hands. That's rather a bore, you will
admit ! "
" And your father ? Does he bow to his own
decrees ? "
" Oh, no ! " I said. " Papa is the exception that
proves the rule."
" Capital ! " again remarked The Bittern man. " I
am getting to know all about the great Mr. Vero-
Taylor in the fierce light that beats upon the domestic
hearth ! But, by the way," he said, with a little
crooked look at me, " it is usual — shall I say some-
thing about Mrs. Vero-Taylor ? People generally
like an allusion — just a hint of feminine presence —
say the mistress of the house flitting about, tending
her ferns, or what not ? "
" You must put her in the kitchen, then," I said,
" tending her servants. Would you like to see
her ? "
" I should not like to disturb her," he said politely.
" Will you describe her for me ? "
" Oh, mother's nice and thin — a good figure — I
should hate to have one of those feather-beddy
mothers, don't you know? But I don't really think
you need describe her. I don't think she cares
about being in the interview, thank you, but you
may say that my sister Ariadne is ravishingly
beautiful, if you like ? "
" And what about you, Miss ? " he asked, look-
ing at me.
" Tempe Vero-Taylor," I said. " But whatever
you do, don't put me in ! George would have a fit !
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He won't much like your mentioning Ariadne, but
I don't see why she shouldn't have a show, if I can
give her one."
" Very well," he said. " Your ladyship shall be
obeyed. Now I jeally think I have got enough,
unless " I saw his eyes straying up-stairs.
" There's nothing much to see up those stairs,
except George's bedroom, and I daren't take you
in there. It is quite commonplace, too1*; not like
the rest of the house, but very, very comfortable."
" Oho ! Your father reminds me of the man who
plays Othello, and doesn't trouble to black more
than his face and arms," said The Bittern man. "And
your rooms ? "
" Oh, our rooms are cupboards. Bowers, George
calls them, and says we have more room to keep
our clothes in than the lady of a mediaeval castle
would have. Now that's all, and "
The truth was, I wanted him to go before George
came home, for I thought it might be awkward for
me if I were found entertaining a newspaper man.
George might have preferred to do his own interview,
who knows ? This reflection only just occurred to
me, as all reflections do, too late. The Bittern man
was very quick, however, and understood me. He
thanked me very much, far more than he need, for
on reflection I did not see how he was going to make
an interview out of all the scrappy things I had told
him, and I said so. He assured me I need be under
no uneasiness on that score, that this particular
interview would be unique of its kind, and would
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gain him great credit with his editor, and increase
the circulation of the paper. If it had nothing
else, he said, it would at least have a succes de scan*
dale, at least I think that is what he said, for I don't
understand French very well. While he was making
all those pretty speeches we stood in the hall, and I
heard the little grating noise in the lock that meant
that George was fitting his key in, and oh, how I just
longed to run away ! But I didn't. George opened
the door, and came in and shook off his big fur coat.
Then he saw The Bittern man and came forward, and
The Bittern man came forward too, with his funny
little smile on his face that somehow reminds me of
the Pied Piper we used to read of when we were little.
" I came from The Bittern" he said, and George
nodded, to show he knew what for. " To ask you
to grant me the favour of an interview "
" I am sorry I happened to be out ! " began
George, and then I knew, by the sound of his voice,
that The Bittern was a good paper. " But if it is
not too late, I shall be happy "
" No need, no need to trouble you now, my dear
sir," the interviewer said, waving his hand a little.
" I came, and I go not empty away, but with the
material of a dozen articles of sovereign interest in
my pocket. You left an admirable locum tenens
in the person of your daughter here, who kindly
consented to be my cicerone and relieved me of the
necessity of troubling you. You will doubtless be
relieved also. I shall have the pleasure of sending
you a proof to-morrow. Good-day ! "
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And before George could say what he wanted to
say, Mr. Cook had opened the door for himself and
had gone. I said he had plenty of cheek. George
said so, too, and a great deal worse. I was black
and blue for a week, and The Bittern man never sent
a proof after all, so when the article came out —
" Interviewing, New Style. A Talk with Miss Tempe
Vero-Taylor" — I got some more. That is the first
and last time I was ever interviewed. George has
peculiar theories about interviewing, I see, and I
shall not interfere with them in future. I should
think Mr. Frederick Cook would get on, making
tools of honest children to serve his ambition like
that. George didn't punish him, of course, he is a
power on a paper ; while I am but a child in the
nursery.
CHAPTER VII
I WONDER if other families have got tame coun-
tesses, who come bothering and interfering in their
affairs ? I don't mind our having a house-warming
party at all, but I do hate that it should be to please
Lady Scilly.
" A party ! A party ! ': she said to George, clasp-
ing her hands in her silly way. " My party on the
table ! " like the woman in the play of Ibsen. " Ask
all the dear, amusing literary people that I adore.
And I'll bring a large contingent of smart people,
if I may, to meet them. Please, please I "
I don't know what a contingent is, but I fancy
it's something disagreeable. Lady Scilly is George's
friend, not Mother's. She has only called on Mother
once, and that was in the old house, and then Mother
was not receiving as they call it, so she has never
even seen the mistress of the house where she is
going to give the party. Christina Mander, George's
secretary, says that is quite the new way of doing
things, and she has been about a great deal, and
ought to know.
Miss Mander is a lady. She is very thin, one of
those lath-and-plaster women, you know, that seem
to live to support a small waist that is their greatest
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beauty, but when we first knew her, she was plump
and jolly-looking. We practically got her for
George; Years ago, when we were quite little and had
had measles, we were sent down to a sort of boarding-
house at Ramsgate to an old lady, an ex-dresser in
some theatre Aunt Gerty knew, and who could
neither see to mend or to keep us in order, though
she got thirty shillings a week for doing it. They
never got us up till nine; I suppose the slavey thought
sufficient for the day was the evil thereof, and tried
to make the evil's day as short as possible. One
morning when it was quite nine, and the sun was
shining in, Ariadne and I were feeling frightfully
bored, so we got up in our night-gowns, moved a
wardrobe, and found a door behind it into another
house. It was quite a smart house, with soft plush
carpets and nicely- varnished yellow doors. We went
all over it. Only the cat was awake, licking herself
in the window-seat. The bedroom doors were all
shut except one, and we went in and found a nice
girl in bed with her gold hair all spread over the
pillow. She didn't seem shocked at us, but laughed,
and when we had explained, she wished us to get
into the bed beside her. It had sheets trimmed with
lace, and her initials, C. M., on the pillow. We did
this every morning till we went away. She kept
us up, afterwards sending us Christmas cards and
so on, and when George advertised for a secretary
to help him to sub-edit Wild Oats, she answered it,
among the thousand others, and we remembered
her name and made George engage her.
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She had been to Girton, and to a journalistic
school, and Mr. D'Auban's dancing academy, and
to Klondike — where all her hair got cut off, so that
she hasn't enough to spread over the pillow now —
and behind the scenes at a music-hall, and a month
on the stage, and edited a paper once and wrote a
novel. All before she was thirty ! At every new
arrangement for amusement she made her people
opposed her, and prayed for her in church. But
she always got her own way in the end. Her mother,
Mrs. Stephen Cadwallis Mander, came here to sniff
about when George first took Christina on. She
is a woman of the world, tortoise-shell pince-nez and
all, but she took to Mother at first sight, and talked
to her quite naturally about this " new move of
dear Christina's."
She spoke in a neat, sighing voice, and told us that
Christina had developed early, and was so different
to her other children ; she kept on saying the name
of George's new magazine, as if it shocked her very
much.
" Wild Oats / Such a crude name ! Though I
suppose she must sow them somewhere, and best,
perhaps, in the pages of a magazine. .You'll look
after her, won't you ? Is there any danger " — she
looked towards the study-door " — of her falling in
love with her employer ? " She laughed carelessly.
" Not the slightest ! " said Mother, laughing too.
" She will have her eyes opened, that's all, to the
seamy side of artistic life."
" My daughter is so absurdly curious about that
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wretched seamy side. After all, it's only the side
that the workers leave the knots on, they must be
somewhere, just as plates must be washed up in a
scullery. But we don't need to go in and gloat on
the horrid sight ! "
" I quite agree with you," said Mother. " Only
if one happens to be the scullery-maid "
Aunt Gerty came in just then and took her part
in the conversation. I was glad to see she was
dressed more quietly than usual.
" And," said Mrs. Mander, " she buys everything
that conies out, especially badly-executed magazines
that talk about the fore-front of progress and look
just as if they were produced in the dark ages. I
know that she came to your husband entirely because
she wanted to help to edit his magazine — Wild Oats.
Is not that its name ? From what Chris says, it
sounds so very advanced ! "
" Oh, very," said Aunt Gerty. " But it won't
live ! "
" You don't say so ? " Mrs. Mander put up her
pince-nez and looked at Aunt Gerty, whom she
already didn't like.
" None of my brother-in-law's things do ! " Aunt
Gerty went on calmly. " He is a prize wrecker —
of women and magazines ! "
Mrs. Mander looked startled, and Mother tried
to change the conversation.
" Oh, he's a law unto himself, my brother-in-law
is," went on Aunt Gerty. " But I don't think he'll
convert Miss Mander to his views."
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" I hope not," said Mrs. Mander, "for I notice that
if you make a law unto yourself, you generally have
to make a society unto yourself too ! At least as far
as women are concerned."
" People will always let you go your own way,"
said Mother ; " but the point is, will they come with
you — join with you in a pleasant walk ? "
" Well," said Mrs. Mander, " my daughter is the
most headstrong of young women. I can't control
her, or you may be sure I should not have allowed
her to undertake this post of secretary to Mr. Vero-
Taylor."
" I gathered as much," said Mother, not offended
a bit. " But I will look after her well ! " She
does ; she gives her cod-liver oil every day to make
her fat, and breakfast in bed once a week.
Christina says Lady Scilly is a female Mecaenas !
Ben says she a minx. Ben hates her, because she
makes a fool of George, and he says Ariadne is a cad
to accept her old dresses and wear them, and go out
with her, but then, what is Ariadne to do ? She
likes to go to parties, and Mother won't go anywhere,
she is quite obstinate about that. I must say
that George doesn't try to persuade her much.
You see, he isn't used to having a wife, socially
speaking, after going about as a bachelor all those
years !
George agreed to have a party here, to please Lady
Scilly, but Christina is quite sure that the idea had
occurred to him already, for why should he build
a house for purposes of advertisement, and then hide
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it under a bushel ? A successful party is more good
than fifty interviews, so she says, and sells an edition.
She knows a great deal about geniuses. She says
the hermit-plan would not suit George. I asked
her what the hermit-plan was. She said she had
known an artist, who took a lovely old house in
the suburbs of London, and lived there, and never
went out ; anybody who cared must come out to
see him, and then it was not so easy, for his Sundays
were only for a select few — very selected. He only
gave tea and bread-and-butter — very little butter —
and no table-cloth — plain living, and high prices,
for his pictures cost a lot, though he pretended he
did not care if he sold them or not; in fact.it cut him
to the heart to see any of them go out into the great
cold brutal world, and he never exhibited in ex-
hibitions, but in an empty room in his own house . He
said, in fun, I suppose, that if the Academy were to
elect him to be an R.A., he should put the matter
into the hands of his solicitors. The end of that
man was, she said, that he did become a Royal
Academician, quite against his will, and princes
and princesses of the blood used to come and have
tea with him, without a table-cloth. But that would
not do for George, for he isn't at all hermit-like, and
he can make epigrams ! They say that is his forte.
I hate them myself, I think they are rude, and only
a clever way of hurting people's feelings so that they
can't complain, but then, of course, the family gets
them in the rough ; epigrams, like charity, begin
at home.
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George began to talk a great deal about the duty
of entertaining. He said a man owed it to his
century. And his party must be something out of
the common run ; it must be individual and ex-
ceptional. He thought he would give a party like
the ones they gave in the Middle Ages. Judging
from what he said, I think that it must have been
very uncomfortable, and very expensive, for to be
really grand you had to have cygnets and peacocks
to eat. People stood about round the sides of the
room, or sat on the floor or on coffers, and before
the evening was half over the smoke from the flam-
beaux made it impossible for them to see each other's
faces ! That didn't suit Ariadne at all, and she
snubbed the idea as much as she could.
Luckily, George changed his mind, and, then it
was to be a supper, still Mediaeval, at six o'clock.
We should have had to eat with our fingers, because
only the carver has a fork, and he sometimes lends
it, but it can't go all round. That's the reason we
have finger-bowls now, and little bits of bread beside
our plates instead of big bits of brown to eat off.
And when you were done, did you eat the plate ?
As far as I can see, everybody handed everybody
they loved nice pieces off their own trenchers and
drank out of the same glasses, so the fewer persons
that loved one the better I should have liked it.
You should have seen Mother's face when the middle-
aged menu was explained to her ! She said she would
do what she could, but how was she going to put the
grocers' and the butchers' shops back a century ?
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The first course, George explained, was quite
easy — it was little bits of toast with honey and
hypocras.
" Perhaps they will know what that is at the
Stores ? " Mother said, meaning to be funny.
" There's a very civil young man there might help
me?"
" Next course, smoked eels," went on George.
" Any soup you like, only it must be flavoured with
verjuice. That is the third course. Then you have
venison, rabbits, pigeons, fricasseed beans, river
crabs, sorrel, oranges, capers in vinegar "
"It will relieve us for ever of the burden of enter-
taining for ever and ever, that's one good thing ! "
Mother said, " for nobody will care to try that menu
twice ! "
"It would look well in the papers, though," George
said. " What do you say to barbecued pig ? "
But Mother would have nothing to say to barbe-
cued pig, and George and Lady Scilly finally settled
that it was to be a masked ball, costume not obliga-
tory, but masks and dominos imperative, with a cold
collation at twelve o'clock, and all the guests to
unmask then.
The date was chosen to please her, and it was
changed three times, but at last it was fixed, and
George got some cards printed that he had designed
himself. They were quite white and plain, but with
a knowing red splotch in one corner, which signified
George's passionate Italian nature. I was in the
study when the first dozens of packets came, with
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Miss Mander, and she undid them. Secretaries always
take the right to open everything !
" My Goodness ! " she said.
" Isn't it right ? " I asked, getting hold of it, but
when I had looked at it I was no wiser, for I couldn't
see what was wrong. There it was, written out very
nicely, " Mr. Vero-Taylor At Home. Wednesday the
twenty-first" and the address in the corner, and all
those rules about the dominos, and that was all.
" Oh, dear darling Christina," I begged, deadly
curious, " do tell me what is wrong with that ? I
cannot guess."
" It's just as well, perhaps," she said. " Preserve
your sublime ignorance, my dear child, as long as
you can."
And not another word could I get out of her ! I
suppose she calls that being loyal to her employer.
I told Ben, and he said he knew, and what was
more, he would go one better. He got hold of one
of the cards, and altered it. And then it was Mr.
Vero-Taylor and Lady Stilly At Home I I think that
was absurd, for though Lady Scilly meddles in all
our affairs, she doesn't quite live here yet I and Mother
does, and what's more, Mother never goes out at all
except to take a servant's character, or scold the
butcher, or something of the sort, so she is really
the one at home ! Christina took it from him, and
looked at it, and I'll swear I saw her smile before she
tore it up. So Ben had me there, for he still wouldn't
tell me what was wrong with the first card.
We began to write in the names of the people. It
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took us a whole morning, Ben, Ariadne, Miss Mander
and I. I offered to help, and really, though I write
rather badly, I can spell better than any of them,
but I don't believe they valued my help very much,
and only gave me a card now and then to keep me
quiet. There were six young men that Ariadne
wanted asked — six, no less, if you please — and she's
only been out six months ! And she kept trying to
force them on George, same as you do cards in a card
trick ! But he didn't take any notice, and kept walk-
ing up and down the room mentioning the names
of all sorts of absurd people that nobody wanted,
except himself. It was really going to be a very
smart party ; there were to be detectives and re-
porters, and what more can you have than that ?
All the countesses and dukes and so on were to come,
of course, but I must say I had thought that George
knew a great many more of them ; he managed to
scratch up so few, considering all the talk there had
been about it. I kept saying, " Oh, do give me a
Countess to ask. You give me all the plain people
to do."
Somehow or other, George did not seem to be
pleased, and he sent us all away after fifty had been
written.
Next day, he told us that he had thought it all out,
and he was going to do an original thing, and instead
of sending out cards for his party, he was going to
announce it in the pages of The Bittern, and that all
his friends, reading it, must consider themselves
bidden. Mother said how should she know how many
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to prepare for ? I suppose the answer to that depends
on the number of friends George has got, and whether
they know that he considers them his friends. For
think how awkward to assume that you were a
friend and had a place laid for you, and then to come
and find that you were only an acquaintance. I
suggested that the real friends should have a hot
sit-down supper, with wine, while the acquaintances
should only go to a buffet and have cold pressed beef
and lemonade. There should be a password, Hot
with, and cold without, and they roared when I told
them this, but I didn't see why. Then the party
would really be of some use, for after it people would
know where they were ! But how about the news-
paper people ? They couldn't call themselves friends,
or even acquaintances, so they wouldn't be able to
come at all, and what would George do then ? I said
all this, which seems to me very sensible, but no one
noticed it. And the detectives ! They have to be
paid for coming, surely, and I'd rather see them than
any of the others. " If they don't come the party
will be spoilt for me," I said to Christina.
" It will be all right," she said, and Ariadne was
quite pleased, for of course, this way, her six young
men can come, a dozen if they like.
Ariadne and I had costumes. I was the little Duke
of Gandia, that brother of Caesar Borgia that he
killed, and Ariadne had the dress of Beatrice Cenci
with a sort of bath-towel wound round her head.
The funny thing is that she looks far younger than
me in it, quite a little girl, while I look like a big boy.
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My legs are very long. George has a monk's costume,
one of the Fratelli del Morti, and it is much the same
sort of looking thing as a domino. Nobody would
ever know him, and he looks very nice.
I am told that at masques you have to speak
a squeaky voice or alter it somehow. George will
have to, because he has a very peculiar voice, that
anybody would know a mile off ; people call it
resonant, nervous, bell-like — I call it cracked. It
is one of his chief fascinations, but he will have to
do without it for once, and rely on the others.
The study was to be the ball-room, only George
preferred to leave signs of literary occupation in
the shape of his desk, which he just shoved away
on one side, with the proofs of his new novel left
negligently lying on it. We sprinkled copies of his
last but one about the house, in moderation ; it was
rather fun — I felt as if I were planting bulbs. George
likes these sort of little attentions, and I knew I was
not to be put off by his finding one, as he did, and
scolding me and telling me to put it on the fire.
CHAPTER VIII
ABOUT nine they all began to arrive, and by ten
o'clock the house was overflowing. Ben was a
capital commissionaire in a District Messenger's
costume he had borrowed, with George's consent,
and I do believe he enjoyed himself most of anybody.
Of course at first all he had to do was to stand at the
door and show people in, but he hoped that later in
the evening he should have to chuck somebody out.
It was likely, he thought, for all the literary world
of London would be sure to be at our party. I'm
sorry to say that Ben was wrong there, or else the
literary people didn't come, for those that did come
were as quiet as lambs. There were detectives,
several of them, and although I looked very particu-
larly at their boots, which I have always been told is
the way to spot a detective, I saw nothing at all out
of the common. There was a man with a cloven hoof,
but then he was meant for the devil. He was masked
of course, but the devil needs no domino. And /
knew all the time that it was the little man who
interviewed me once instead of George for The Bit-
tern, and got me into such a row, and very devilish
of him it was, and I had no butter to my bread for a
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week because of him. How I was supposed to know
that George hated the truth instead of loving it, I
can't see, only The Bittern man knew well enough,
I expect ! Never, never again will I interfere between
a man and his interviewer !
There were hosts of newspaper people there ; I
heard two of them discussing us, sitting in the high-
backed Medici seat. I managed to get jammed in
behind, " powerless to move," as they say in the
novels, even if I had wanted to. People are careless.
I heard heaps of conversations, anyhow, people even
said things to each other across me, without stopping
to think whether or no I wasn't one of the family.
I suppose because they were masked, they felt
anonymous, as if it didn't matter what they said,
and it needn't count afterwards.
The man I listened to was The Bittern man, dressed
as the devil. The woman's domino was all shot
with queer faint colours, and, if any colour, sulphur
colour. She was scented too, a nice odd scent.
The Bittern man seemed to know her.
" I cannot be mistaken ; am I not talking to the
most dangerous woman in London ? "
The woman seemed quite complimented, and
smiled under her mask.
" Not quite, but very nearly," she said. " I am
a gas. Give me a name ! "
" I will call you Mrs. Sulphuretta Hydrogen.
How does that suit you ? "
" Is it a noxious gas ? " she said, "for, honestly,
I never am spiteful ! I only speak of things as I
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find them, and one must send up bright copy, or
one wouldn't be taken on. I tell the truth "
" Nothing extenuate, everything set down in
malice ! " said he. " The devil and The Bittern
are much obliged to you. It is the honest truth
that makes his work so easy for him. We are of a
trade in more senses than one. Now tell me, can't
we exchange celebrities ? I'll give you my names,
and you shall give me yours. I suppose all the
world is here to-night ? "
" All the world — and somebody else's wife ! " she
said quickly, and the devil rubbed his hands. " But
that is the rub — we can't know who they all are till
twelve o'clock, and my idea is that a good many of
them will decamp before they are forced to reveal
themselves. Least seen, soonest mended."
" Then we shall have to invent them ! " he said.
" The very form of invitation must lead to a good
deal of promiscuity. Can you tell me which is
Lady Scilly ? She at least is sure to be here."
"Naturally ! Wasn't it she who discovered George
Vero-Taylor and made him the fashion, you know ? "
" Do you suppose he was particularly obliged to
her for digging his family out as well ? "
" You naughty man ! But it was a most extra-
ordinary thing, wasn't it ? Delightful, and not too
scandalous to use. For the man is really quite
harmless, only a frantic poseur and "
" Ah, yes, and posed in London Society for ten
years as an unmarried man ! Suppose some nice
girl had gone and fallen in love with him ? "
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" Ah, but he was careful, as careful as a good
parti has to be in the London season. He lent them
his books, and guanoed their minds thoroughly, but
he always sheered off when they showed signs of
taking him seriously."
" Chose married women to flirt with, for prefer-
ence ? What does the wife say ? "
" The wife? So there is a wife! But no one has
ever seen her. Perpetual hay-fever, or something
of the sort."
" That is what Vero-Taylor gives out."
" Oh, I don't really think there is anything in —
with Lady Scilly, I mean. He is too selfish — they
are both too selfish. Those sort of women are like
the Leaning Tower, they lean but never fall. It is
an alliance of interest, so to speak. He introduces
the literary element into her parties, and writes her
novel for her, and in return she flatters him and
takes his daughter out. Poor girl, she would be
quite pretty, if she were properly dressed, but the
mediaeval superstition, you know — she has to dress
like a Monna Somebody or other, so as to advertise
his books. I believe she did refuse to have her hair
shaved off her forehead a la Rimini, but she mostly
has to comply "
" Well, I never heard of a man using his daughter
as a sandwich-man before. Which is she ? "
Mrs. Sulphuretta Hydrogen pointed out Ariadne,
whose bath-towel was tumbling all over her eyes.
" She looks half-starved ! " said The Bittern man.
" My dear man," said Sulphuretta Hydrogen,
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" don't you know that they have a crank about meals,
and refuse to have them regularly ? I am told that
they have a kind of buttery-hatch — a cold pie always
cut in the cupboard, and they go and put their heads
in and eat a bit when so disposed."
" Well, they are free, at any rate — free from the
trammels of custom "
" Oh yes, they are free, but so very sallow ! "
I was getting pretty much out of patience at
having so many lies told about my family, and I
was just going to contradict that about the buttery
and the poking our heads into a cupboard, when the
fat woman that they had said was Mother, but whom
I was sure was not, strode up to Mrs. Sulphuretta
Hydrogen, and said —
" Begging your pardon for contradicting you,
Madam, but I am in a position to state that that is
not so. Miss Ariadne is thin because she chooses to
be, and thinks it becoming, but I can assure you
that she eats her three meals a day hearty, and Mr.
Taylor isn't far behind-hand, though he is yellow ! "
And then she swooped away, and I knew that it
was Elizabeth Cawthorne! But where on earth had
she got a domino and leave to come to the ball ?
I thought I would go and look after Ariadne, who
I saw could manage to make eyes out of the holes
of a mask. But I suppose where there's a will
there's a way. She was doing it all right, and the
young men seemed to like it. Though I don't be-
lieve young men marry the girls who make eyes at
them best, and as Ariadne's one object is to marry
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and get out of this house and have me to stay with
her, I think she is going the wrong way to work.
I went to her, and I asked her where Mother was.
" I am sure I don't know," she said crossly.
" I'll tell you where Elizabeth Cawthorne is," I
said. " She is in the party — in the room ! "
11 Well, I can't help that ! " said Ariadne, tossing
her head. " Mother ought to look after her better."
I was sorry for poor Mother, because nobody
seemed to mind about her in her own house, and
even her own daughter didn't seem to care whether
she was in the room or not. As for George, he was
looking all over for Lady Scilly, and at last he
thought he had got her, but it wasn't, for I thought
I knew a little join in the hem of the domino — I
seemed to remember having helped to hem it. They
needn't say that eyes can't look bright in a mask,
for this woman's did. She went up to George, and
she didn't speak in a squeaky voice at all, but in
French, not the kind of French she teaches me, but
a thick, deep sort, right down her throat.
" Eh, bien, beau masque / " was what she said.
" I know you, but you do not know me ! "
" I know you by your eyes," he said. " Eyes
like the sea "
Now, Lady Scilly's eyes are quite common, it is
only the work round them that makes them tell, and
that would be hidden by the mask. One saw that
George was talking without thinking.
" Eyes without their context mean nothing ! " she
said, and then I knew the woman was Christina, for
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that was the very thing she had once said to Ariadne
to tease her. She evidently thinks it good enough
to say twice.
" Come ! " she said to George. " Speak to me,
say anything to me that the hour and the mood
permit. I want to hear how a poet makes love ! "
" Madame ! " said George, bowing. I think he
was a little shocked, but after all, if he will give a
masked ball, what can he expect ? Only I had no
idea that Christina could have done it so well !
"Come," she said again, tapping her foot to show
that she had grown impatient. " Come, a madrigal
— a ballade, in any kind of china ! "
I fancy it was then that George began to suspect
that it wasn't Lady Scilly. She couldn't have
managed that about ballads and lyrics.
He asked her if she would lift up the lace of her
mask a little — just a little.
" No, no, I dare not ! '" she cried out. " There
is a hobgoblin called Ben in the room — a sort of
lubber fiend who loves to play pranks on people.
Why on earth don't you send that boy to school ? "
I could not help giggling. George looked cross,
for this was personal, and he took the first chance
of leaving the mask's side. There wasn't a buzz of
talk in the room, no, not at all, for everybody was
trying so hard to say something clever and appro-
priate, that they mostly didn't say anything, but
mooned about, trying to look as if they were enjoy-
ing themselves hugely, and secretly bored to death
all the time. The only time people are really gay,
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I observe, is at a funeral, or at Every man, or
somewhere where they particularly shouldn't be
jolly.
I was thinking sadly about my dear Mother, and
wondering where she was, when I ran against a
Frenchman, a real Frenchman, and he asked me
where was the mistress of the house, and that
showed me that other people thought about her too ;
I didn't answer for a moment, and he went on in a
kind of dreamy voice —
" I was brought here to see an English interior "
"Well," I said. "It's inside four walls, isn't it?"
" Mon Dieuy mademoiselle" said he, " I had made
to myself another idea of le home Anglais — the fire-
side— the mattresse de la maison with her keys de-
pending from her girdle — the children — the sacred
children, standing round her — bM crowing "
" There isn't any baby ! " I said, " and a good
thing too ! But this is a party, don't you see, and
we are all playing the fool, and we shall be sensible
to-morrow, and if you will excuse me, I am one of
the sacred children, and I am just looking for my
mother's knee to go and stand against."
He made way for me with a " Permettez, made-
moiselle I " and I went, thinking I would go and ask
Ben at the door if he knew where she was. Ben
didn't know, but he said that a woman who was
standing near the door, letting the cool night-wind
blow in under her mask and telling people how she
enjoyed it, was Lady Scilly. She was standing
almost in the street, with a man, who was George.
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There are tall bushes near our door, rather pretty
at night, though they belong to the next-door
gardens. Ben didn't know till I told him ; he is the
stupid child that doesn't know its own father. He
told me what they had been saying. She had begun
by asking him if he approved of women wearing
ospreys ? There's a silly thing to ask, for what
could he say but that he didn't, being a poet ? Then
she made a face, prettyish, out of habit, forgetting
that it couldn't be seen under her mask, and whined,
" Oh, I'm so sorry, it is the least wicked thing I
do ! "
" For beautiful women — I assume you are a
beautiful woman, for purposes of dialogue," George
said; " there is no law of humanity. Go on. Pluck
your red pleasure from the teeth of pain." . . .
" Yes, I am very wicked," she said. " My im-
pulses are cruel. Sometimes, do you know, I am
almost afraid of myself."
" As I am — as we all are," said George.
" Why, am I so very terrible ? What do I do to
you ? Speak to me. Why are you so guarded, so
unenterprising ? "
She cast a stage glance round. It was very funny,
but George knew that Ben was the commissionaire
and Lady Scilly didn't, so she couldn't think why
George was so stiff. In fact, if George had only
known it, he was bi-chaperoned — if that is the way
to put it — for there was me too. Ben and I en-
joyed it hugely, but I don't think George did,
because he could not quite make a fool of himself
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before Ben. Besides, it was draughty out there,
and George takes cold easily. He kept trying to
get her to come in, and she pretended to be babyish
and wouldn't. She said she had never been out in
the open street at midnight in her life before, and
she thoroughly enjoyed it; that it was a Romeo and
Juliet night, or some rot of that sort, and that she
might never have such an opportunity again. But
poor George felt he could not play Romeo, because
of Ben, and there was nothing to climb, except a
lamp-post that led to nothing, since Juliet was
standing in the gutter below it.
George looked at his watch, and said, " In ten
minutes they will give the signal for the removal of
masks. Had you not better ? "
" I shall leave the party," she said. " I shall
walk straight home ! It will spoil all the effect of
this enchanted night, if we have to meet again in
the glare of "
" The lights are shaded," George put in.
" I alluded to the glare of publicity ! " she said.
" I shall ask this commissionaire," she said, " to
call my carriage "
" Better not," said George hastily, " for you would
have to give him your name, — your name which I
know. For my sake — won't you slip back into the
ball-room and submit to the ordeal, as I know it is,
of unmasking like the rest ? Believe me it is
best."
" It is my host commands, is it not ? " she said
slyly, to show him that she had known it was he all
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the time, and ran past him, in a skittish way. As
if he hadn't known all the time that she knew that
he knew that she knew who he was ! Grown-up
people do waste so much time in pretending.
Well, I thought if masks were going to be removed,
I had better take up a respectable-looking position
at once, say, beside Miss Mander, which seemed
suitable, and I went in. Then I saw Lady Scilly
again, and wanted so to know what she was up to.
She was stealing out of the room, and the devil was
going with her. He was The Bittern man, of course,
only I didn't know she knew him. They were
talking very earnestly.
" You know the way ? " she was asking him.
" I know the house, like the inside of a glove,"
he said, and indeed he did, for hadn't I taken him
all over it, the day he interviewed me instead of
George, and there was a row ? I think he is mis-
chievous, rather like Puck was, in Midsummer Night's
Dream, so I thought I would stick to them. Lady
Scilly wanted to go into an empty room to take off
her mask and domino. That I could quite under-
stand, as she had behaved so badly in both. The
Bittern man offered to show her the way to George's
sanctum.
" You see, you can go where you like in a show-
house — or ought to be able to. It is public property,
the property of the press, at any rate."
' The press is too much with us, soon and late,"
said she, laughing.
" Ah, but confess, my lady, you can't do without
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us ! " said this awful young man — though I suppose
he has to be cheeky, so as to get his nose in every-
where in the interest of his paper. " You suffer
us gladly."
" I don't suffer at all — I shouldn't allow you to
make me surfer," said she, not understanding him.
Smart women never do understand things out of the
Bible.
I followed them ; my excuse was, that I wanted
to see they didn't steal the spoons. They made the
coolest remarks as they went up-stairs.
" I have never been beyond the First Floor in
this House of Awe," said The Bittern man.
" Haven't you ? It seems to get more and more
comfortable and less eccentric as one goes up," said
Lady Scilly.
" Art is only skin-deep," said The Bittern man.
" Just look at that bed, which seems to me to have
come from nothing more dangerously subversive or
artistic than Staple's. . . . Come, lay down your
mask and domino, and let us go down again, and
wait about in the back precincts till we hear our
host give the word for unmasking."
So they marched out of George's bedroom, for
that was where they had got to — and as no one
ever need see that, he has it quite comfortable, and
modern — and sneaked down-stairs by a different
way. I followed them. Soon they got quite lost
and were heading straight for the kitchen. I won-
dered if Elizabeth had taken off her domino, and
gone back to her work, for though the supper was
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all sent in from a shop, there would be sure to be
something for her to do.
These two marched straight in, and I after them,
and found themselves in a blaze of light and an
empty kitchen — for the moment only, for one heard
all the men stumping along from the dining-room
on the other side, and the scullery-maid rinsing
something in the scullery. Just as Lady Scilly
and The Bittern man burst in, Mother was standing
alone, in a checked apron, before the kitchen-dresser,
and turned right round and looked at them. She
looked dignified and cold, in spite of the kitchen fire,
which had caught her face on one side.
Lady Scilly and The Bittern man took no notice of
her, but walked about looking at things.
" And so this is the Poet's kitchen ! " Lady Scilly
said, rather scornfully. " How his pots shine ! "
" Very comfortable indeed ! " said Mr. Frederick
Cook. He seemed to despise George. Then he con-
tinued, laughing under his mask — " It's no end of
a privilege to see the humble objects that minister
to the Poet's use. This is his soup-ladle, and "
Mother made a little step forward and finished
Mr. Cook's sentence for him.
"And this is his dresser, and this is his boiler ;
that is his cat — and I'm his wife ! "
Lady Scilly skooted, Mr. Cook stayed behind and
did a little bit of polite. He isn't a bad sort, and
Mother rather liked him after that, and he began to
come here.
CHAPTER IX
SMART women like having a fluffy dog or a child
to drive with them in the afternoons. Lady Stilly
hasn't got either of her own, so she is always bor-
rowing me, and sending for me to lunch and drive.
She seldom asks Ariadne, because Ariadne is out
and nearer her x>wn age — too near. That's what I
tell Ariadne, when she is jealous, and makes me a
scene about it, and it is true. If it were not for the
honour and glory of the thing, I don't care so very
much about it myself, Lady Stilly 's motor is always
getting into trouble, because it is so highly bred,
I suppose. We run into something live — or else the
kerb — most times we are out, and it's extremely
agitating, though I must say she never screams,
though once she fainted after it was all over. It is
a mark of breeding to get into scrapes, but not make
a fuss. We have all heard about it, she is just as
much before the public as my father, though in a
different way. I read an interview with her in The
Bittern the other day (she had to start some Cottage
Homes at Ealing to get herself into that !), and it
said that hers was one of the oldest names in England,
and that she was the daughter of a hundred Earls.
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Now I call that nonsense, for how could she be ?
There isn't room for a hundred Earls since the
Heptarchy, unless they were all at the same time,
and that is not likely.
Lord Scilly is very well born too, he's the eldest
son of the Earl of Fowey. The Earl keeps him
very tight. So they have to get along with expecta-
tions and a title, till the old man dies, and Lady
Scilly wishes he would, but Lord Scilly doesn't,
because he's not quite a beast. He is very nice,
and rather fond of Lady Scilly, though he is always
scolding her. That is the expectations, they spoil
the temper, I fancy. I have heard that he doesn't
think it dignified, the way she goes on, lowering
herself and turning his house into a menagerie. He
doesn't understand why she pets authors and pub-
lishers. The authors help her to write novels, and
the publishers publish them for love and ninety
pounds. George is writing one for her now, and he
goes to her place nearly every morning to see about
it. Lord Scilly doesn't mind in the least her colla-
borating with George and the others, it keeps her
out of mischief; but I expect he would be down upon
her at once if she were to collaborate with one of
her own class, that would be different.
I shall be glad when the book is finished, for
Elizabeth Cawthorne, who tells me everything, doesn't
think so much collaborating is quite what is due to
Mother, and that if she were the mistress, " blessed
if she'd let herself be put upon by a countess."
Elizabeth says Lady Scilly is a daisy — that's what
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her name means, Paquerette. That's what she tells
me to call her. I am proud to call a grown-up person
by her Christian name, and a titled lady too, and it
makes Ariadne jealous, which does her good, and
keeps her down. Paquerette treats Ariadne on
quite another footing, any one can see she is not
nearly so intimate with her as she is with me. I go
there at all times and seasons, and I accept no
benefits from her. I won't. If she gives me things,
I take them and give them to Ariadne. So I feel
I may say and think what I like of her, while amusing
myself with her, and listening to all the silly things
she says. The funny thing is, I am always trying
to be grown-up, and she is always trying to be
childish.
The other day when I got to Curzon Street about
twelve — Lady Scilly had sent a messenger for me —
she was still in bed in the loveliest pale-blue tea-
jacket, down to where the bed-clothes came up to,
and she was writing her letters in pencil on a writing-
board, trying to squeeze a few words in round a
great sprawling gilt monogram that took up nearly
all the paper. There were three French books on
the bed, they had covers with ladies with red mouths
and all their hair down, and La Femme Polype was
the name of one, and Madame Belle-et-m'aime another.
Lady Scilly says she always gets up all her history
and philosophy in French if possible, so as to im-
prove her grasp of the language. There was also
on the pillow a box of cigarettes, and a great bunch
of lilies, that made me feel sleepy. There are daisies
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worked all over the curtains and the counterpane,
and great bunches of them painted on the mirrors
hanging head downwards, and about three sets of
silver-topped brush things spread out on the dressing-
table. As for photographs, I never saw so many in
my life ! There are about a dozen cabinets with
" To darling, from Kitty London," and as many
more with " Best love, yours cordially, Gladys
Margate," and I have given up trying to count the
ones of actresses ! Then the men ! There is one
of the poet with the bumpy forehead, and wrinkly
trousers, who wrote The Sorrows of the Amethyst,
and one of the K.C. who wrote Duchesses in the
Divorce Court — the Ollendorff man I call him ; and
one of the man who did the Gaiety play called The
Up-and-Down Girl, which Lady Scilly acted in the
provinces once, for a charity, till Lord Scilly stopped
her. There he is in his volunteer uniform looking
like a lamb. I do like Lord Scilly, and I think he's
put upon. So I am as nice to him as I can be when
I see him, which isn't often. He never comes into
her room where I principally am. There's a desk in
one corner, where she writes her little notes — I don't
suppose she ever wrote a real letter in her life, her
handwriting is so big it would burst the post-bag —
and there are two sorts of racks on it, one to hold
her bills that she hasn't paid, and that's got printed
on it in gold " Oh Honors ! " and another with those
she has paid with " Thank Heaven / " on it, though
that one is mostly empty. She never hardly pays
bills, she says it is waste of tissue, and bad form,
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but sends something on account, and that I think
is a very good way, for however broke you are, you
must go on ordering dresses, else the dressmaker
would close your account, and if you only go on long
enough, the chances are you'll die first and leave
a nice little bill behind you, that, being dead, you
can't be expected to pay !
I hate kissing people in bed, I nearly always
tumble over them ; and also, if they are writing, I
can't help seeing what it is, and then if it is " Dear-
ests " and " Darlings " I do feel awkward. But to-
day when she had said " How do you do ? " she
handed me the writing-board.
" Write for me, dear," she said, " to the most
odious woman in London. And the most insolent,
and the most unwashed ! Insolent ! Yes, posi-
tively she dared to play Lady Ildegonde in The
Devey Devastator at a matinee at Camberwell
yesterday, in perfect dreams of dresses — stood by
the management of course — and nails like a coal-
heaver's. Now4don't you think, that as the part of
Lady Ildegonde was admittedly written round my
personality, with my entire consent, that it is an
outrage for Irene Lauderdale to dress the part
better than I can afford to do ! I shall not forgive
her. Now you write. * Dear thing ! ' Don't be
surprised, I can't afford to quarrel with her, un-
fortunately ! ' You were wonderful yesterday I I
know what's what, and believe me that's it ! ' I mean
the dresses, but she will think I mean her playing !
That is what we call diplomacy. Don't say any
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more. Short, and spiteful. Now seal it. I will
see that Mrs. Ptomaine guys Lauderdale in Romeo.
Tommy will do anything for me, and The Bittern
will do anything for her. We will go and see her
this very afternoon. I must get up, I suppose.
Ring for Miller, dear. Oh, good heavens ! how
bored I am ! "
She threw one of the French novels (they were
library books, so it didn't matter) across the room,
and it fell into the wash-basin, and then she seemed
to feel better.
" I wish I could do without Miller ! " she said.
" Old Miller hates me, and I loathe her. But she
will never leave me. Too good c perks ' for that.
She always folds up my frocks as if she knew they
would belong to her one day. So they will ! I
can't afford to quarrel with a woman who can do my
hair carelessly, with a single hair-pin. What am I
going to wear to-day, Miller ? "
" Well," said Mrs. Miller (she's Scotch, and she
is rather stingy of " ladyships "), " there's your blue
that come home last week. It seems a pity to leave
it aside just yet."
" You mean you can do without it a little longer,
eh, Miller? No, I can't put that on, it's too big for
me since massage. I simply swim in it."
" Then there is the grey panne."
" Oh, that dam-panne, as I call it. No, it makes
me look like my own maid. No offence to you,
Miller."
" I don't intend to take any, my lady," said
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Miller, pursing up her lips. " What about your
black with sequins ? "
" Yes, let's have the vicious sequins. It will go
with the child's hair. You see, I dress to you, my
dear."
But I knew it was only that she likes things to go
nicely together, just as she chooses her horses to be
a pair.
Then she sat down and did her face, very neatly ;
it is about the only thing she does really well. She
put red on her lips, and white on her nose, and black
on her eyes, till she looked like a Siamese doll I once
had before I licked the paint off. I paid particular
attention, for I shall do it when I am grown-up, that
is if I am able to afford it — the best paints — and I am
told that stands you in about four hundred a year.
Her hair is the very newest gold shade, the one
they have in Paris — rather purplish — it will be blue
next season, I dare say! It is just a little bit dark
down by the roots, which is pretty, I think, and
looks so very natural. All the time Miller was
dressing it, she worked away at the front with the
stick of her comb, pulling little bits out, and putting
them back, and staring into a hand-glass as anxiously
as if her life depended on it, while Miller patiently
gummed some little tendrils of hair down on her
forehead.
" Child, child," she said to me. " Do you know
what makes me sigh ? "
" Indigestion ? " I asked, quite on the chance,
but she said it wasn't, that she never had had it,
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it was only because she felt so terribly, so diabolically,
so preternaturally ugly.
"Oh no, you look sweet ! " I said. I really
thought so, but Miller grinned.
" You are delightful ! " Lady Scilly said. " And
you can have that boa you are fiddling with, if you
like. Tulle is death to me ! Makes me meretricious ;
and, child, when your times comes, don't ever — ever
— have anything to do with massage ! It grows on
one so ! One can't leave it off, and it has to be
always with one, like the poor. I have actually to
subsidize a masseuse to live round the corner, and
she cheeks me all the time. Oh, la, la ! "
I know about massage. I massed Ariadne once,
according to a system we read of in a book. I've
seldom had such a chance at her. I pinched her
black and blue, and she kept saying, " Go on !
Harder ! Harder ! " but as it didn't seem to agree
with her afterwards, I didn't do it again. But I
took the boa to give Ariadne, I have no use for
such things myself.
When Lady Scilly was ready she said — " We
won't lunch in, we will go to Prince's and have a
filet. Scilly's in a bad temper because of bills. Well,
bills must come, — and I may go, I suppose. There's
no reason one shouldn't keep out of their way."
She stuck a hat on with twenty feathers in it,
and we went down, and she told the butler to call a
hansom now, and tell the carriage to fetch us at
three o'clock.
The butler said, " Very well, my lady. Your
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ladyship has a lunch-party of ten ! " all in the same
voice.
" So I have ! Oh, Parker, what a fool I am ! "
and she flopped into a hall seat.
"Yes, my lady," Parker said, quite politely,
closing the hall-door again. He has known her
from a child, so he may be rude.
So we took off our hats, at least I did — she wears
a hat every time she can, except in bed — and went
into the library where Lord Scilly was, and her
cousin, a young man from the Foreign Office, Simon
Hermyre, that I know.
Lord Scilly came up to her and said out loud,
" You have got too much on ! "
She softly dabbed her face with her handkerchief
to please him, but so as not to disturb anything,
and the young man from the Foreign Office laughed.
He is a fifth cousin. Lady Scilly says her cousins
grow like blackberries on every bush — one of the
penalties of greatness.
" I've never really seen your face, Paquerette," he
said, " and I do believe it would justify my wildest
expectations. Still, I think you are right not to
make it too cheap. Who's coming ? Smart people,
or one of your Bohemian crowds ? "
" You'll see," she said. " Mrs. Ptomaine, for one."
" Dear Tommy ! " said he. " I love her. . . .
Desist, O wasp ! " he said to one that had come in
by the window and was bothering him. " This is
a precursor of Tommy."
" Tommy's all right, so long as she hasn't got her
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knife into you. She favours you, Simon. You are
to take her in, and distract her, and see that she
doesn't make eyes at my tame millionaire."
" Oh, Mr. Pawky ! " said Simon. " Is he coming ?
You should put me opposite, so that I could inter-
cept the glances. And why mayn't Tommy have a
bit of him ? She's terribly thin ! "
" Because he isn't a very big millionaire — only
half a one — and there's only just enough for me.
So you know what you have got to do. You may
flirt wildly with Tommy, if nothing else will do.
Let me see, who else is coming ? Oh, Marston, the
actor, a nice boy, gives me boxes, and mortally
afraid of Lauderdale — and some odd fill-ups. Just
think, I nearly went out to lunch with this child,
and forgot you all. I should like to have seen all
your faces ! "
Then all these people came, and Lady Scilly put
me on one side of the millionaire and herself on the
other. He looked very mild and indigestible, and
as if millionairing didn't agree with him. He could
only drink hot water and eat dry toast. He made
a little " How-Are-You-My-Pretty-Dear " conversa-
tion with me, but he attended most to Lady Scilly,
of course. She was telling him all about Miss
Lauderdale, and Lady Ildegonde and the dresses,
and discussing Society, as it is now.
" Titles ! Why, my dear man, no one cares a fig
for birth now-a-days. No, the only thing we care
for is culture, and the only thing we can't forgive
is for people to bore us ! "
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I wondered where the poor millionaire came in,
for he can't culture, while he certainly does bore,
but I suppose Lady Scilly wouldn't waste her time
for nothing, and perhaps there is some other attrac-
tion Society takes count of that she didn't mention ?
"I'll go anywhere and everywhere to be amused,"
she went on. " I'd go to Gatti's Music Hall under
the Arches — only music halls are a bit stale now !
I'd go to a prize-fight in a sewer — anything to get
some colour into my life ! "
" Paint the town red, wouldn't you ! " muttered
Lord Scilly.
" That is the way we all are," Lady Scilly went
on. " Look at Kitty London ! She is going to
marry a perfect darling of an acrobat, who can play
billiards on his own back ! "
" Cheap culture that ! " said Lord Scilly, and I
don't know what he meant, but I knew he meant
to be nasty ; but the millionaire went on sipping
his hot water, and enjoyed having a countess talk
like that to him, and stood her any amount of
dinners at the Paxton for it, I dare say. They say
he runs it ?
He was well protected, but still I could not help
thinking that Mrs. Ptomaine on the other side of
the table, not even opposite, seemed to have her eye
on him, one of them at any rate, Simon couldn't
manage to distract both. I didn't like her. She
came to our ball in a mask, and flirted with Mr.
Frederick Cook. I quite saw why Simon Hermyre
compared her to a wasp. She looked as if she sat
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up too late and drank too much tea, and I was sure
that though they were very smart, her petticoats
were all muddy at the bottom. She called Lady
Stilly " Darling ! " across the table every now and
then to show how intimate she was. Lady Stilly
never cares or notices. It is one of her charms.
The actor was on her other side. I saw Lord Stilly
stare at his eighteen rings and his nice painted face,
as if he were a new arrival. But there is some
excuse for him, he was just up — he said so — and I
dare say he was too tired to wash the paint off when
he got home this morning. Besides that, he is
acting Juliet to Miss Lauder dale's Romeo — that is
the way they do it now. I wish I had seen Shake-
speare when men acted men's parts and women did
women, but I was born too late for that.
When we got up from lunch, Mrs. Ptomaine
cleverly caught her dress in a leg of her chair, and
she wouldn't let the actor disengage it, but waited
till the millionaire came past her seat and had a
feeble try at it. She smiled at him very gratefully
for tearing a large bit of the flounce off in getting
it out, but after all, it made an introduction, and
she can have a new piece of common lace put in.
Afterwards in the drawing-room she had quite a
nice chat with him, before Lady Stilly sent some-
body to break it up, as she did, after five minutes.
At four o'clock they all went and we took our
drive after all. Lady Stilly never pays calls — only
the bourgeois do — but we went to see Mrs. Ptomaine.
" I hadn't a word with Tommy to-day," Lady
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Stilly said, " and I had several little things to
arrange with her. I can't sleep till I have put a
spoke in Lauderdale's wheel. Poor Tommy ! What
a fright she looked to-day ! But she is not a bad
sort, is Tommy, and devoted to me ! "
" What does she do ? " I asked.
" Oh, she works the press for me. She has com-
mand of half-a-dozen papers. Goodness knows how,
for I am sure no editor would ever care for her
to make love to him ! She is useful, you see, she
describes my dresses free. I don't care for that
myself, naturally, but the dressmakers do, if their
names are given, and then they don't worry so with
their bills. And she interviewed me once, and I
gave Kitty London such a lesson — things I wanted
conveyed to her, you know, and could not quite
say myself ! It is rather a good idea to conduct
one's quarrels through the press, isn't it ? Here we
are at Tommy's flat ! Up at the very, very top !
The vulture in its eyrie — is it the vulture that has
an eyrie ? I know it has a ragged neck with cheap
fur round it ! Up we go ! No lift ! One oughtn't
to visit with flats without a lift ! You ring ! "
I rang, and Mrs. Ptomaine herself opened the door.
" So soon, darling ! Delightful ! " she said. She
didn't look very pleased to see us, I thought, but
she was " in to tea," I could see, for there were three
kinds of little tea-cakes and a yellow cake made
with egg-powder.
" I wanted to prime you about your critique of
Lady Ildegonde, you know. Now, Tommy, it is
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understood, Lauderdale is to be snubbed and pun-
ished for her impertinence in daring to act me, in
Camille's dresses."
" Darling, quite so ! Of course. I had it nearly
written. Dearest, you don't trust your Tommy."
" Not so much darling dear, now, if you don't
mind," said Lady Scilly. " We are alone, and this
child doesn't need impressing. It fidgets me."
" All right, sweetheart — I beg your pardon," said
Mrs. Ptomaine, quite obligingly ; but talk of fidget-
ing, she herself was in a terrible state. " Is it too
early for tea ? "
" Too late you mean, Tommy. What is the
matter with you ? Have you got a headache ? "
" Three distinct headaches," said poor Tommy.
" Did three first nights last night, and got a separate
headache for each."
" How interesting ! " said Lady Scilly. " I mean
I am very sorry. Is there nothing I can do ? "
" No, no, nothing. I have experience of these.
Nothing but complete rest will do any good. If I
could just lie down and darken the room and think
of nothing for an hour."
Lady Scilly got up to go after such a plain hint
as that, and we were just opening the door when
it opened itself and let in the millionaire !
Mrs. Ptomaine made the best of it. She got up
to receive him with a very pained smile on the side
of her face next Lady Scilly, and said to her in an
undertone, " No chance for me, you see ! This man
will want his tea. Must you go ? "
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Lady Scilly hadn't even said she must go, but she
did go, and p. d. q. as my brother Ben says. What
was more, she said " Good-bye, Mrs. Ptomaine," in
a tone that must have peeled the skin off poor
Tommy's nose. No more " dears " and " darlings " !
To the millionaire she said, "So we meet again ? "
and from the way she said that polite thing, I should
say he would have serious doubts as to whether he
would ever be invited to drink toast-and-water in
her house any more.
" There are as good millionaires in South Africa
as ever came out of it," she said to me, going down-
stairs. " Poor old Pawky ! One woman after an-
other exploits the dear old thing. They are kind
to him, pour le bon motif / He did say to me in a
first introduction, ' Hev' you any bills ? ' But I
put it down to his South African manners and his
idea of breaking the ice and making conversation.
Tommy will fleece him. I hope she'll get him to
give her a new carpet ! "
I know that Mr. Pawky gave Lady Scilly her box
at the Opera, but then it was on consideration of
her allowing him to sit in it with her now and then.
Thus she gives a quid pro quo, which poor Tommy
can't do, having nothing marketable about her, not
even a title.
If he values Lady Scilly's kindness he is a fool to
run after Tommy so obviously. But that is what
I have noticed about these rich people ; they seem
to lose their heads, let themselves go cheap every
now and then. Tommy is so ugly — she never looked
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nice in her life except when she was Mrs. Sulphur-
etta Hydrogen, at our party, and wore a mask and
flirted with Mr. Frederick Cook — that he must be
demented, or jealous of Frederick Cook, perhaps ?
She has an organ, I mean a paper she's on, and I
suppose she can write Mr. Pawky up. Still I think
he has made a bad exchange, for Mrs. Ptomaine
won't last. They change the staffs of those papers
in the night, and any morning Mr. Frederick Cook
may walk down to the office and find a new man
sitting at his desk, and the same with Mrs. Ptomaine,
— where there's a way (of making a little) there's a
minx to take it ! so she often says. Lady Scilly
can't lose her title except to change it for another
and a nicer.
CHAPTER X
IT is a very odd thing that with a father a novelist,
who can sell ten thousand copies of a book, you
can't get any sort of useful advice on the subject he
has made peculiarly his own. Ariadne would much
sooner consult the cook about such things. And
it is not nice to ask advice from a person who can
oblige you to follow it ! George can't in fairness
advise as an author and command as a father, so
the result is that Ariadne makes blunders at all
these parties she goes to now. Poor girl, she only
has me to consult. I say it is a mistake the moment
you enter a room to fix your eyes on the man you
want to dance with you, or even to ask him for a
dance as Ariadne did once. She said she thought
he was too shy to ask her, though he did know her a
little, and she wanted to see if he danced as beauti-
fully as he looked. A man shy! It takes a shy
girl like Ariadne to imagine that ! For Ariadne is
both shy and superstitious. She gets that from
Lady Scilly and Lady Scilly's aunt, the Countess
of Plyndyn. A very fat old lady with a corre-
sponding hand, that when she holds it out to a
fortune-teller, it is like counting the creases in a
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feather-bed. She makes them take count of every
crease though, and begs them to invent a fate for
her.
" Haven't I got a future like other people ? " she
whines, and then the poor paid fortune-teller, in a
great hurry, sows a crop of initials in her hand, and
she is not more than pleased, and takes it as a right
to have three husbands, although she is already
seventy.
Lady Scilly never thinks of having an afternoon-
party now without at least two fortune-tellers in
different parts of the house. You see people waiting
in little lumps at the doors ; in a little more, and
they would be tying their handkerchiefs to the
handles, just as you do to bathing-machines, to say
who has the right to go in first. They go in shyly,
just like people who have made a stumble in the
street, looking silly, and they come out looking
humble, like people who have been having their hair
washed. The fortune-seller doesn't tell women the
very serious things, for instance, that they are going
to die themselves, though she tells them when their
husbands are. They always tell Ariadne what sort
of coloured man she is going to marry, but as there
are only two sorts of coloured men, fair and dark,
it is sure to come right sometimes. The last time
the woman said, " Fair — verging on red ! " and as
Ariadne doesn't know any man who has anything
like red hair except Mr. Aix, whom she doesn't care
for, she frowned and said, " Are you quite sure ? "
The woman changed it to dark, almost black, in a
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great hurry, and Ariadne was pleased, for it is a
safer colour. Ariadne wears a piece of wood let into
a bracelet that Lady Scilly gave her, just the same as
she wears herself, and touches it whenever she thinks
misfortune is in the air, or when she is afraid of
making a fool of herself more than usual. She took
me out to gather May dew in Kensington Gardens,
and very smutty it was. She always counts cherry-
stones, and once at the Islingtons' lunch when it
came badly, she actually swallowed Never !
Now, in Lady Stilly' s set, they call her " The girl
that swallowed Never," and it seems to amuse them.
Anything amuses them, especially a nickname. I
myself wonder Ariadne did not have appendicitis,
or at least that apple-tree growing out of her ear
they used to tell us of when we were children. At
luncheon parties now, they make a joke of refusing
to help her to greengage, cherry, or plum- tart, in
fact to anything countable, and Ariadne doesn't
seem to see that it is plain to them all that she is
anxious to be married, which, though it is true,
sounds unpleasant, at any rate for the men. She is
wild to be married, and to go away and leave this
house and have a house of her own that she can ask
me to come and stay at, and Miss Mander. I think
it is a very good wish, only why make it public ?
Nor she needn't let every one know that George only
gives her fifteen pounds a year to dress like a lady
on. It is cheaper to dress like an artist or a Bohe-
mian, or in character, and so she does. We don't
have any dressmaker, we hardly know the feel of one
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even. Mother and Ariadne majce their own clothes,
and Mother never going out, is able to give Ariadne
a little extra off her own allowance. I don't know
how much that is. She will never tell.
Mother has all the taste that Aunt Gerty hasn't
got. It is odd, how taste skips one in a family !
Aunt Gerty is like a very smart rag-doll, dressed in
odds and ends to show the fashion on a small scale.
And fashion after all is only a matter of " bulge."
You bulge in a different place every year, and if you
can only bulge a little earlier, or leave off bulging in
any particular place sooner than other people, well,
you may consider you are a well-dressed woman !
Ariadne makes money doing his reviews for
George. He gives her sixpence a head, when he
remembers to. Dozens of books come in to our
house every week, from The Bittern, and for Wild
Oats. George is " Pease Blossom " on The Bittern.
We don't need to subscribe to a library, we live in
a book-shop practically, for they are all sold in
Booksellers' Row afterwards. George takes the im-
portant ones, of course, and gives the smaller fry to
Ariadne to do. She is his understudy. When they
are ready George writes hers up, and Christina
types them, and it all goes in together. He once
reviewed a batch of bad ones under the heading of
Darnel, and people thought him clever but malicious.
Papa doesn't know it, but Ariadne has an under-
study too. She lets the novels out to me, and gives
me twopence a head. I must say that she has no
idea of beating one down. I read them as carefully
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as I have time for — it depends on how many Ariadne
gives me — and then when she is doing her hair, I sit
beside her, and tell her the plots. The more im-
proper ones she keeps to herself, but I read those for
pleasure, not work, so it's all right.
Ariadne knows about a dozen useful phrases that
she didn't invent, but found ready made. " Up to
the level of this author's reputation" is one; "marks
a distinct advance," "breezy," "strong, or convinc-
ing," and the opposites, " unconvincing," " weak,"
" morbid," " effete," are useful ones. She uses all
these turn and turn about, and always mentions " a
fine sense of atmosphere " if she honestly can.
She has great fun sometimes, when she meets the
authors in society. She flirts with them till they
get confidential, and tell her about their books, and
how totally they have been misunderstood by the
press, and what a crassly ignorant set reviewers
are ! They explain to her that not one of the whole
d — d crew has the slightest sense of responsi-
bility, especially The Bittern, which has got the
most God-forsaken staff that ever paper went to the
devil with ! Ariadne is amused at all this and gives
them another chance of conversation, and then they
go on to quote her own words to her !
Once, though, she got caught, and George very
nearly took all the reviewing away from her, for he
had to stand the racket himself, of course. She had
actually said at the end of the review that it was a
pity Mr. I forget the author's name — did not re-
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crime, which to the very end he allowed to remain
shrouded in obscurity. Well, as a matter of fact,
there was a hanging scene and dying confession in
the last chapter but one, but Ariadne unfortunately
burnt that before she had got to it. She was using
the novel as a screen to keep the draught off the
flame for heating her tongs, and so she never read
that part, and had to make up her own end. The
editor of The Bittern had to acknowledge the error
and apologize in a footnote, because the author
threatened a libel action. Ariadne doesn't care
about meeting that man in society !
It is fairer at any rate for Ariadne to review books
than George, because she doesn't write them. People
who write books shouldn't have the right to say
what they think of other people's ; it is like a
mother listening to tales in the nursery, and putting
one child in the corner to please another. I once
went into the study and saw George walking up and
down, and throwing light bits of furniture about.
" D — m the fellow ! He's stolen the babe unborn
of an excellent plot of mine, and mauled it and
ruined it, beyond recognition ! "
It was no use my putting in my word, and saying,
" Well, then, George, you can use it again." He
went on fuming and fussing, loudly dictating a
regular corker of a review.
" I'll let him have it ! Go on, please, Miss Mander.
' The signal ineptitude of this author's ' '
I am sure that was going to be a very unpleasant
review to read, though I never saw it in print.
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Ariadne is sentimental, and doesn't care for
realistic novels at all, which is a pity, as George's
greatest friend, and the person who comes oftenest
to this house, is a realist, and wrote a novel called
The Laundress. He lived in Shoreditch in a tene-
ment dwelling for a whole year to learn how to write
it from the laundresses themselves, — he went to tea
with a different laundress every afternoon ? The
one he wrote about had three diamond rings and
three husbands to match. He himself wore flannel
shirts then, not nice frock-coats such as he has now,
but the flannel shirts weren't because he was poor,
but so as not to frighten the laundresses by looking
too smart. Then the book came out, and there was
a great fuss about it, and it was published at six-
pence, and our cook bought it, and it lies on the
kitchen-table beside the cookery-book.
That is the reason Mr. Aix, being a realist, makes
more money than Papa, who is an idealist. You see,
Duchesses and Countesses want to hear all about
laundresses, just as much as cooks do, but though
Duchesses and Countesses are interested in mediaeval
knights and maidens, cooks — nor yet laundresses —
aren't.
" The suburbs do not appreciate me as they do
you, old man ! " he says sometimes. " If I was
proper, they wouldn't even look at me ! "
" Ay ! the suburbs ? " George says dreamily ;
" the kind, the mild, the tenderly trustful suburbs.
I manipulate them freely. I have taught Peckham
Rye and Clapham that there are stranger things in
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Pall Mall and Piccadilly than are dreamt of in their
simple philosophy "
" You have tickled the Philistines, not smitten
them ! " says Mr. Aix.
" I have shocked them — they love being shocked !
I have startled them — that does them good. I have
puzzled them — not altogether unpleasantly. I have
inured them to Dukes and familiarized them
with Duchesses, as the butcher hardens his pony
to a motor-car. I reduce to a common, romantic
denominator "
" You are like those useful earthworms of le pere
Darwin, bringing up soil and interweaving strata,"
said Mr. Aix wearily.
George accepted the worm reluctantly, and went
on. " Yes, I dominate the lower strata, they dote
on any topsy-turvy upper-class gospel I chose at the
moment to formulate for their crass benefit. Miss
Mander, did you ever envisage Peckham ? "
" I lived there and sold matches once," said she,
" and, moreover, I've kept a Home for distressed
female — authors in the Isle of Dogs."
" Is there anything you haven't done ? " said
Mr. Aix, quite jealous of a woman interfering in his
own line. He always makes a point of living among
his raw material. When he was writing The Serio-
Comic, in order to get the serious atmosphere — which
I should have thought gin would have done for
well enough — he went every night of his life to some
music hall or other, and went behind and talked to
them, and fastened their frocks at the back for
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them, and put in hair-pins when they stuck out just
as- they were going on. Then he stood them drinks,
and didn't preach for his life, for if he had, the serio-
comics wouldn't have told him anything or shown
him the secret of their inner life. He had to pretend
that he thought them and their life all that was
perfect. Christina calls this novel " The Sweetmeat
in the Gutter," and loves it, though George says it
is as broad as it's long, and that ladies shouldn't
read it. But Christina has been to Klondike and
seen the seamy side, so it doesn't matter. / have
read The Serio-Comic, and I can't see anything
wrong. There's more seriousness than fun in it.
Miss Deucie Dulcimer's real name is Frances Haggles,
and she's the mother of five in the course of three
hundred and fifty pages, and there's a brandy-and-
soda in every chapter.
Mr. Aix is forty, but he looks like a boy. He has
a snub soft nose like Lady Scilly's pug, with wrinkles
on the bridge of it. He wears spectacles because of
his weak eyes, and he always says " Quite so," as if
he were good-natured enough to agree with Provi-
dence in everything. He is the opposite of George,
who is proud to be considered cat-like. Perhaps
that is why they are friends. If Mr. Aix were a
dog, he would knock over everything with his tail.
He has no tact. He never drinks anything but
water, and does calisthenics before breakfast with
an exerciser on a door. He is the kind of man who
would put stops in a telegram — so very punctilious.
His eyes are wall, and look different ways, and
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Aunt Gerty says that once at a dance he asked two
girls for the same polka, and they both accepted,
because he looked at them both at the same
time.
He is about the only person who doesn't think
Ariadne pretty, so Ariadne naturally dislikes him.
She can't help it. If we didn't let her think she
was pretty, she would have jaundice, or something
lingering of that sort. She snubs Mr. Aix, but
somehow he won't consider himself snubbed. It
comes of having no sense of decency, as the reviews
say of him. Christina chaffs him, and teases him
about his next novel, and asks him if it is to be
called The Dustman or The General, and what the
locale is to be, the scullery or the collecting-places
just outside London ?
I have an idea that it will be called The Seamstress,
for he has lately taken to coming up into the little
entresol on the stairs where we sit and stitch, and
make our frocks, and asking us to teach him to sew.
He puts out a hand like a sheaf of bananas, Ariadne
fits a needle into one of them, and he cobbles away
quite painstakingly for an hour.
Once he came up when Ariadne was awfully tired,
and could hardly keep her eyes open, as she always
is after a dance.
" I have often wondered," he began, " what must
be the sensations of a young girl on entering on her
kingdom of the ball-room. Is she dazzled, is she
obfuscated by the twinkling repetition of the lights ?
are her senses stunned or stimulated by the pon-
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derous beat of the time, relentless under its top-
dressing of melody, like despair underlying frivolity ?
Is She ? "
He would have gone on for ever if I had not
interrupted —
" I can tell you. She's thinking all the time,
' Is there a hairpin sticking out ? Is the tip of my
nose shiny ? Is my dress too short in front, and is
it properly fastened at the back, and what does
Mr. it depends which Mister is there that evening
—think of it all ? "
" Don't, Tempe ! " said Ariadne.
" No, no, Miss Tempe, go on, I beg of you. Go on
being indiscreet. Tell me some more things about
women."
" Do you know why women always sit on one side
when they are alone in a hansom ? "
" No, I have no idea. Some charmingly morbid
reason, I suppose ? "
" Oh, you can call it morbid, if you like," I said.
" It is only because there happens to be a looking-
glass there."
George and Mr. Aix have different publishers, but
the same literary agent. A publisher once took
them both to the top of a high hill in Surrey and
tempted them — to sell him the rights of every novel
they did for ten years, and be kept in luxury by him.
But they both shook their heads and said, " You
must go to Middleman ! " Then he took them to a
London restaurant and made them drunk, and still
they shook their heads and sent him to Middleman,
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who makes all their bargains for them, but he can't
control all the reviews.
One morning Mr. Aix came in to see George, with
a blue press-cutting in his hand ; I was in the study
then, as it happened, and I did not go. George
never minds our hearing everything, he says it is too
much of an effort to be a hero to one's typewriter,
or one's daughter.
" I am in a rage ! " Mr. Aix said, and so I suppose
he was, though he looked more like a white goose-
berry than ever. " Just let me get hold of this
fellow they have got on The Bittern, and see if I
don't wring his neck for him ! "
George didn't say anything, and so I asked —
somebody had to — " What has The Bittern man
done, please ? "
" Done ! He has dammed me with faint praise,
that's all ! I'd have the fellow know that I'm read
in every pothouse, every kitchen in England ! Here,
George, take it, and read it, the infamous thing ! "
George read it — at least he ran his eyes over it.
He didn't seem to want to see it particularly, and
gave it back as if it bit him, saying —
" Well, my dear fellow, you must take the rough
with the smooth — one can always learn something
from criticism, or so I find ! "
" What the devil do you suppose I am to learn
from an incompetent paste-and-scissors under-
strapper like that ? He wants a good hiding, that's
what he wants, and I for one would have no objection
to giving it him ! "
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" Well, it wasn't me wrote it, Mr. Aix," I said,
" nor Ariadne ! " He isn't supposed to know that
George farms out his reviews.
Mr. Aix laughed, and left off being cross. The
odd thing was, that it had only just missed being
Ariadne or me, for the book certainly came in for
review. Most likely George wrote it, or else why
didn't he trouble to read it, when it was given him
to read ? It looks as if he were growing a little
tiny bit of a conscience, for he knows he ought to
have said to The Bittern editor, " Avaunt ! Don't
tempt an author to review his friend's book, when
he knows he cannot speak well of it for so many
reasons ! " That is my idea of literary morality.
CHAPTER XI
GEORGE came back from his yachting tour with
the Stilly s very brown and cheerful, having col-
lected enough sunshine for a new book, and Christina
is typing it at his dictation.
George is a cranky dictator, and it takes her all her
time to keep in touch with him. I have watched
her at it. Sometimes he stops and can't for the life
of him find the right word, and I can tell by her
eyes that she knows it, and is too polite to give it
him ; just the way one longs to help out a stutterer.
But I have seen her put the word down out of her
own head long before George has shouted it at her,
as he does in the end. She picks and chooses, too,
a little, for George is a tidy swearer, as the cabman
said. I suppose he learned it in the high society he
goes among ! He does it all the time he is compos-
ing ; it relieves the tension, he says, and she doesn't
mind. She manages him. George pretends he
knows he is being managed, which shows that he
doesn't really think he is. I asked her once why
she didn't marry, but she said the profession of
typewriting was not so binding as the other, for you
could get down off your high stool if you wanted.
Christina always says rude things about epigrams
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and marriage. She is not very old, only thirty ; but
she says she has outgrown them both. Of course in
this house epigrams are the same as bread-and-
butter, hers and ours, for George pays her a good
salary for typing those that he makes ready for
print. As for epigrams, she says she can make them
herself, and here are some I found written out in
her handwriting on a china memorandum tablet. I
expect she keeps a separate tablet for her remarks
on Marriage.
1. Man cannot live by epigram alone.
2. Epigrams are like the paper-streamers they
fling out of the boxes at a bal masqud at the Opera.
They flat fall immediately afterwards.
3. An epigram is like the deadly Upas Tree, and
blights everything in the shape of conversation that
grows near it.
4. Reverse an epigram and you get a platitude.
5. The savage, sour, and friendless epigram.
The last sounds to me all wrong, for it has no verb.
But I give it as I find it.
George's new novel is to be called The Senior
Epigrammatist, and the scene is laid in the Smart
Sea Islands.
"Our well-known blend," said Mr. Aix, "of
opaline sea and crystal epigram knocks the public
every time ! But mark me, Christina dear, this
sunlight soap won't wash clothes. It isn't for home
consumption. It gladdens publishers' offices, but
leaves the domestic hearth cold. The fires of
passion "
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" Don't talk to me of passion," said Christina.
" I just detest the word. Passion is piggish ! It's
a perfect disgrace to have primitive instincts, and I
wouldn't be seen dead with a temperament, in these
days."
She was putting a new ribbon into her typewriter
and trying it. She typed something like this —
Christina x x x Ball x x C.B. x x ( ) C. Ball
BB
" Who is Ball ? " said Mr. Aix anxiously.
Christina answered as if she meant to bite his
head off.
* " A man who never made an epigram in his life,
and stands six foot six in his shoes."
" The noble savage, eh ? Well, well, I wish him
luck ! "
I knew who Ball was; it is Peter Ball, and Christina
likes him. She hasn't said or typed anything
against marriage since she knew him.
It was at a concert that some friends of hers
gave in Queen's Gate, that she first met him. I was
with her, and we all sat in rows on rout seats, that
skidded and flew off like shirt-buttons across the
room whenever you got up suddenly. Peter Ball
sat next us, and his legs were long, though his feet
were small. He had a golden beard, which I hate,
and so, I thought, did Christina. She had always
said there was one thing she would not marry, and
that was a beard.
He wished out loud that he hadn't got let in for
the sitting-down seats, so that he could not make a
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clean bolt of it when he had had enough of Miss
Squallini. There was not any Miss of that name on
the programme, so though he said loud, no one
could be offended. A Maddle. Xeres told us quite
slyly, lifting her eyebrows up and down, that " she
knew a bank ! " as if she had got up early like the
worm, and found it all by herself. After that, one
of the spare hostesses came wandering by and in-
troduced him to us. He began to talk to Christina
without looking at her, and gradually he forgot his
legs and put one under the rout seat in front of him
and lifted it up without thinking. The lady on it
looked round indignantly and Christina smiled.
After that he talked to us all through the programme
though people shoo'd him, and then he stopped for
a little and apologized, and went on again.
" I don't often turn up at this sort of function,
do you ? " he asked Christina.
" No, I do not," she replied, " I have too much
to do as a general thing."
" And stay at home and do it," said he ; " you're
wise."
" I have to ! " said Christina. " Oh," she sighed,
" I am so dreadfully hot."
It was June.
" Why do you wear that bag ? " he said, meaning
her motor tulle veil, which was absurdly thick and
made her look as if she had small-pox. But every
one else apparently had a different form of the same
disease, shown by a different size in spots. She said
SO, and that she wore a veil like every one else.
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" Get out of it, can't you, and let me take care of
it for you, and that boa thing you have got round
your neck." j,
She took it off, anolhe boa, and gave them to him.
" I am afraid you will drop the boa, and let the
veil work under the seat," she said in a fright, as he
nipped them both in one great hand. So he pinned
them, boa, veil, and all, to his grey speckled trousers
with her hat-pin, and sat all through the rest of the
concert, looking at the bunch at his knee. I never
saw a man like that before, he didn't seem at all
like the people who come to Cinque Cento House. I
didn't seem to see him there, and I rather thought
I should like to. Why, he would make George
straighten his back !
" I say," he said presently, " do you like gramo-
phones ? "
" I love them," said Christina, and I knew it was
a lie.
" My people have a perfectly splendid one ! " said
he, and his whole face lighted up. "I wish you
could hear it."
Christina wished she could, and he said —
" Oh, then, we will manage it somehow."
When the concert was over he didn't bolt as he
had said he wanted to, but gave us ices, Christina
one, me two, and then Christina put the bag on
again.
" If you were in my motor in that thing in a
shower you'd get drowned," said he. " Why, it
would hold the water. I should like to drive you
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in my motor all the same. I say, can't I call on
you ? "
Christina told him very nicely that she was private
secretary to the author, Mr. George Vero-Taylor,
and hadn't much time for herself. She seemed to
say that this made a call impossible.
" Ah, I see ! Live in, do you ? Well, I'll call
there, drop my pasteboard, all straight and formal,
you know, and then there can be no objection to my
giving you a spin in the motor. Right you are !
Sinky Cento House. What a rum name ! Suggests
drains ! Never mind, I'll be there, and then when
I've made the acquaintance of your chaperon, she'll
allow you to come to tea with my mater, and make
the acquaintance of the gramophone. My mater's
too old to go out. It's a ripper, the gramophone, I
mean, like some other people I am thinking of ! "
" What a breezy man ! " said Christina, on the
way home. " He reminds me of The Northman I
used to draw at South Kensington. I broke him,
and had to pay seven-and-six for him." Then she
began to think — I believe it was about Peter Ball.
He was handsome, for he had blue eyes and a little
short, straight nose like the Sovereigns in Madame
Tussaud's.
"Isn't he exactly like Harold of England?" I said
to Christina. " I hope George won't snub him when
he comes to see you ? "
" He won't come," said she ; " but if he did he
wouldn't know he was being snubbed."
" No, he would say to George, ' Keep your snubs
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for a man of your own size.' But, Christina dear,
I always thought you hated both marriage and
gramophones."
" I am not so sure about gramophones," said she.
" Perhaps a very big one ? "
" A six-footer, like Mr. Peter Ball, eh ? "
She was quite moody and absent in the 'bus going
home, and wouldn't go on top to please me. Then
I accidentally stuck my umbrella in over the top of
her shoe as I walked beside her, and then she was
too cross to speak at all. I respected her mood.
That is why I am beloved in the home circle. But
I have my own ideas, and they keep me amused.
I was unfortunately out of the way when Mr.
Peter Ball did call, three days later. Mother and
Christina were in, and Ariadne, who gave me a true
account of it all. She says the first thing he said to
Christina was, " I hope you don't think I have been
too precipitate ? " I suppose he meant in calling ?
He stared about him a good deal at first, and she
thought that George's queer furniture made him
feel shy, and that he thought the ivory figure of
Buddha quite indecent. She was sure he didn't
admire her (Ariadne), but only Christina, because
Christina is a " tailor-made " girl, that men like.
Mother made the tea very strong that afternoon,
so as to make him feel at home, and then after
all he didn't touch tea. She kindly offered him
a brandy-and-soda and he declined that, but I
expect it was only because it would have seemed
disrespectful to Christina. All men are alike, and
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prone to a b. and s. if they can get it without
disgrace. Mother was sure that he had fallen
head-over-ears in love with Christina, and she with
him at the very first sight. She told me so, and
said she meant to help it on.
"It is because Christina is so used to seeing
George every day," said I. " Peter Ball is very
different, isn't he ? "
Mother said that there was no accounting for
tastes, and that for her part she considered George's
type was the nicest. But whatever we did, she
said, we were not to chaff Christina about it, and
put her off a very good match. A girl of Christina's
sort never took kindly to chaff, and though she
should be sorry to lose Christina as a secretary to
George, it being impossible to tell what sort of minx
he might engage in her place, she for one wouldn't
like any personal consideration whatever to interfere
with Christina's establishment in life. Peter Ball is
a landed gentry. He is M.F.H. in the county of
Northumberland to the Rattenraw Hunt, and a
capital shot and first-rate angler. When his old
mother dies he will be richer, but he is a good son,
and often stays with her in Leinster Gardens where
he has asked me and Christina to go to tea next
week.
I promised not to chaff, but if she had only known,
it would have taken a steam-crane to put Christina
off that particular thing. She talked lots about
Peter. He was the " finest specimen of humanity
she had ever come across ! " " Such a contrast to
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the little anaemic, effete, ambisextrous (I hope I have
got it right ?) creatures that haunt Cinque Cento
House, who are all trying to get more out of their
heads than is in them ! " " Greek in his simplicity,
a sort of mixture of John Bull and Antinous ! " I
say, just wait till you see his mother ; nice men's
mothers are sometimes sad eye-openers, and Peter
Ball is always talking about his. Also it is quite
on the cards that she may not like Christina, and
then I am sure he will never propose to her. He is
an admirable son. I believe he keeps a gramophone
just to attract the girls he admires into his mother's
cave, and give her the opportunity of looking over
them, and making up her mind if they are fit to be
her Peter's wife or no.
When the eventful day came, Christina was on
thorns. She didn't know how to dress. She finally
left off the chiffon bag and wore a fringe-net, and
her best-cut " tailor-made," and took out her
ear-rings lest they should damn her in his mother's
eyes. Then at exactly five minutes to four we rang
the bell in 1000 Leinster Square.
A proud butler opened the door. George will
only let us have maids, although he could afford ten
butlers.
The house was beautiful, and not a bit like ours.
" Early Victorian," Christina whispered me. She
was dreadfully nervous, and made me too. I dropped
my umbrella in the rack with such a clatter that she
blushed and scolded me. Then a palm-leaf tickled
my head as I went by, and I begged its pardon,
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thinking some one behind was trying to attract my
attention. We were taken into a big room with
pedestal things in gold and stucco set down at
intervals, and a clock with a bare pendulum which
looks simply undressed to me, and a bronze Father
Time with his sickle lying lazily across the top. On
another clock there was a gilt man in a gilt cart
whipping up two gilt horses. The carpet had large
bouquets of roses on it, and I thought what a good
game it would be to pretend they were islands and
hop across from one to the other. I began, but she
stopped me. In a corner was the gramophone, like
a great brass ear put out to hear what you were
saying. It was playing when we went in, like an
old man with a wheeze, and in came Peter Ball
looking as if he had just got out of a bath, and
said, "How-do-you-do! it is playing ' Coppelia.' "
Then it played " Valse Bleue " and " Casey at the
Wake," and "Casey as Doctor," and "When
other Lips," and then Peter Ball said his mother
was ready.
Into another room we went, full of Berlin wool-
work chairs, and screens of Potiphar and his wife,
and the curtains were of green rep with ropes of silk
to tie them back and gilt festoons to hide their
beginnings, and an old old lady in a big arm-chair
and a lace cap with nodding bugles was in a corner,
just like another and older bit of furniture.
We were introduced ; she was very deaf and very
blind, and I am not sure she didn't think / was the
girl Peter wanted to marry. However that might
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be, she seemed pleased with us, and we talked of her
son and the house. Christina, who used to say she
preferred a Che*ret poster to a Titian, and plain
deal to mahogany, admired everything freely. The
rosewood wheelbarrow with silver fittings given to
Peter Ball's father when he laid a first stone some-
where, she said was superb and so graceful ; the
picture of old Mrs. Ball by Ingres in a poke bonnet
and short waist she said was far superior to anything
by Burne Jones.
" Who is Burne Jones ? " said the old lady, and
Christina denied Burne Jones cheerfully. I thought
of my favourite piece of poetry —
"See, ye Ladies that are coy,
What the mighty Love can do ! "
Then we had tea (the cake in a silver basket on a
fringed mat, if you please !), and after we had talked
a little more, we said good-bye, and Peter took us
out. He had rushed out of the room just five
minutes before, when the first symptoms of leave-
taking manifested themselves, and we saw why,
when we passed out though the first room where
the gramophone was. It played us out with " The
Wedding March," surely a graceful thought of Peter
Ball's !
" He's very nice, but what a pity he hasn't got
taste ! " I said as we came away. You see, I am
used to Cinque Cento House, and I have always
been told that there is only one taste, and that ours
is it.
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" Taste ! " Christina mooned, as we got into a
'bus. " There's so much of it about, isn't there ?
On my word, it will soon be quite chic to be
vulgar."
It was not difficult to tell which way the wind
was blowing after that. It was about this time
that Mr. Aix found Christina typing her own name
and Peter's on a sheet of III Imperial. • He hadn't
even set eyes on Peter Ball then, but he did a few
days later, when Peter Ball came to tea, holding
his grey kid gloves in his hand. George, luckily,
was out again, really out, not pretending to be in
his study, and Mr. Aix it was who opened the
front-door for Peter when he went away at
seven.
" A man ! " he said, when he came back to us
all in the winter garden, and Christina was just
going out — escaping to her own room to think over
Peter Ball, I dare say — and she said as she passed
him —
" I could hug you for saying that, Mr. Aix."
" No, you couldn't," said he. " I am popularly
supposed to be repellent. A lady said I was like a
white stick of celery grown in a dark cellar. Another,
of music-hall celebrity, compared me to a blasted
pipe-stem. I do not look for success with your sex.
It was kind of you to think of it, though."
Peter Ball meant business, or else we could not
have all spoken of it so openly. George was awfully
cross at the idea of having to find a new secretary.
Lady Scilly said she thought he could do better than
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Christina, who was too forward (and too pretty).
She tried very hard to flirt with Peter herself, but
perhaps Peter thought he could do better, and
wouldn't. She looked into his face and said, " You
great big beauty ! " She told him " high " stories,
as Christina and I call them, and he wouldn't laugh.
She asked him right out why he wouldn't, and he
answered equally right out, " Because I disapprove
of all jesting with regard to the relations of the
sexes ! "
Lady Scilly looked disgusted, and left him severely
alone, as he meant her to.
For weeks after this he was like a full pail of
water one is afraid to carry without spilling. At
last he slopped over, and asked Christina to be his
wife. I wasn't in the room, of course, but Christina
was nice and told us afterwards. He went on his
knees, she says, and I believe her, because I found
a cushion on the floor immediately after, before the
housemaid had tidied the room, and I think he had
managed to put it under his knees without her seeing.
Our floor is bony.
" The very moment," she said, " he had got me
to say yes, he jumped up and rushed out without
his hat, to send a telegram to his mother with the
good news ! "
She thought this so nice of him and so flattering,
as showing that he hadn't made quite sure of her.
For though we all knew she meant to take him, he
was not supposed to be aware of it. Considering
that Christina is grown up, she ought to be able to
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make a man think exactly what she wishes him to
think about her. Such power comes, or should
come, with advancing years, and is one of its com-
pensations. Ariadne, of course, isn't old enough
to have left off being quite transparent, and regrets
it deeply in some of her poetry.
Christina was married to Peter Ball almost
directly, and Ariadne and I were her bridesmaids.
Mrs. Mander gave us our dresses and hats. They
were quite fashionable ; she would have no nonsense
or necklaces. Ariadne looked smart and like other
people, for once. She didn't look so pretty, but it
is a mistake to want to go about the streets looking
like a picture. Prettiness isn't everything, and the
really smartest people would disdain to look simply
ready for an artist to paint them.
Simon Hermyre, Lady Scilly's best friend, was
Peter Ball's best man. He had met Ariadne at the
Scillys', but at Christina's wedding he said that he
should not have known her again. He began to
take some notice of her. She at once asked him to
call, and it was a great mistake, for he never did.
It is awkward for Ariadne, I admit, for Mother not
going out, and George being perfectly useless as a
father, she has to do all her own asking.
That can't be helped, but Ariadne is always hasty
and strikes while the iron is too hot. Simon Her-
myre did rather like her, but he wasn't quite sure
that he actually wanted to take her on, and all that
that means — and whether he liked her enough to risk
making Lady Scilly angry about it, as of course she
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would be. At all events he didn't come — his chief
kept him in till six o'clock every day, or some excuse
of that sort. As if a man couldn't always manage
a call if he wanted to, even if he were third secretary
to some one in the planet Mars !
CHAPTER XII
WE never used to go away for more than a week
every summer to Brighton or Herne Bay, but now
that we live in the heart of the town, as of course St.
John's Wood is, it has been decided that we want a
whole month at the sea. This year Mother and Aunt
Gerty chose Whitby in Yorkshire. It is convenient
for Aunt Gerty — something about a company that
she is thinking of joining in the autumn. George
didn't care where we went, as he isn't to be with us.
He just forks out the money as Mother asks for it ;
he trusts her implicitly not to waste it, and to do
things as cheap as they can be done and yet decently,
because after all we are his family, and everybody
knows that now.
I sometimes think he would come with us himself,
if Aunt Gerty wasn't so much about.
Ariadne and Aunt Gerty haven't got an ounce of
country fibre in them. They get at loggerheads with
the country at once. The mildest cows chase them,
they manage to nearly drown themselves in the
tiniest ditches, the quietest old pony rears if they
drive him. If they pick a mushroom it is sure to be
a toadstool; if they bite into a pear there's a wasp
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inside it ; if they take hold of a village baby they are
sure to drop it. They haven't country good manners,
they leave gates open, they trample down grass, they
entice dogs away, they startle geese and set hens
running, and offend everybody all round.
So they weren't particularly happy in the first
rooms we took, at a farm just out of Whitby. There
was one stuffy little best parlour, sealed up like a
bottle of medecine, and one mouldy geranium looking
as if it couldn't help it on the window-sill, and the
" Seven Deadly Sins " in chromo on the walls, and
Rebecca at a well of Berlin wools over the mantel-
piece. They covered the family Bible with an
antimacassar, and Aunt Gerty's theatrical photos
without which she never travels, and suppressed
the frosty ornament in a glass case of one of Mrs.
Wilson's wedding-cakes. Mrs. Wilson married early,
she says, and I say she married often, for there are
three of them ! It was uncomfortable. Mother
didn't complain, Aunt Gerty did. She had no-
where to hang up her dresses ; they were all getting
spoilt ; she couldn't see to do her hair in the wretched
little scrap of looking-glass, and the room was so
small that she twice set fire to her bed-curtains,
curling her hair, which she did twenty times a day,
for there was always wind or rain or something.
The walls were so thin that she could hear every word
Mr. and Mrs. Wilson said to each other in the next
room, quarrelling and arranging the bill and so on.
She couldn't sleep with the window shut, and all sorts
of horrid buggy things came in if you left it open.
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It was so dreadfully lonely here, and she had never
" seen so much land " in her life.
Aunt Gerty has been on tour often enough to get
used to uncomfortable lodgings, lodgings not chosen
by herself, very likely, and her luggage all fetched
away the day before she leaves by the baggage man !
But it is in a town, and that makes all the difference.
Give her a strip of mirror in the door of her wardrobe,
and a gas-jet ready to set fire to her window-curtains,
and a row of shops outside to cheer her up, and she
won't think of grumbling.
The landlady didn't consider us a particularly
good " let." I used to hear her in bed in the mornings
explaining to Mr. Wilson, who is a railway porter,
how glad she would be to be " shot " of us if it
wasn't for the money. " Ay, lass ! " he would
answer, and then I used to hear him turning over
in bed and going to sleep again.
" They're better to keep a week than a fortnight ! "
she used to say. " What with their late dinners
and breakfasts in bed, and their black coffee, and
all sitting down for an hour o' mornings polishing
up them ondacent brown boots — they darsen't trust
the help, no, not since she went and rubbed them
with lard — poor girl, she meant well, — and she fit
to rive her legs off answering the parlour bell every
minute ! Well, the sooner I see their backs, the
better pleased I shall be ! "
We took the hint and gave up the rooms, and got
some nicer ones in town on the quay. Aunt Gerty
left off bothering Mother to have late dinner and
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strong coffee, and we lived on herrings and cream
cheeses, the cheapest things in Whitby. I mean
the herrings. When they have a good catch, they
sell them at a halfpenny each on the quay-side,
or slap their children with them, or shy them at
strangers. Anything to keep the market up !
Mrs. Bennison, our new landlady, isn't a Whitby
woman, but her husband is, and owns a boat, and
takes Ben out sailing, and tries to make a man of
him. We hardly ever see him, so we know he is
happy. Mother and Aunt Gerty sit one on each
side of the bow window the greater part of the day,
and make blouses, and read at the same time. George
would throw their books into the harbour if he
caught them in their hands ; they are the sort he
disapproves of. I won't say who the authors of
these are, as being a literary man's daughter it
might give offence, but they are by women mostly.
George vetoes women's books too, for they are
generally bad, and if they are good, they have no
business to be.
Just now, George isn't here to object, he is at
Homburg, doing a cure. He always gets brain fag
towards the end of the season like his other friends.
It seems to me the smartest illness to have, except
appendicitis. The moment Goodwood is over, they
all troop off to Germany or Switzerland and pay
pounds to some doctor who only makes them leave
off eating and drinking too much, and go to bed a
little before daylight. It is kill and then cure with
the smart set, every year. George does what is
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right and usual — bathes in champagne at Wiesbaden,
and drinks the water rotten eggs have been boiled
in at Homburg. He does it in good company, to
take the taste away. Mr. Aix drew us a picture of
George and a Duchess walking up and down a parade,
with a glass tube connected with a tumbler, in their
mouths, talking about emulating " The Life of the
Busy Bee " as they went along.
About the middle of August we heard he had come
back to England and was paying his usual round
of visits to Barefront, and Baddeley and Fylingdales
Tower. Nearly all these places have real battle-
ments and ghosts. Fylingdales Tower is near here.
Mother and I and Aunt Gerty joined a cheap trip
to it, the other day, and were taken all over the
house for a shilling. I don't even believe The Family
was away, but stowed away pro tern, and staring at
us through some chink and loathing us. I did
manage to persuade Aunt Gerty not to throw away
her sandwich paper in the grate of the fire-place of
the room where Edward the Third had slept on his
way to Alnwick, but kindly keep it till we were got
into the Park. But she was very irreverent all
the same, and insisted on setting her hat straight
in the glass of Queen Elizabeth's portrait, and that
was the only picture she looked at at all. I don't
care for pictures much. I like the house, which
is old and grey and bleached, as if it never got a good
night's sleep. Too many spirits to break its rest.
I don't believe in ghosts really, but I often wonder
what are the white things one sees ? I don't see
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so many as I did when I was quite a child. Aunt
Gerty shivered and went Brr ! She hated it all, she
is so very modern. She admitted that she only went
with us because she had hoped George might be
actually staying there, and would see his own sister-
in-law among the trippers and get a nasty jar.
Mother is a lady, and knew quite well that he wasn't
there, or else she would not have let Aunt Gerty
go, or gone herself, even incog. George had been
there recently, though, for the black-satin house-
keeper said so, and that she read his books herself
when she had time, or a headache. " He's quite
a pet of her ladyship's," she told Aunt Gerty, who
had spotted one of George's books on a table and
asked questions. She was dying to tell the old thing
that we were relations of the great Mr. Vero-Taylor,
but dursn't, for Mother's eye was on her. Mother
looked as pleased as Punch though, and gazed at
the chairs (behind plush railings) that her husband
had sat on, and at the portrait in Greek dress, by
Sir Alma Tadema, of the lady who " made a pet of
him."
George had written from Homburg once or twice
to me, and I used to read his letters out to Mother,
who naturally wanted to hear his news. She was
a little annoyed because he didn't mention if he was
wearing the thicker vests as the weather was getting
chilly, and begged me to ask him to be explicit in
my next, but I did not, because it might have shamed
him in the eyes of his countesses if he left the letter
about, as of course he would. George respects the
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sanctity of private communication so much, that
he never tore up a letter in his life ; the housemaid
collects them when she is doing his room, and brings
them to Mother, who hasn't time to read them, any
more than the housemaid has.
The third week in August George wrote to me,
and told me to engage him rooms in Fylingdales
Crescent on the East Cliff. You might have knocked
me down with a feather !
Mother was hurt at George's having written to
me, not her, on such a pure matter of business, until
I explained that he merely did it to please the child !
One doesn't mind making oneself out a baby to
avoid hurting a mother's feelings. I don't know if
Mother quite accepted this explanation, but she
said no more about it, and told Mr. Aix the good
news. He is in lodgings here, to be near us — Aunt
Gerty thinks it is to be near her, and he lets her think
anything she likes. He looks forward to George's
coming with great interest, and says he will look
like some rare exotic on the beach, such as a hum-
ming-bird or a gazelle. Aunt Gerty at once got
hold of the visitors' list.
" Let's see which of his little lot is coming to
Whitby ? " she said, and hunted carefully through
three columns till she found that Adelaide Countess
of Fylingdales, Mr. Sidney Robinson, nurse baby
and suite, were at the Fylingdales Hotel, on the
East Cliff. Lord Fylingdales, her eldest son, is the
widower of a Gaiety girl who actually died after she
had been a Countess a year, poor dear ! Aunt Gerty
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knew her. He is Lord of the Manor here, and his
portrait is all over the place.
" Old Adelaide's a shocking frump, Lucy ; you
needn't distress yourself about her ! " said Aunt
Gerty consolingly to Mother.
" I am not distressing myself about her, Gertrude,"
replied my Mother, and she didn't look at all dis-
tressed in her neat short blue serge seaside dress,
and shady hat. She looked ten.
" I know her son," Aunt Gerty went on. "A
fish without a backbone. I very nearly had the
privilege of leading him astray myself. It is Irene
Lauderdale now, I hear."
" I wish you'd stow your theatrical recollections,
Gerty," said Mother. " Come, Tempe, get your
things on, we will go and take rooms for your father
and my husband."
" Brava ! " said Mr. Aix. " Capital accent there."
" Oh, you go along ! " said Mother, and we went
off at once and engaged George's rooms. We got
very nice large ones, with dark green outside
shutters to the windows, and took a great deal of
trouble to explain George's little ways to them,
for their sake as well as his. Ben will valet him.
Mother told the people that he is bringing his man,
who will, however, sleep out. George never gets
up till twelve, French fashion.
Poor Ben, he may as well make himself useful,
for he certainly isn't ornamental just now. He
can't speak, he can only croak, and though he isn't
very big, he seems to have the power of burrowing
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inside himself and bringing up a great voice like a
steam-roller. He is not a manly man, yet, but he
certainly is a boily boy. He has got some spots on
his face that he thinks much bigger than they really
are, and he keeps them and himself out of sight as
much as possible. He says just now he doesn't care
at all what he does, he doesn't even mind playing
servant for a bit, if George would like it. Mother
tells him he is a good boy and the comfort of her life,
and that if she can manage it, she will get him sent
to college after this, only he had better please the
mammon of unrighteousness all he can. So he
means to be a good valet to the Mammon.
The Fylingdales Hotel is in the best part of the
town, on the East Cliff, and they dine late there
every evening, and don't pull the blinds down, and
the townspeople walk backwards and forwards, and
watch the people dining at seven-thirty, dressed in
their nudity. I think evening dress looks quite
wrong at the seaside. Aunt Gerty and Mother put
on a different blouse every evening, and look nice
and cosy and comfortable, though George does say
sarcastic things about the tyranny of the blouse,
and the way Aunt Gerty will call it Blowse. I wash
my face, that is all the dressing / do. Ben puts on
an old smoker of George's, and flattens out his hair
to support the character of being the only gentleman
of the party, unless Mr. Aix is there to supper, and
the less said about Mr. Aix's clothes the better.
Ben makes boats all day, when he isn't in one, and
Ariadne makes poetry. Her one idea, having come
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to the sea for her health, is to avoid it, and seek the
rather scrubby sort of woods which is all you can
expect at the seaside. So every afternoon nearly
we take a donkey to Ruswarp or to Cock Mill, and
" ride and tie." We used to pick out a very smart
donkey, but a very naughty one. He was called
Bishop Beck, perhaps for that reason, and he went
slow, — that was to be expected, but when he stopped
quite still and wouldn't move for an hour or more
in the middle of Cock Mill Wood, long, long after
one had stopped beating him (for he looked at us
and made us feel ridiculous), Ariadne said she
would rather do without adventitious aid of this
kind, for it interfered with her afflatus.
She walks up and down in the wood paths, finding
rhymes, which seems the hardest part of poetry.
" Dreams — streams — gleams — " she goes on.
" Breams ? " I suggest.
" Not a poetical image ! "
" It isn't an image, it is a fish."
" It won't do. Am I writing this poem or are
you ? "
I don't argue. It doesn't really matter much how
Ariadne's poems turn out. Being Papa's daughter
she is sure to find a hearty reception for her initial
volume of verse.
We used to stay out till what Ariadne called
Dryad time. She thought she saw white figures
hiding behind the trees in the dusk. Little pellets
made of nuts and acorns and dead leaves, and so on,
used to fall on us out of the thickets, and Ariadne
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said it was the Dryads pelting us. She thinks trees
are alive, and that one of the reasons you hear
ghosts in all old houses, is the wood creaking be-
cause in the night it remembers it was once a tree.
I prefer to believe in ordinary solid ghosts instead
of rational explanations like that. But still Ariadne's
funny ideas make a walk quite interesting. Of
course we never talk of such things at home, among
materialists and realists like Aunt Gerty and Mother
and George. George makes plenty of use of birds
in his books, but he once came home from a visit
to St. John's College at Cambridge, and told us that
he had been kept awake all night by a beastly
nightingale under his window. Now I have never
heard this much-vaunted bird, but I am sure, from
Matthew Arnold's poem where he calls it Eugenia,
it must be a heavenly sound, quite worth while
being kept awake by.
Ariadne and I stay out very late till it is getting
dark, hoping to hear it, in Cock Mill Wood, and
then we go home and race through supper, and then
go out again, on the quays and piers this time.
We don't know or care what George and his friends
are doing, up above us, in the smart hotel on the
cliff. What I should just love would be for some
of them and George to come down for a walk in the
dark and perhaps meet us, and for George to say,
" Who are those little wandering vagabonds flitting
about like bats ? Why doesn't their father or
mother keep them at home in the evenings ? " It
would be so nice, and Arabian Nightish !
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At very high tides, we stay out very late, and
take a shawl, and sit on a capstan and tuck it round
us, and listen for a certain noise we love. It is when
the water gets into a little corner in the heap of
stones by the Scotch Head, and gets sucked in
among them somehow, and then we hear a sort of
sob that is better than any ghost. Ariadne and I
put our heads under the shawl when we hear it,
but not quite, so as to prevent us hearing properly.
The harbour smells at low water, and the town
children yell and scream, and it isn't poetical then.
So Ariadne and I like to go away on the Scaur
and put our fingers in anemones' mouths, and pop
seaweed purses, and pretend we are lovers cut off
by the tide, as they are in novels. In the afternoons
when the harbour is full we sit on the mound above
the Khyber Pass, and watch the water filling up the
hole between the opposite cliff and the cliff ladder.
It is all quite quiet then. We don't hear any town
cries, for the children that make the noise are turned
out of their playground, and their mothers out of
their good drying-ground, and the boats begin to go
out of the harbour in a long, soft, slow procession —
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
I am sure Tennyson meant Whitby when he wrote
that.
One night we could not sleep because the woman
next door had had her " man " drowned, and cried
and moaned for hours. He was a fisherman, and
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we had seen his boat go out third in the row the day
before. He is supposed to have fallen overboard
in the night ? Next day, Mother went in and gave
her five shillings and she stopped crying.
Mr. Aix had a try to paint the view in front of
our windows. At least he said there was no such
thing in nature as a " view," and left out the Church
and the Abbey, because they " conventionalized "
things so. He belongs, he said, to the Impres-
sionist School, if any. He got quite excited about
his drawing, and at last went and borrowed a station
truck to sit on ; it raised him a little. One day a
chance lady sat down on one of the handles, and
over he went. It served him right for leaving out
the two best things in Whitby.
When George came, Ariadne and I used to take
turns to go and lunch with him at his breakfast,
where we had French cookery. There were leathery
omelets that bounced up like the stick in the boys'
game when you touched the end of them with a
spoon, and fillets that you wouldn't have conde-
scended to have for a pillow, but still, it was
French.
We were dressed nicely and took our clean gloves
in our hands, and George wasn't ashamed of us, and
introduced us to his friends. Lady Fylingdales'
Mr. Sidney Robinson said I was like George — that
I had his nose. I went to bed that night with a
clothes-peg out of the yard on it, to improve its
shape. But the old lady was half blind, and all
made of manner. I also saw the Lord Aunt Gerty
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might have led astray, and he hadn't a manner of
any sort, and his nose wanted to run away with his
chin.
George had no fault whatever to find with the
arrangements Mother had made for his comfort,
and he told her so, the first time he saw her, in
Baxter Gate, coming out of the Post Office. The
first place George flies to in a town is the Post Office,
to send telegrams. He corresponds entirely by
telegram with some people ; he says it is paying five-
pence more for the privilege of saying less. We had
been shopping. George spotted us, and Mother
thought he had rather not be recognized, but he
was good that day and he actually left Mr. Sidney
Robinson — a commoner, married to a countess, and
that exactly describes him, Aunt Gerty says — to
say a word to his own wife. It was market day,
and we had bought several things in the Hall across
the water. A pound of blackberries and a cream
cheese, and a chicken and a cabbage, each from a
different old woman with a covered basket. Mother
had a net and I a basket to put them in. I was glad
that George did not offer to " relieve " us of them,
like the young men Aunt Gerty picks up here ; but
he stopped and talked to us quite nicely for a long
time. He and Mother seemed to have a great deal
to say to each other, and the basket-handle began
to cut my arm in half. Also it was a very hot day.
George had on a white linen suit, and a straw hat
from Panama. He looked quite cool, and like
Lohengrin or the Baker's man. Mother didn't. She
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looked hot. I touched her elbow, not so much
because of my arm that ached, but because she
looked like that, nor did I think it looks well to
stand talking in the street to gentlemen, even if it
is your own husband.
" Well, George," she said, taking my hint at once,
" we must be going on. The butter is melting and
the chicken grilling and the cabbage wilting while
I stand here talking to you."
" Charming ! " said George, but he wasn't think-
ing of us, but of Mr. Robinson, who was champing a
few yards away. We said " Good-bye " without
shaking hands. George, I think, might have lifted
his hat. I have read of fine gentlemen who lifted
their hat to an apple-woman, let alone their wife
and child.
George and his friend walked off together. I
suppose the Robinson man was too well-bred to ask
George who his lady-friend was, as any of Aunt
Gerty's men would do, but he certainly stared a good
deal. Of course he knows who we are, everybody
in Whitby does, I should think, and they most likely
conclude that it is less unkindness than the eccen-
tricity of genius. If you haven't got that blasted
thing called genius, I suppose you can bear to live
in the same house with your wife !
We walked slowly home with our purchases.
Mother had a headache all dinner, and lay down in
the afternoon.
" I met your father, Ben," she said at supper.
" His boots want a little attention."
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"I don't believe," said Ben crossly, "that any one
ever had a more tiresome man to valet. He will
wear his clothes all wrong, and then is always
ragging and jawing at a fellow because they don't
look nice."
" Hush, Ben, he is your father."
" Hah, I was forgetting ! " said Ben, and gave
one of his great laughs, as if you were breaking up
coal, or something. Ben is now so changeable and
nervous that you never know where to have him.
He is growing up all wrong, but what can you
expect of a boy brought up by women ? He never
sees a boy of his own position, though I know that
in London he has some low companions he daren't
bring to the house. The Hitchings are his only
respectable friends, but they live such a long way
off now. Jessie Hitchings is devoted to Ben, but
she is only a girl like Ariadne and me. Mr. Hitch-
ings told mother, years ago, that the boy was
being ruined, and Mother cried and said she knew
it, but could do nothing, for his father was by way
of educating him at home till something could be
settled. Snaps of Latin, and snacks of Greek, that
is all George gives the poor boy when he has a
moment, and that is never.
This is the only grievance Mother has, although
Aunt Gerty is always trying to persuade her she
has several, and putting her back up. Mother ends
by getting cross with her.
" For goodness' sake, you Job's comforter, you,
leave off your eternal girding at George. Can't you
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see, that as long as a man has his career to establish —
his way to make "
" His blessed thoroughfare is made long ago, or
ought to be. That is what I can't get over "
" You aren't asked to get over it. It is not your
funeral, it is mine, so shut up. A man like George,
who is dependant on the public favour, needs to be
most absurdly particular, and careful what he does
lest he injure his prestige. Look at yourself ! You
know very well in your own profession how very
damaging it is for an actor to be married ; that if
an actress marries her manager, he has to pay dear
for it in the receipts. She had better not figure as
his wife in the bills, if she wants him to get on.
You can't eat your cake — I mean your title — and
have it. No, it's bound to be Miss Gertrude Jen-
nynge on the bills, even if it is Mrs. What-do-you-
call-it in the lodgings, with a ring on her finger,
and every right to call herself a married woman.
The public don't care for spliced idols. An artist
has to stand clear, and preserve his individuality,
such as it is ! "
" And run straight all the time. I'll give George
credit for that. But there, whatever's the good of
it to you ? A man can make a woman pretty fairly
miserable, even if he is stone-faithful to her. It's
then it seems all wrong somehow, and doesn't
give her a chance of paying him in his own
coin ! "
I think Aunt Gerty is the reason why George
fights so shy of his family. He hates her style,
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and yet he can hardly forbid Mother seeing as much
as she likes of her own sister. The trail of the stage
is over us all. Not that I see anything a bit wicked
about the stage myself ! I have never noticed any-
thing at all wrong, and actors and actresses are
the kindest people in the world ! But there is a
queer, worn, threadbare, rough, second-rate feeling
about them. Off the stage — and I have never seen
them on — they are tired and slouchy and easy-going.
Aunt Gerty is most good-tempered and will do any-
thing to help a pal, and takes things as they come ;
those are her good points. But she talks such a lot
about herself, and never opens a book that isn't a
novel, and wears cheap muslins and beaded slippers
in the street, and lots of chains that seem to be
always getting caught on men's buttons. She calls
men " fellows." She is always going to play Juliet
at one of the London houses. Meantime she puts
up with provincial companies. She makes the best
of it, and she tells us she is going to play Nerissa
in the Bacon Company, as if she had got engaged
for a parlourmaid in a good house, and discusses
Ariel as if Ariel were a tweeny or up-and-down
girl between the sky and the earth, and Puck a
smart clever Buttons. She speaks of her nice
legs as a workman might of his bag of tools.
She can sing and dance, when she isn't asked to act.
She has cut all her hair short to make it easier for
wigs. Her great extravagance is in wigs. She calls
them " sliding roofs " for convenience in talking
about them in trains and omnibuses. When she
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did wear her own hair she dyed it, so I like the wigs
better, as there's no deception.
If Mother was ever an actress, which I don't some-
how believe, though Jessie Hitchings said once that
she had heard people say so, it has all been knocked
out of her. She dresses very well, always in simpler
things than Aunt Gerty. She left off her waist
years ago, to please George, and now that it is the
fashion not to have one, she is in the right box — I
mean stays. Her hair is brown, and she mayn't
frizzle it, so it is soft and pretty like a baby's. She
generally wears black, over lovely white frilled
petticoats that she gets up herself to keep the bills
down. She has such little hands that she can pick
her gloves out of the five-and-a-half boxes at sales,
which are always much reduced. So few people
have small hands. She may not wear high heels,
and that is a grief to her, as she isn't very tall, but
hers are very pretty feet, and she can dance.
George doesn't know that she can dance. I do.
Once Mr. Aix asked her to dance for him when I
was in the room. Aunt Gerty played on the tin-
kettle piano. Mother danced a cake-walk, which
I thought very ugly, and then a queer step that a
friend had taught her when she was a child. In
one part of it she was dancing on her hands and her
feet at the same time. It was the queerest thing,
and she left her dress down for that and it lay in
swirls about the carpet. Mr. Aix said it was the
dance that Salome must have danced before Herod,
and he quite understood John the Baptist, and
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where did she get it ? But Mother wouldn't tell
him. She said it was a memory of her stormy
youth in the East End.
Mr. Aix said that she could make her fortune
doing it as a turn at a Society music hall, as it would
be something quite new and decadent. That is
just what Society wants — the slight, morbid flavour !
Then Mother put on her short skirt and did the
ordinary vulgar kind of dance they teach now, and
I liked it best. She was everywhere at once, smart
and spreading out in all directions, like spun glass
on a Christmas card. Her eyes danced too. Ben
said he couldn't have believed she was his mother !
Then Aunt Gerty performed, and she is profes-
sional. But it was not the same thing. Aunt
Gerty's legs are thick, and compared with Mother's
like forced asparagus to the little pretty, thin, field-
grown kind. Mother's dancing was emphatically
dramatic, Mr. Aix said.
I asked him if Mother could act, and he answered,
" My dear child, your mother can do anything she
has a mind to."
" Then why doesn't she have a mind ? " I at once
said, forgetting how it would upset our household
and George if she were to go on the stage. Mother
naturally remembers this, and stays domestic out
of virtue.
" I wish you would write a play for me, Mr. Aix,"
said Aunt Gerty, " and I would get a millionaire to
run it. I wonder, now, what one could do with
Mr. Bowser ? "
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She went off in a brown study, and Mr. Aix said
rudely, " I will write a play for Lucy sooner,"
looking at Mother, who was sitting fanning herself
with her pocket-handkerchief. " She has got the
stuff in her, I do believe. Gad ! What a chance !
What a lever ! What a facer— ! "
And he dropped off into a brown study too !
Mother went and mended Ben's blazer.
Mr. Aix isn't staying with us, we have no room
in our house ; he has a room over the coast-guard's
wife, but he comes in to us for his meals. I don't
believe George realizes this, or he would tell him
he is throwing himself away, and losing a good
chance of advertising his books. Mr. Aix's books
seem to go without advertising, more than
George's do — I suppose it is because they are so
improper.
At any rate, he prefers to throw in his lot with
us. One day we were all having a picnic-tea at
Cock Mill. The party consisted of Mother, me and
Ariadne, Aunt Gerty and Mr. Aix, and an actor
friend of hers and his wife, who was acting for a
week at the Saloon Theatre. Mr. Bowser, whom
Aunt Gerty wants either to marry or get a theatre
out of, was with us too. They call him the King
of Whitby, because he owns so many plots in it,
and is going to stand for it in the brewing interest
next election. We had secured the nicest table, the
one nearest the stream, and had just tucked our legs
neatly under it, when a carriage drove up. Aunt
Gerty and the King of Whitby were at that moment
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in the old woman's cottage who gives us the hot
water, toasting tea-cakes.
The Fylingdales' party got out of that carriage,
and George got slowly down off the box. They
trooped into the enclosure, and Mr. Sidney Robinson,
trying to be funny, asked the old woman if she
could see her way to giving them some tea.
" Here o' puppose, Sir ! " said she, as of course
she is. She pointed out the table that was left and
that led them past us.
If Aunt Gerty had been there with Mr. Bowser she
would certainly have claimed George as a relation
and said something awkward, but she was luckily
toasting tea-cakes, and had perhaps not even seen
them. I saw George just look at Mother, and I
saw her smile a very little, and make him a sign
that he was to go right past us, and not speak or
seem to know us before. Of course Mr. Aix never
spoils any one's game, not even George's. So he
went on talking hard to the actor's wife, though I
saw his lip curl. I, of course, never need be given
a cue twice, so I kicked Mother hard under the
table for sympathy, but preserved a calm superior.
Aunt Gerty and Mr. Bowser came out with plates
full of tea-cakes they had cooked, and I didn't
know if it was the fire or Mr. Bowser had made
Aunt Gerty 's cheeks so red — I hoped the latter for
her sake. They had no idea of what had happened
while they had been toasting and flirting, it ap-
peared from their manners, which were bad. Aunt
Gerty always puts an extra polish on hers when
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George is present, and even Mr. Bowser would have
added a frill or so to suit the aristocracy.
Our party was very gay. Actors all can make
you laugh if they can do nothing else, and our
shrieks of laughter must have made the other party
quite envious, for they were as quiet as a mouse
and as dull as the stream all overshadowed with
nut-bushes and alders that grew over it just there.
Suddenly George got up, and left them, and came
over to us, and Aunt Gerty swallowed her tea the
wrong way round, and had to have her shoulder
thumped.
George took no notice of her, but put his hand
on Mr. Aix's shoulder and said something to him
in a low voice.
" Not if I know it ! " Mr. Aix answered, quite
violently, adding, " Many thanks, old fellow, I am
happier where I am."
George looked awfully put out. Of course I knew
what he wanted. Those smart people up at the
other table had expressed a wish to see Mr. Aix.
He is a successful though painfully realistic novelist,
and George had told them he was actually sitting
at the next table, and had promised to bring him
over to them to be introduced. In his disappoint-
ment; he glared at us all, especially the actor, who
ddn't care a brass farthing for George's displeasure,
and went on eating tea-cake ad nauseam.
" Oh, all right ! " said George, to cover his
vexation, " if you prefer to bury yourself in a "
" Easy all ! " Mr. Aix said. " Leave everybody
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to enjoy themselves in their own way. And we are
depriving your delightful friends of "
George had turned and gone back to his delightful
friends long before Mr. Aix had finished his sentence,
and Aunt Gerty patted the poor man on the back
till he wriggled.
" Loyal fellow ! " she said several times. She had
got well on to it now, and she started a fit of giggles
that lasted all the rest of the time we were there.
It didn't matter much, for we were all quite drunk
on weak tea and laughter.
But we turned as silent as mice as the Fylingdales'
party, having had enough of their dull tea, streamed
past us, and got into their carriage, and rolled away.
George was not with them. I dare said he had got
over the hedge and gone round to meet the break
by the road, not wanting to walk past our party
again, and to avoid unpleasantness. I supposed he
had paid for the tea ; but no, this grand party forgot
to do that, so that in the end Mr. Aix paid for their
refreshment for the old woman's sake that she
should not suffer.
When they had gone, we felt relieved ; but it
sobered us somehow. Aunt Gerty and the gentle-
men smoked quietly, and we were so still that we
could hear the little beck bubbling over the loose
stones beside us. Then Aunt Gerty was persuaded
to recite something, and she did " Loraine, Loraine,
Loree ! " in a shy, modest voice. You see these
were all her real bosses, and she valued their ap-
proval, and the actor's wife is considered very
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stiff in the profession. She herself sang " The
banks of Allan Water " very sadly and solidly, and
Aunt Gerty cried. To cheer us all up again the
actor— rather a famous one, Mr. D — L , did one
of his humorous recitations out of his London
repertory for us, so that we nearly died with laugh-
ing, and Aunt Gerty dried her tears, and whispered
to me that trying to laugh like a lady was so pain-
ful that she longed to take a short cut out of her
stays.
CHAPTER XIII
LADY SCILLY came to Whitby and took a big
house in St. Hilda's Terrace.
" They can't be parted long, poor things ! " Aunt
Gerty said, and Mother hushed her. She brought
her great friend Miss Irene Lauderdale with her,
for a good blow, before she went to America.
Then all the shops came out with portraits of
Irene, in " smalls " as Dick Turpin, and Irene as
" The Pumpeydore," and Irene as Greek Slave,
and Irene in Venus. They had her on picture post-
cards too in all the principal stationers' windows.
I should have thought she would have been ashamed
to walk down the street, hung with her own likeness
like a row of looking-glasses that reflected her. But
these very languid — what Aunt Gerty calls " la-di-
dah " sort of people — can stand anything, so long
as it's public.
When she wasn't dressed up as Turpin or Pompa-
dour or Venus, she was just a tall, thin, and ragged-
looking woman. She had red lips that stuck out
a long, long way, and crinkly red hair, and large eyes
like two gig-lamps coming at you down the street.
She generally had a dog with her, and its lead kept
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getting twisted round the wheels of carts, and round
my father's legs as he walked along Skinner Street
beside her. He wouldn't have stood that from
any one but a popular favourite.
I was walking along behind them a few days after
she came, with Aunt Gerty. They stopped at True-
love's and looked at the picture-postcards. She
became very serious all at once.
" I must go in and procure Myself ! " she said
to George, sniggling. In they went, and Aunt Gerty
and I walked in after them. Mrs. Truelove's shop
and library are very dark. As for the morality of it,
we had as good a right to buy picture postcards as
they, and, as I had ascertained from other rencounters
of this kind, George knows very well how to ignore
his family when needful for his policy. I do not
resent it, for one never knows how a daughter's
presence may interfere with a father's plans and
arrangements, and I am sure I don't want to injure
his sales !
Irene turned over all the cards, including the
Venus set, and did not approve of them, especially
of the ones where she is turning away her face
altogether.
" The blighted idiot ! " she said, meaning I sup-
pose the photographer, " has completely missed my
beautiful Botticelli back ! The effect is decidedly
meretricious. I am a very good woman. Ah,
these are better ! "
She had got hold of some of herself in a spoon
bonnet and long jacket, and she sang out loud, while
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Aunt Gerty's open mouth betrayed her shock at her
audacity —
"Oh, I'm Contrition Eliza,
And she's Salvation Jane.
We once were wrong, we now are right,
We'll never go wrong again."
" I can't quite promise that, alas ! My friends
won't let me. I will send Salvation Jane to Lord
R y, a very dear old friend of mine. A dozen
dozen, please; isn't that a gross? Oh, what a naughty
word ! Will you pay, Mr. Vero-Taylor ? "
" Good business ! " said my Aunt. " Let me see ?
How much has she rooked him ? "
" Please don't ask me to do sums," said I. " Be-
sides, George has a perfect right to do as he pleases
with his own money ! "
George paid cheerfully, and then asked for some
cards with cats on them.
" Whatever do you want them for ? " asked Irene.
(He never lets me say whatever.)
" To send to my children."
" Ah, yes, your sweet children ! Where are
they ? " she asked.
" In the nursery," was George's answer, as if he
cared whether we were in the copper or the stock-
pot ! It saved him from having to say Whitby,
however.
" And now," she said, " do me a great kindness.
Buy me your last great book."
" There ought to be some of my work here," George
replied gravely, and made a move in our direction,
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where Mrs. Truelove was. Mrs. Truelove sings in
the choir at the Church upon the Hill, and so loud
she would bring the roof off nearly, but in her own
shop she is as mild as a lamb. George asked her for
Dewlaps (of which the heroine is a Tuscan cow), and
The Pretty Lady, of which Lady Scilly is the heroine,
and The Light that was on Land and Sea, and Simple
Simon, of which the hero really was a pieman, only
an Italian one. Poor Mrs. Truelove looked blank.
" I am afraid, Sir, we do not stock them, but I can
order "
George interrupted her. " Such is Fame ! I have
no doubt, Belle Irene, that if you were to ask for any
one of Aix's books — The Dustman, or The Laundress,
or Slackbaked I you would be offered a plethora of
them."
Irene took her cue. " But," she drawled, " it
is extraordinary ! Impossible! Inconceivable! Books
like yours, that rejoice the thirsty soul, that re-
frigerate the arid body, that bring God's great gift
of sunshine down into our too gloomy grey homes !
I always say this, dear, dear Mr. Vero-Taylor, that
you, of all men, have caught the secret of imprisoning
the jolly sunbeams. Every page of yours is instinct
with light "
It sounded like an advertisement of some new kind
of soap. Aunt Gerty didn't like it at all, and in a
rage with George she put out her hand suddenly
and spilt a vase of flowers in water.
" Brute ! " she said, and the assistant who mopped
up the water kept saying, " Not at all ! " not thinking
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Aunt Gerty meant the gentleman who had just left
the shop in haste, but as apologizing for her own
stupidity in upsetting the water.
" Who was that lady ? " I asked Aunt Gerty as
we went home, though I knew well enough.
" Izzie Lawder, a lady ! I remember her — well,
perhaps I hadn't better say what I remember her !
She and I — she had got on a bit ahead of me even
then — played together at the * Lane ' in ' Devil
Darling ! ' ten years ago. She has got on since.
Everybody to give her a leg up ! You know the
sort — dyed hair and interest ! She soon left nice
honest me behind."
" Hadn't you the interest, Aunt Gerty ? " I knew
she had the other thing.
" Don't be impertinent, Miss. Let us get home
and tell Lucy. Won't she be electrified ! "
But Mother wasn't a bit electrified.
" All in the way of business, my dear girl ! " she
said to Aunt Gerty, who chattered about Irene all
the rest of that day. " Do subside about my
wrongs, if you don't mind. I dare say he wants
to get her to play lead in the drama he is writing
with Lady Scilly, and that is why he is so civil to
her."
" Another ill-bred amateur ! What will they make
of it ? " snorted Aunt Gerty.
" Irene Lauderdale is Lady Scilly's best friend."
" Best enemy, you mean. However, it is the
same thing. These unnatural friendships between
Society women and actresses sicken me ! Always
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in each other's pockets ! It is a bad advertisement
for them both, and there she was, plastering George
up with compliments about his books, that I don't
believe she has ever read a single one of. Sunshine
indeed ! He may well put sunshine into his novels ;
he has taken pretty good care to take it all out of
one poor woman's life ! "
" I am perfectly happy, Gertrude. I look happy,
I am sure."
" You sham it."
" That is the next best thing to being it."
" A wretched skim -milk substitute ! You are a
right good sort, Lucy, and have got a husband that
doesn't come within a hundred miles of appreciating
you."
" Yes, he does, and at my true value, I suspect.
I am good for what I do ; I know my place and I
fill it. I should only hamper George if I insisted
on sharing his life and knowing his friends. I am
too low for some of them, I admit ; but I am too high
for Irene Lauderdale. I wouldn't condescend to
have anything to do with her. I despise and scorn
her ! " said Mother quite loudly for her, and suddenly
too, as she began so mild.
I thought what a good actress she would have
made. I believe Aunt Gerty thought so too, for
she screamed out, " Bravo, Luce ! " Mother burst
into tears. I don't think it is nice for a daughter to
see a mother's tears, so I left the room and went into
the back room where Ben was messing at something
as boys will. I told him on no account whatever
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to go into the front room to Mother till half-an-hour
had elapsed. I thought that was enough law to give
her. Ben naturally asked why, and hit me over the
head, not hard — Ben is a gentleman and always
tempers the blow to the shy sister, but still I preferred
taking a whack to giving Mother away.
A few days after that Mother went up to Fy ling-
dales Crescent to see George on business, and found
him in bed with a bad cold. You see these Society
people, who are only getting their amusement cheap
out of George, don't understand the constitution of
their toy, and he doesn't like to let them see that
he is only a mortal author, and that it is death to
him to be without his hat for a minute or his coat
for half-an-hour. He has got a very sensitive
mucous membrane and catches cold in no time. I
sometimes think it is the opposite of Faith-healing
with him — George believes himself into his colds.
He says that the sensitive mucous is the invariable
concomitant of the artistic temperament, which he
has. Mr. Aix says he hasn't that, what he has is
the bilio-lymphatic one, and that makes George
very angry. However this may be, the tiniest bit
of swagger costs him a cold in the head, and that is
what he has now. He had already altered his will
and begun to talk of flying to the South to be extin-
guished there gently, when Mother came to him.
" My dear boy, no ! " Mother said, and George
groaned as he always does when she calls him boy,
but invalids can't be choosers of phrases. " You
aren't going to die just yet." She went on, kindly
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banging his pillows about — " I shall have to stay
here with you a little, though, I fancy, to look after
you. I shouldn't wonder if they didn't make
objections in the house. There will be a bit of a
fuss."
" Who will make a fuss, Mother ? " I asked, " and
why should they ? "
" Don't ask questions about what you don't under-
stand," Mother said sharply, though what else really
should I ask questions about ? " Run home and tell
your Aunt that I am going to get a room here for a
night or two, and that she is to send my things, just
what I'll want for a couple of nights."
" Night-gown and toothbrush," said I. As I
left George put out his hand to Mother and said
quite nicely —
" You are very good to me, dear. And can you
really stay and soothe the sick man's pillow ? "
Mother sat down and put the blanket in its proper
place, not grazing his cheek, and gave him a drink,
and read to him out of Anatole France. She kept
saying, " I know they'll think I am not respectable."
The thought seemed to amuse her very much, and
George too, and I left them, and went home and gave
Aunt Gerty her directions. Aunt Gerty chuckled
as Mother had said she would, and said —
" This will clear up George's ideas a little ! No-
thing like an ugly illness for letting a man know who
his true friends are ! Looks lovely, don't he ? Is
its blessed poet's nose a good deal swollen ? "
I said no, George looked very nice in bed, a mixture
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of the Pope and Napoleon combined. I left her and
went back to Mother with her things. George by
that time was arranged. He had a silk handkerchief
tied over his forehead. He said he did that to keep
his brain from being too active, like the British
workman girds his loins with a belt before he begins
to dig. He looked very happy and quite stupid.
I took our cat Robert the Devil up with me and put
him on George's chest to soothe him. It did, and
he played with my hair.
" I am an angel when I am ill," he said ; " don't
you find me so ? Strong natures like mine "
Mother then came in with a great bunch of roses,
— seaside roses always look coarse, I think — and a
Jot of cards.
" Lord and Lady Scilly and Lady Fylingdales and
Mr. Sidney Robinson and Lord John Daman have
called to inquire, and Miss Irene Lauderdale has
left these flowers for you, George. Look at them
and be done with it, for I don't mean to have them
left messing about in my sick-room, exhausting the
air. Tempe can take them home when you have
smelt them, though I don't suppose you can smell
anything just now."
She put them to his nose and he smelt. Irene's
card was on the top. It had a monogram in one
corner — a gold skull and crossbones. I never heard
of people having their monogram on their visiting-
card before, but one lives and learns.
" I don't, of course, expect you to admire The
Lauderdale as a woman," George said, " But what,
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as a dramatic authority, do you think of her as an
actress ? "
" I consider that dear old Ger could do quite as
well if she had one half her chances," Mother said
eagerly.
" No doubt, no doubt ! The cleverness lies in
laying hold of the chances ! Irene has a genius for
advertisement."
" Look after the ' ads,' " said my Mother, " and
the acts will take care of themselves."
" Good ! " said George, " I should like to have
said that myself."
" I dare say you will, George," said Mother quite
nicely, " when once I get you well again."
I do think Mother is rather fond of George : she
got him cured in less than a week, but she didn't
let him out once during that time, and had him all
to herself. It was great fun, seeing all his friends
wandering about Whitby bored to death because
Vero-Taylor was confined to the house. They used
to get hold of me and Ariadne, and ask us how long
they were going to be deprived of the pleasure of
his society ? They knew who we were by this time
and made pets of us, as much as we would let them.
I was too proud, but Ariadne's decision was compli-
cated by a hopeless attachment she had started.
" Love is enough ! " she used to say, " and I must
go to Saltergate with the Scillys, for Simon is
going ! "
CHAPTER XIV
THE young man that Ariadne loves is a more than
friend of Lady Scilly, and I knew him first. He
was there that day I lunched for the first time.
On rice-pudding, I remember. Ariadne hardly
knew him till we came here, though they had both
taken part in Christina's wedding. He had just
noticed her then ; for once she was well turned out.
On the strength of that notice she asked him to call,
and he didn't ; he would call now if she asked him,
but we don't want him coming to the house on the
quay, for we couldn't insulate Aunt Gerty.
He stays with Lady Scilly in the house she has
taken in St. Hilda's Terrace. Irene Lauderdale is
there. He hates Irene, and contrives never to be
in her company more than he can help ! That's
one to us.
His own family lives up in the dales, Pickering
way. George stayed there once, when Lady Her-
myre was alive, and builds a sort of little recitation
on what he observed in his friend's house. What-
ever isn't ormolu is buhl. There are six Portland
vases along the cornice of the house containing the
ashes of the family. Portraits of stiff horses and
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squat owners all the way up-stairs. Everything,
including the butler, excessively collet montt, except-
ing the portraits of the ladies of the family, frowning
ascetically over their own bodices decollete a entrance.
Sir Frederick is one of the most prominent racing
men of Yorkshire, and the stables are model, but the
house isn't. Prayers, bed at ten, no bridge, and
early breakfast, and prayers again. I don't think
George will ever be asked again, but I don't wonder
Lady Scilly was able to get hold of Simon. She
doesn't frown over her decollete bodices, and she is
amusing in her silly way. Simon hangs round like
one of those young fox-hound puppies " at walk "
that one sees in the villages, and Lord Scilly looks
after his future and got him into the Foreign Office.
I believe, though, Lord Scilly twigs about Ariadne
caring for him, that Lady Scilly doesn't, or else
she would not let him out so freely. She would be
like most teachers and insist on her pupil's finishing
his term. A wise woman would not have brought
Irene Lauderdale down here, to preoccupy her. It
will take her all her time to keep Simon away from
Ariadne, if once I give my mind to it. I do. Ariadne
and Simon don't make appointments, but they keep
them. I am generally there, but I don't count.
There is the Geological Museum on the Quay, which
is never used for anything but casual appointments,
and the old Library, where they have all the three-
volume people, Mrs. Gaskell and Miss Jewsbury
and Mrs. Oliphant. Ariadne and I read three a day
regularly. We sometimes meet Simon on the quay,
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when we are carrying a whole hodful, and Ariadne
won't let him carry them for her, she doesn't like
him to know that she is reading all about Love.
Simon doesn't really want to find out. He never
wants very much anything. He never fights any
point. That is what I like about him, and hate
about Bohemians. They never glide or slip over
things, they always scrape and drag and insist.
But people who have got their roots in the country,
as Simon has, are simple and not fussy and have no
fads. I wonder what Simon thinks of George ? It
is the last thing he would tell me or Ariadne. He
likes Mr. Aix, rather, but he would not, perhaps,
if he had read any of his novels ? Mr. Aix makes
him laugh, and I like to hear his nice little curly
laugh. If only Simon's eyes were bigger, he really
would be very handsome. Ariadne's, however, are
big enough for two.
This is the first time she has ever been in love,
she says, and it hurts — women. It doesn't hurt a
man who loves in vain, only clears up his ideas a
little, and shows him the kind of girl he really does
want when the first choice refuses him. A refusal
from first choice only sends him straight off with his
heart in his mouth to second choice, who is waiting
for the chance of him. I am sure that is the way
most marriages are made — hearts on the rebound.
The first girl is a true benefactor to her species, and
gets her fun and her practice into the bargain.
Ariadne has now reduced this to a system, from
novels. In refusing, you must remember to hope
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after you have said that it can never be, that you
will at least always be friends. With regard to
accepting, she thinks and I think, that the nicest
way is to hide your burning face on the lapel of his
coat and say nothing, and then when you come up
again the rough stuff of his coat has made you
blush, a thing neither Ariadne nor I have ever been
able to manage for ourselves.
Novels tell you all sorts of things, for instance,
when and what to resent, otherwise you might say
thank you ! for what is really an affront. Out on
the Cliff Walk the other day, it came on to rain, and
a man offered to lend Ariadne his umbrella, and see
her to her own door. A harmless, nay useful pro-
posal. But my sister knew — from novels — that
that sort of thing leads to all sorts of wickedness,
and that she must unconditionally, absolutely refuse.
She was broken-hearted at having to sacrifice her
best hat, but bravely bowed and refused his offer,
and went off in the rain, feeling his disappointed
eyes right through the back of her head, and hearing
the plop-plop of the rain-drops on the crown of her
hat all the way home. But she had behaved well.
That was her consolation.
Aunt Gerty took that man on afterwards — she
met him turning out of the reading-room at the
saloon, and he offered the very same umbrella !
Aunt Gerty accepted it, and hopes to accept the
owner too some day, for it was Mr. Bowser.
Ariadne goes the wrong way to work. Her one
idea when she gets on at all with any man — and
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she does get on with Simon, that is certain — is to
collar him, to curtail his liberty, and give him as
many opportunities of being alone with her as she
can. She says it is an universal feminine instinct.
Very well, if she chooses to be guided by this wretched
feminine instinct, she will muff the whole thing.
She should let the idea of being alone with her come
from him, lead him on to propose it, and manage
it himself, and then — squash it !
Men are very easily put off or frightened ; a race-
horse isn't in it with them. To feel at ease, they
must be made to think that it is all quite casual,
that nobody has arranged anything, and that as
for themselves, though there is no harm in them,
no one particularly wants them. If they can get
it into their heads that they won't be conspicuous
by their absence, they buck up immediately, and
want to be in your pocket. When one is at a theatre,
one is quite comforted by the sight of Extra Exit
stuck up here and there, although I dare say if you
came to thump at those doors in despair you would
find it no go !
So when Ariadne makes a face at me to leave her,
I don't see it. I sit tight, wherever we are, knowing
that young men adore vbeing chaperoned. And
at parties, if you notice, the one woman they never
throw a word to is the woman they adore, and mean
to secure. They want to marry her, not talk to her.
The casual Society girl will do for that. Ariadne
sometimes comes back from a party quite dis-
consolate, because so-and-so hasn't said a word
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more than was strictly necessary for politeness to
her.
" Excelsior ! " I said. " I do reaUy believe he
is thinking of it."
Simon always seems to have plenty of pocket-
money, and gives to beggars in the street. Yet
his eyes are little, and Cook always said that that
goes with meanness. Anyway they are very bright,
like an animal that you come on suddenly in a clump
of green in a wood, perhaps I mean a hare ? He
always sees jokes first, and looks up and laughs. He
is very keen on hunting, and singing, but his
father snubs him, and says he doesn't ride as straight
as Almeria, and has no more voice than an old cock-
sparrow. He would see better to ride if he wasn't
short-sighted, anyway. I don't believe he ever
reads, except Mr. Sponge's Tour and Mr. Jorrocks'
something or other, and books in the Badminton
Library. He knows a little history, about St. Hilda
and the Abbey, and I shouldn't be surprised to hear
that he thought she was some sort of ancestress of
his, and that Caedmon was a stable-boy about his
Aunt Fylingdales' estate.
I feel quite like a mother to him, and Ariadne
loves him passionately, and is leaving off eating for
his sake. Not on purpose exactly, but because she
is so worried about him. He is awfully nice to her,
but he never gets any nicer. He is nice to anybody;
it is only because Ariadne is the only girl in the set
here about his own age, that it seems as if it would
be neat and right that he should fall in love with her.
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I am not quite sure that Simon can fall in love, it
is the dull men who do that best, not the universal
favourites. But if Simon has any love latent, I
am anxious to get it all for Ariadne.
She hates herrings now/and doesn't care for cream.
She lives principally on jam- tarts and cheese-cakes.
It is the proper thing to go about eleven in the morn-
ing to that shop on the quay and eat tarts and cheese-
cakes standing, and watch people pass, and the
bridge opening and shutting to let tall funnels go
through. Ariadne sometimes has to wade through
half-a-dozen tarts before Simon and Lady Scilly
and the dogs and the rest of them come round the
corner of Flowergate, and surely it is a pity to spoil
your complexion for the sake of any young man in
the world ? No digestion could stand the way
Ariadne treats hers for long. She plays it very low
down on her constitution generally. She won't
go to bed till awfully late, but sits by the window
telling her sorrow to the sea and the stars, and writing
poems to the harbour-bar, that never moans that
I know of. Luckily, as yet, it doesn't show in her
face that she has been burning the midnight oil,
or candles. She burns three short fours a night
sometimes that she buys herself. She has made
three pounds altogether by writing poems that Mr.
Aix puts in an American paper for her. She doesn't
let Simon know that she publishes, for it would
discredit her in his eyes. He says there's no harm
in girls scribbling if they like, but he is jolly well
glad his sister doesn't.
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Simon is proud of his sister Almeria, and thinks
her a " splendid girl." She lives at their place with
her widowed father, eight miles inland, and only
comes to Whitby when rough weather and wrecks
are expected. Then every one walks up and down
the pier, and hopes that a hapless barque will come
drifting to their very feet. I don't mean we actually
want there to be a wreck, but if it has to be, it may
as well be where one can see it. For Ariadne has
a tender heart, and when Aunt Gerty put the loaf
upside down on the trencher the other day, Ariadne
at once kindly put it on its right end again, for a
loaf upside down always betokens a wreck, and she
knows all the superstitions there are.
The two piers here are so awkwardly placed that
in rough weather the poor boats can't always clear
them. So it is a regular party on the pier when the
South Cone is hoisted at the coastguard-station.
Irene Lauderdale wears a little shawl over her head
like a factory girl. It can't blow away, she says.
She has been photographed like that, with Lord
Fylingdales. They say she is going to marry him,
and do what Aunt Gerty refused to do.
I don't know if they are a very united family, but
certainly his sisters chaperon him most carefully,
and have taken care to be great friends with Irene,
so as to have an excuse for being always with her.
Lord Fylingdales never gets a chance of seeing her
alone. Dear Emily (Lady Fenton) and dear Louisa
(Mrs. Hugh Gore) are devoted to dear Irene, and
she thinks it is because she is so nice, so good form,
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not because she is so nasty. They perfectly loathe
and detest her. I heard Lady Fen ton abusing her
to some one, talking in the same breath of Almeria
Hermyre as " one of us." The sisters would prefer
Lord Fylingdales to marry his cousin Almeria, of
course, but her get-up is simply appalling. She
wears plain skirts and pea-shooter caps, and no
fringe. George says she has the most uncom-
promising forehead he ever saw — a front candide with
a vengeance ! I should think she soaps it well every
morning, it looks like that.
Her father is about as queer as an old family can
make him. I wish some one would tell me why if
you came in with the Conqueror you are generally
queer, or without a chin ? Why do you always
marry your near relations ? Do you get queerer
as you go on ? No one ever answers these questions.
Sir Frederick Hermyre has acres of stubbly chin,
true, but he takes it out in queerness. He always
wears white duck trousers, like the pictures of
Wellington, whom he is rather like. He says " what
is the good of being a gentleman if you can't wear
a shabby coat ? " and does wear it. His house at
Highsam is a show house, only they don't show it.
They are too careless, and too untidy, and too mean
in the shape of housekeepers. One day some Whitby
tourists went over to Saltergate in a break, and
strolled up his drive to look at the Jacobean Front,
and met Sir Frederick, as shabby as usual ; he had
been working in a stone quarry he has there, I
believe.
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" Did you wish to see me ? " he asked the front
tourist politely.
" Thanks, old cock, any extra charge ? " said
the tourist. It was of course all the fault of those
old trousers and linen coat, and I have heard that
Sir Frederick was not so very angry, and stood the
man a glass of beer. He is a Liberal in spite of
owning land. Simon is a Conservative. Eldest sons
are always different politics to their fathers. We
never see the old man hardly except on these stormy
pier parties, and then he stalks up and down the pier
with his daughter among us all, and though he isn't
exactly rude to anybody, he never seems to hear or
care to hear what anybody is saying. Blood tells.
Lady Scilly has given him up in disgust long ago ;
he simply answered her straight as long as he could,
and when he didn't understand her, he just shook
his head and grinned and turned away.
Simon stood by, looking rather like a little
whipped dog. He is awfully afraid of his father,
who isn't proud of him, but of Almeria, who he
says has got all the brains of the family, and ought
to have been the boy.
Simon tried introducing Ariadne to Almeria, but
Ariadne's fringe proved an insuperable barrier. As
for Ariadne, Almeria' s naked forehead made her feel
quite shy, she said, such a double-bedded kind of
forehead as that needed covering. I said, all the
same, she was an idiot not to make friends with
Simon's sister, for he had obviously a great respect
for the girl's opinion. She might have plenty of
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sense in spite of her bald forehead and dumpers of
boots! But it was no use, they stood glaring at
each other like two Highland cattle, while Simon
was trying to invent a mutual bond between
them.
" My sister writes a little," he said.
" Only for nothing in the Parish Magazine," said
Almeria, witheringly.
— " And goes about," he went on, " with a
hammer collecting "
" Bedlamites and Amorites," said I, to make
them laugh.
They didn't laugh, and Simon continued —
" And pebbling and mossing and growing sea
anemones in basins."
Then I got excited, and as Ariadne stood mum,
I supported the conversation.
" And isn't it funny to feel them claw your finger
if you put it in their mouth — well, they are all mouth,
aren't they ? "
" And stomach ! " said Almeria, turning away
politely.
Ariadne had hardly said a word, but had left the
conversation to me. But any one could see that
these two never could get on. Ariadne looked as
she stood on the pier, plucking at bits of hair that
would get loose, just like a pale butterfly caught in
the rain, while Almeria stood as fast as a capstan
and as stumpy. And the abominable thing was,
that Almeria was not in the least rude. She was
always civil, perfectly civil — but civility is the
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greatest preserver of distances there is if people
only knew.
Simon gave her up as far as Ariadne was con-
cerned. He stuck to Ariadne, but did not neglect
other girls or any one else for her sake, and so com-
promise her. He has got a lot of tact. Ariadne
hasn't any, but she is gentle and easily led, and
Simon is the kind of boy who is going to grow
masterful, and likes a girl who gives him the chance
of standing up for her and managing for her. Per-
haps he is a little bit sorry for her. Not because
she is so dreadfully in love with him ; he isn't
conceited enough to see that, or Ariadne would have
shown him long ago. He is sorry for her because
she gives herself away so in so many ways, looking
pretty all the time. That is important, for it is no
good looking pathetic, unless you look pretty as
well. He chaffs her about her fluffy hats that go
all limp in the salt sea-spray, and her pretty thin
shoes that let the water in, and her hair that never
will stay where she wants it. She has got into the
way of continually arranging herself, patting a bow
here, pulling her sleeves down over her wrist, and
arranging her hair. " Always at work ! " he says
suddenly, and Ariadne's guilty hands go down like
clockwork. It isn't rude, the way he says it. He
looks at her kindly, not cheekily. It is that kind
sort of fatherly look that I like, and that makes me
think he is fond of Ariadne.
She is different from Lady Scilly, whom he is
beginning slightly to detest. Sometimes he looks
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quite glum when she is ordering him about, but he
obeys. What do married women do to men to make
them their slaves as they do, and yet one can see
by their eyes that they don't want to ? And why
are the women themselves the last to see that the
servant wants to give notice and would willingly
forfeit a month's wages to be allowed to leave at
once ? Lady Scilly is just like a mistress who avoids
going down into her own kitchen to order dinner,
at a time when relations are strained, lest the cook
takes the chance of giving her warning. Lady Scilly
is the least bit afraid of Simon's cooling off, and
just now prefers to give him his orders from a
distance.
She calls Lord Scilly "Silly-Billy," and "my
harmless, necessary husband." He is not dangerous,
and he certainly is useful, for she really could not
go about alone wearing the hats she does. She has
one made of a whole parrot, and a coat made of
leopard skins. I like Lord Scilly. He is rather fat,
and knows it. He has a hoarse sort of voice, and
yet I don't think he drinks much. Perhaps it is
the open-air life that he leads among horses and
dogs and grooms ; at Summer Meetings and Don-
caster, and so on. He is well known as a fearless
rider, and risks his neck with the greatest pleasure.
If I were Lady Scilly, I should much prefer him to
George, though not to Simon. His chest is broader
than George's, and he is taller than Simon, but then
she isn't married to either of those. Marriage is like
the rennet you put into the junket — it turns it !
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He seems quite used to the kind of wife he has got.
He isn't at all anxious to change her. He hardly
ever talks about her — even to me. That is manners.
Even George has got that sort of manners, so that
half these smart people don't realize that my father
has got a wife, or ever had one ! They might, if
they liked, and after all, if Mother doesn't choose
to know his friends, he cannot force her ! She won't
go out with him, though she makes no difficulties
about our going. She likes us to go, as it opens our
eyes and gives us chances. Her business is to see
that we are clean and have nice hair not to disgrace
him, and we don't, or he would soon chuck us.
Lord Scilly always insists on our being asked to
the picnics and parties they give. He likes us. He
takes more notice of us than she does. I think he
is a very lonely man, and quite glad of a little notice
and attention even from a child. He is very ob-
servant too, I don't believe much goes past his eye.
He thinks of everything from the racing point of
view. Once when Lady Scilly and Ariadne were
both standing on either side of Simon, receiving
about an equal share of his attention, or so it seemed,
Lord Scilly suddenly chuckled and said —
" I back the little 'un ! "
He always talks of and to Ariadne as if she were
very young indeed, and it is the surest way to rile
her. She never forgave Mrs. Ptomaine a notice of
hers on the dresses at some Private View or other,
when she alluded to Ariadne's frock as worn by
" a very young girl." Lord Scilly thinks a girl
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ought to be able to stand chaff, and is always testing
her.
Ariadne had a birthday while we were at Whitby,
and it fell on the day fixed for a picnic to Robin
Hood's Bay. Simon sent her a present by the first
post in the morning, a fan that he had written all
the way to London for, in payment of some bet or
other he had invented — I suppose he did not think
it right to give an unmarried girl a present without
some excuse like that ? — and of course Mother and
Aunt Gerty and I gave her something, and even
George forked out a sovereign. That was all she
expected, and not even that.
However, all the way driving to the picnic, Lord
Scilly kept telling her that he was going to give her
something as well ; I was sure he was only teasing
her, for there are no shops worth mentioning in
Robin Hood's Bay, so I advised her to brace herself
for a disappointment.
The moment he got to Robin Hood's Bay, he was
off by himself, and away quite ten minutes, coming
back with a showy paper parcel. At lunch he gave
it her with a great deal of ceremony, so that every-
body was looking. It was worse than I even had
thought, a hideous china mug with " A Present for a
Good Girl " on it in gilt letters. Ariadne has it now,
only the servants have washed off the gilt lettering,
using soda as they will. The baby was christened
in it. But I am anticipating.
I had my eye on her as she untied the parcel,
hoping and wondering if she would stay a lady in
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her great disappointment ? She did. She thanked
him quite formally and prettily for his charming
present, though I saw her lip tremble a very little.
I was awfully pleased with her, and so was Simon
Hermyre, for I saw he particularly noticed her be-
haviour. As for the Scillys, their nasty little joke
fell rather flat in consequence of Ariadne's discretion.
It was a most fearfully hot day. We all sat on
the cliff in tiers, and talked about the delightful
golden weather which was so oppressive and beastly
that there was nothing to do but lie about and smoke.
So they did. The men mopped their foreheads
when they thought no one was looking, and the
women used papier poudree slyly in their handker-
chiefs. Only Ariadne had none to use, and kept
cool by sheer force of will. I was all right, being
only a child.
Ariadne was sitting a little apart, with me, and
she was writing a Poem to the sea, and she told me
in a whisper as far as she had got —
"The patient world about their feet
Lay still, and weltered in the heat.''
" What else could it do but lie still ? " I said,
and suddenly just then Simon got up —
" I say ! I'm going to take the kids for a sail !
Bring your new mug, Missy, and take your tiny
sister by the hand, so that she doesn't fall and break
her nose on the cliff steps."
After the mug incident I don't see how anybody
could have objected, or tried to prevent Ariadne
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from taking the advantages of being treated as a
baby, and I expect that was what Simon thought.
Anyhow, Ariadne got up, and went with Simon
and me as bold as any lion. It is a well-known
fact that Lady Scilly can't stand the sea in small
quantities like what you get in a boat, though of
course she goes yachting cheerfully. None of the
others were enough interested in Simon to care to
move, and take any exercise in this heat. George
gave her an approving little nod as she passed him.
We had a lovely sail of a whole hour's duration.
We had an old boatman wearing his whiskers stiffened
with tallow, who told us he had been a smuggler,
and treated Ariadne and Simon as if they were an
engaged couple, out for a spree, with me thrown in
for a make-weight. It came on to blow a little,
and got much cooler. Ariadne lost her hat, and had
to borrow a red silk handkerchief of Simon's and
tie a knot in it at all four corners and wear it so.
She looked most proud and happy, as if she had on
a crown, not a hat.
When Lady Scilly saw the latest thing in hats,
she cried out, " Oh, my poor Ariadne ! " and helped
her to hide herself more or less in the waggonette
going home. I didn't know before how becoming
the cap was !
CHAPTER XV
WHEN George came, he took out a family sub-
scription to the weekly balls at the Saloon, and we
go, Ariadne and I. Mother will not and Aunt
Gerty may not. Mother expressly stipulates that
she shall refrain from doing as she wishes in this one
particular, and as Aunt Gerty is mother's guest, she
has to please her hostess. She grumbles a good
deal at George's bearishness to her, in depriving her
of any source of amusement in this dull place, but
as a matter of fact she is very much taken up with
Mr. Bowser. He was Ariadne's umbrella man. The
Umbrella dodge came off with Aunt Gerty, and this
unpoetical two became fast friends on the cliff-walk
one rainy day. Mr. Bowser is a rich brewer, and
very much mixed up with the politics of this place.
He owns three blocks of lodging-houses on the
Front. Of course Simon Hermyre's peoplewon't have
anything to do with him. It would be awkward
if Ariadne married Simon and Bowser had previ-
ously married Ariadne's legal aunt. If Aunt Gerty
does marry Mr. Bowser, then I do think George
would be justified in cutting himself off from us all.
To be the brother-in-law of Mr. Bowser would be
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the ruin of him. Well, chay Sarah, Sarah ! as
George says sometimes. At any rate we have no
right to interfere with Aunt Gerty trying to do the
best she can for herself. She is awfully kind to us
and very loyal, Mother says, and she never gets a
good word from George to make her anxious to
please him. Mother gives her plenty of rope in the
Bowser business, on condition she doesn't try to
squeeze herself into the Saloon dancing set where
George's friends go.
The dancing at the Saloon is very poor. The
balls are only an excuse for going out on the Parade
and watching the sea with a man. I like to watch
it best myself, without a man. I like to see the
whole dark sheet of water far away, and the thin
white line near by that is all there is to tell one
where the little waves are lying flattened out on the
shore. The tide slips in so softly, minding its own
business through the long evening while the idiots
above galumph about and dance polkas in the great
hall inside, with flags from the Crimea on the walls
that flap in the draught of the North wind, and
remind us constantly that we are hung over the sea.
There is a nice boy I like — he is twelve, quite
young, and doesn't need conversing with. I simply
take him about with me to prevent people meeting
me and saying, the way they do, " What, child, all
alo-one by yourself ? " which is so irritating.
He never interferes, he trusts me, he likes me.
He is the son of Sir Edward Fynes of Barsom, and
they keep horses. I might say they eat horses and
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drink horses and sleep on horses there. Ernie
wants me to like him, so he brought me a list of
his father's yearlings, with their names and weights
and what they fetched at the sale written out in
his own hand. It interested him, so he thought it
would interest me. It must have taken him hours
to do, and when he put it into my hand, and ran
away, what amusement do you think I could get
out of this sort of thing ?
Witch, ch. f. (H.B.), 2 yrs., Mr. Brooks, 21 guins.
Milkmaid (h.h.), 3 yrs., ,, Wingate, 30 guins.
Sappho (H.B. +ch. f.), Foal, 6 yrs., Lord Manham, 35 guins.
And so on for a page of foolscap. Rather an odd
sort of love-letter, but I saw he meant it, and didn't
tease him.
Ernie and I moon about all the evening and
watch the others. It is not etiquette to interfere
with a lady who has her own cavalier, and that is
why I annex Ernie, as Lady Scilly does Simon. We
don't dance. I don't care to begin the dance
racket till I am out and forced, not I, nor do I sup-
pose the grown-ups want a couple of children getting
into their legs and throwing them down. No, I
watch them, and Ernie watches me.
Simon Hermyre and Lady Scilly dance half the
time together. I suppose it is de rigueur. And when
they are not dancing they are talking of money. I
have heard them. I don't mind listening, for, of
course, money isn't private. And I think it re-
volting to talk business on moonlight nights by the
sea. They argue about bulls and bears and berthas,
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which puzzled me at first, till Ernie told me they
did not mean either animals or women. Simon is
not at all interested in any of them. Ernie (who
is at Eton) says it is because he has nothing on,
and only talks about stocks to please her.
Simon does not talk about dirty money when he
is with my sister, he does not talk much about
anything, and yet they seem to be enjoying them-
selves. Perhaps Ariadne is a rest after Lady Scilly ?
One damp evening, Ariadne and he came out of
the big hall together, but before she sat down in
her white dress on one of the iron seats outside,
Simon carefully wiped it with his handkerchief,
though it hadn't been raining. Then, without
thinking apparently, he put it up to his own fore-
head.
" Phew ! I'm hot," he said. " It's a weary old
world ! Hope I die soon ! "
Simon talks broad Yorkshire, I notice. Lady
Scilly had been Simon's partner before Ariadne,
and I had passed with my boy — that's what the
grown-up women always call their special men ! —
just as Simon had taken out his nice gold-backed
pocket-book with his initials in diamonds that I
envy him so.
" Blow these wretched figures ! They won't
come ! " I heard him say.
" On they come fast enough, not single spies, but
in battalions," Lady Scilly had answered pettishly ;
" what I complain of is that they won't go ! See
if you can't pull me through, dear boy."
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I thought it indecent of her to make poor Simon
do her sums for her, on a heavenly night like this,
when the tide is fully in, and all you can see through
the white rails of the Esplanade is a soft creeping
heap of dark water, like a pailful of ink. Simon now
got up and looked down into it, and his forehead
became one mass of wrinkles, like a Humphrey's
iron building.
And Ariadne got up too, and looked into the water
with him, but she said nothing. I know her pretty
well, and that it was because she had nothing to say,
and as he evidently didn't want her to say it, it
didn't matter. She had put her hand on the railing,
and it looked very nice and white in the moonlight
somehow, quite like a novel heroine's, so she is
repaid for her trouble and expense in almond paste-
balls. Simon Hermyre looked at it, as I used to
stand and look at a peach or an apple on the wall
when I was little. He would have liked to pick it,
as I would the apple or peach, and hold it tight in
his own hand, I thought, but he didn't, but sighed
instead and said —
" I wish I had a mother ! " That wretched
Ernie boy began to giggle. I nearly smothered him,
for I wanted to hear what Ariadne would say.
" Do you ? " she said. " I have."
Did any one ever hear anything so stupid and
obvious ? Yet Simon seemed to like it, for the next
thing he said was —
" Why don't I know your mother ? I expect she
is gentle and sweet like you."
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I have no doubt Ariadne would have been im-
becile enough to answer Yes, not seeing the pitfall
there was hidden in the words, but at that very
moment George and Lady Scilly came out with a lot
of other people. They came drifting along to the
balustrade where we were, and Lady Scilly put her
hand on Simon's shoulder very lightly, and George
put his heavily on Ariadne's.
Simon whisked away his shoulder and wriggled
as much as he dared. Ariadne of course could not
move at all. She said afterwards she felt as if it
was her own marriage-service, and that George was
" giving this woman away " quite naturally. He
likes to see her with Simon and shows it, it is the
only times in his life that he is what they call
fatherly.
Lady Scilly gave Simon two taps. " I love this
thing, you know," she said to George. Then, going
a little way back — " Just look at them ! Isn't it
idyllic ? Romeo and Juliet spooning on a balcony
over the sea instead of over a garden, and with a
squawking gull instead of a nightingale to listen to.
And I — poor I — am Romeo's deserted Rosaline.
Did Rosaline take on Mercutio, I wonder, when she
had had enough of Romeo ? "
She glared up at George, and the moonlight caught
her face the wrong way and made her look old.
All the same, she would not have dared to say all
this if she hadn't felt sure of Simon, and it proved
that he hadn't been silly enough to make her think
it worth while to be jealous of Ariadne.
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" I always thought Mercutio by far the most in-
teresting character in the piece. Come, good Mer-
cutio ! Romeo, fare — I mean flirt well ! "
They turned away and left Simon grinding his
little pearly teeth.
" I consider all that in beastly taste ! " he said,
whacking the rail with Ariadne's fan. Of course it
broke, and Ariadne cried out like a baby when you
have smashed its favourite toy.
Simon was thoroughly out of temper with all the
world, Ariadne included. Lady Scilly had called
him Romeo; well, he was jealous of Mercutio ! Such
is man — and boy ! He spoke quite crossly to
Ariadne.
" I'll give you a new one. I'll give you twenty
new ones. Let us go in and dance — dance like
the devil ! "
Ernie told me a great deal about Lady Scilly after
they had all gone in. He knows a lot about her,
through his father, who has a place near the Scillys
in Wiltshire. He says his father says that at this
present moment she hasn't got a cent to call her
own ; what with gambling, and betting, she is fairly
broke. I wish, then, she would try to borrow money
off George — just once — for that would choke him off
her soonest of anything, and then he would perhaps
be nicer to mother ?
Ariadne would not go to bed at all that night.
She sat in the window, eating dried raisins, just to
keep soul and body together. And all the time her
affairs were progressing most favourably. She
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vexed because she saw that Lady Scilly did not
consider her worth being jealous of. I told her she
was never nearer getting Simon than now when he
was bringing a heart that Lady Scilly had bruised
by sordid monetary considerations to her, to stroke
arid make well by her soothing ways. And Ariadne
is soothing, she can do the silence dodge well. She
is a regular walking rest-cure, I tell her, for those
that like it.
Simon was unusually nice to her all the next
week, just as I prophesied he would be. Then an
untoward event happened.
There were dances at the Saloon only once a week.
Next night a conjuror came to the Saloon Hall,
called Dapping, and Aunt Gerty took us, paying
one shilling each for us. There were worse seats,
only sixpence, but there were also better, viz. the
first four rows were three shillings. The Scilly
party with Irene Lauderdale were in them, and on
the other side, very obviously keeping themselves
to themselves, there was Sir Frederick Hermyre and
Almeria, and a severe woman aunt, and Simon in
attendance. The Hermyres were staying all night
at the hotel, and he had to be with them for
once, waiting on his father, not on Lady Scilly.
It couldn't have been as amusing for him as her
party, that laughed and joked, but still Simon as
usual looked quite happy as he was. He would have
thought it rude to look bored, and he did look so
nice and clean, with his little retrouss6 nose next
to his father's beak, and Almeria's large knuckle-
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duster of a proboscis framing them. I don't suppose
Simon even knew Ariadne and I were there, for we
were a long way behind, and he doesn't love Ariadne
enough yet to scent her everywhere. Next us was
Mr. Bowser, Aunt Gerty's mash, as she calls him.
I believe she had told him we were to be there.
Ariadne and I were disgusted at being mixed with
Bowser, and tried to make believe we were a separate
party, and talked hard to ourselves all the time.
Ariadne was in a white muslin she had made herself
— window-curtain stuff from Equality's sale. It
was pretty, but casual. She never will have patience
to overcast the seams or settle which side they are
to be on, definitely. She had made her hat too, of
chiffon with a great trail of ivy leaves over the crown.
I wished she had been dressed more soberly, con-
sidering the company we were in.
I wasn't attending very much, but presently I
heard Mr. Dapping with Mr. Bowser, who as a
leading citizen had gone on the stage, planning out
a sort of trick. Dapping was first blindfolded, and
Bowser was to go into the body of the hall and pre-
tend to murder some one, and Dapping would tell
him afterwards whom he had murdered. Dapping
even went off the platform so as to be quite sure
not to see, and Mr. Bowser came down the gangway
in the middle, shaking his snub head about as he
selected a victim — and he had actually the cheek to
choose Ariadne !
He didn't ask Aunt Gerty or Ariadne either, if
he might take this liberty, but just seized Ariadne
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by her thin muslin shoulder, and pretended to drive
a knife into her back. It all happened before she
had time to stop him. She wriggled, but of course
they thought she was acting up. Then he sat down,
quite pleased with himself, beside Aunt Gerty, and
Mr. Dapping was released and his eyes unbandaged,
and he came plunging down the gangway till he
came to our row. He was intensely excited and
puffing like a steam-engine, very disagreeable to
hear.
He seized Ariadne by the same shoulder Bowser
had murdered her at, and shook her, saying, " This
is the victim ! "
It made Ariadne horribly common, Aunt Gerty
said afterwards, though she might easily have pre-
vented it and told Bowser to hit one of his own
class ! Anyhow, poor Ariadne turned all the colours
of the rose and the rainbow, and nearly cried for
shame. She might as well have been on the stage,
for she was just as public. All the Scilly party had
of course turned round and were staring with all
their eyes. Sir Frederick and Almeria never moved
at all. Poor Simon did, — just once — and I saw his
scared, disgusted face looking over his shoulder. I
had never seen him look like that before. It was
awful !
The conjuror went calmly on to the next trick,
but poor Ariadne had been thoroughly upset. She
whispered to me, " I can't stand any more of this.
I believe I shall faint ! "
That wasn't true, I knew, she can't faint if she
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tries, but still any one could see that she was feeling
very uncomfortable.
I said to my aunt, " We are going, Ariadne and
I. You can stay behind if you like."
And we got up and passed out amid a row of
sympathetic — that was the worst of it — faces. Of
course Aunt Gerty followed us out presently, and
scolded Ariadne all the way home for allowing herself
to be made a victim of. Ariadne never spoke, till
we got in and up in our room. Then she burst out
crying.
" He will never speak to me again. I know he
won't. He is very proud, and I have disgraced him
— disgraced him before his order ! "
" You can't disgrace that until you are married
to him, I suppose, and now you never will be."
" No," Ariadne said, meekly, " I am unworthy of
him."
" You are very weak ! " said I, " but on the whole
I consider it was Aunt Gerty's fault. Brewing away
like that and not attending to her charges ! "
Ariadne cried and hocketed, as the cook used to
say, all night, and I tried to comfort her and tell
her that Simon would probably come to call next
day to show that noblesse oblige, and that he didn't
think anything of it. Of course when I remem-
bered his face, I didn't suppose he would ever care
to see a girl who had been pummelled, first by
Bowser and then by Dapping, again.
All next day Ariadne would not go out. She said
she could not meet the eye of Whitby. It rained
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luckily. Next day she still wouldn't, and as it was
one of the best days we have had, I began to think
that she was going too far with her remorse, and
was quite cross with her.
" No one ever remembers anything that happened
to some one else," I said ; " and they can't see that
your shoulder is black and blue under your gown."
" I feel as if I had been publicly flogged, and I
had on my white muslin too," she moaned, though
I don't know what she meant, that it had made a
more conspicuous object, or was bad for the dress,
or what.
" I know one thing," she gulped. " Aunt Gerty
or no Aunt Gerty, I shall cut Mr. Bowser next time
I see him — cut him dead."
" Why not ? He murdered you."
I think this was Ariadne's first sorrow, and lasted
quite a week. She would only go out after dark,
to hide her shame from every eye. Mother en-
couraged her, and said she knew how she must feel.
To Aunt Gerty she said several times, " Never
again ! " which is the most awful thing to say to
any one. It meant that Aunt Gerty wasn't to be
trusted with girls, and especially George's girls.
Mother gave it her well.
" You should have prevented Ariadne from letting
herself down like that ! I shall never hear the end
of it from George."
" George indeed ! Why wasn't George looking
after his own precious kids then ? I don't think
he's got any need to talk ! My Lord Scilly will be
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having a word with him some of these days, or I
shall be very much surprised ! "
" You hold your wicked, lying tongue ! " was all
Mother said to her. Mother, somehow, hasn't the
heart to be hard on Aunt Gerty.
I could have told Aunt Gerty that Lord Scilly
was keeping quite calm. He can manage Lady
Scilly well enough. I have heard him say so.
" Paquerette knows the side her bread is buttered
as well as any woman living ! She is a right good
sort, is Paquerette, only she likes to kick her heels
a bit ! She and I understand each other ! "
He talks like this, as if they were like Darby and
Joan, but Lady Scilly doesn't agree with him, or
says she doesn't. " Scilly and I," she once said to
Ariadne, " are an astigmatic couple." She meant,
she explained, that they are like two eyes whose
sight is different. I fancy his is the long-sighted
eye.
Well, this little row was soon over as far as Mother
and Aunt Gerty were concerned. George's scolding
was short and sweet, Aunt Gerty said, and she
couldn't possibly dislike him more than she did
already. But Ariadne could not get over her dis-
grace for ages. She still wouldn't stir out of the
house, but I went out regularly and policed Lady
Scilly and Simon. Of course this contretemps to
Ariadne has had the effect of throwing them into
each other's arms worse than ever. They became
inseparable. If Lady Scilly had only known it,
Simon's being near her made her look quite old and
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anxious, whereas she made him look young and
bored.
One morning I stood and watched them leaning
over the wooden rail of the quay. Everybody leans
there in the mornings, it's fashionable, and if you
lean a little forward or backward you can either see
or not be seen by the person who is hanging over
it a few yards further on. The boats were as usual
unloading their big haul of herrings, and the
sleepy-eyed sailors (they have been up all night !)
were sitting smoking lazily on the edges of the boats %
Lady Scilly was in white linen, so awfully pure and
angelic-looking that the little boys dabbed her
with fish-scales as they passed her. She was talking
to Simon about money earnestly, and took no notice.
She was telling him that Lord Scilly likes money
so much that he didn't ever like to let it out of his
hands. What business of Simon Hermyre's is it, I
should like to know, what Lord Scilly chooses to do
with his money ? Everybody seems to think Simon
is going to be rich, because he is the son of Sir
Frederick Hermyre, but that is no criterion. He
always seems to have plenty of pocket-money, but
I still think it mean of a full-grown woman to
borrow money of a boy.
" Do let me have the pleasure," he kept saying,
and " Do let me ! " and goodness knows why, for
she seemed to be in no hurry to prevent him ! I
suppose it is why people like Simon so much, that
he always seems to be trying to do what they want
in spite of themselves.
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" Then that is settled, thank the Lord ! " I heard
him say at last." (My sailor buffer between me and
her had begun to talk to a man below, and rather
drowned their conversation.) " Just look at that
sheet of silver on the floor of the boat — all one
night's haul ! Suppose it was shillings and half-
crowns ? "
" Yes, only suppose ! And the sailors treading
carelessly about in it, as you might in the train of
one of my silver-embroidered dresses ! It is very
like a full court-train, isn't it, the one you are going
to have the privilege of paying for ? "
Simon said yes it was, but he didn't seem to like
her quite so much as he did since she gave in and
let him pay her bill. He seemed to have grown a
little bit older all of a sudden, he had a sort of aged,
pinched look come over his face.
Then I saw, I positively saw, the thought of my
sister Ariadne come there and make him handsome
and boyish again, and I wriggled past my sailor and
came round behind her and said, " How do you
do?"
Lady Scilly having done with Simon for the
moment, left him and went to speak to Mr. Sidney
Robinson and George, who had just come up from
their bathe.
" How is your sister ? " Simon asked me.
" Very well, thank you — at least I mean not very
well "
" I don't wonder. I was so sorry for her the
other night."
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" Did you loathe her ? Your face looked as if
you did."
" Nothing of the kind ! But if I ever get a chance
of doing that brute Bowser some injury I'll
And the people she was with ? I beg your
pardon, but that young lady who was in charge
of you both — wasn't it her business to prevent
Miss Vero-Taylor's good-nature being imposed
upon ? "
He meant Aunt Gerty, of course. I made up my
mind in a second what was best to do for the best
of all.
" Oh, that person," said I. " She wasn't anything
to do with us. Miss Gertrude Jenynge, playing at
the Saloon Theatre, I believe ? "
" I think that your sister should not be allowed
to go to places like that alone."
" Why, I was with her ! "
" What earthly good are you, you small elf ? "
asked Simon seriously and kindly, smiling down at
me. " I wish to goodness my sister "
I know what he meant. That he wished he could
persuade Almeria to take to Ariadne and boss her
about. But he didn't say it. He is so prim and
reserved about his family. He simply asked to be
remembered to Ariadne, and that he was going to
stay with some people at a place called Henderland
in Northumberland.
" Henderland," said I, " that's near where Chris-
tina lives."
" Who is Christina ? "
p
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" Why, George's old secretary. She is a Mrs.
Ball now. You were her best man."
"Peter Ball's! Good old Ball ! So I was. Bless
me. l Have you forgotten, love, so soon — Thai church
in June ? ' Yes, of course I used to call her the
Woman who Would — marry the good Ball, I mean.
I shall be over there some time next month shooting.
She gave me a general invitation."
He wouldn't say when he was likely to be at
Rattenraw, it is a little way men have of defending
themselves against girls like Ariadne. Now Ariadne
and I had a particular invitation to go and stay
with Christina for a fortnight, as it happened, and
if Ariadne had been having this talk instead of me,
she would have told him, and tried to pin him down
to a time, but I was wiser. I said " Good-bye" quite
shortly, as if I wasn't at all interested in his move-
ments, and went home. I was a little ashamed of
one thing, I had told a lie about Aunt Gerty and
denied her before men, as the Scripture says. But
it was not for my own sake. Fifty Aunt Gerty s
can't hurt me, but one can do Ariadne lots of harm
and ruin her social prestige. On the way home I
thought what I would do, and did it at lunch.
" Please, Aunt Gerty," I said, " if you meet me
on the quays or anywhere when I am talking to
Mr. Simon Hermyre, I must beg of you not to be
familiar with me, for I have told him that you were
no relation, and I gave him your stage name when
he asked me who you were."
" Oh, did he ask ? " said Aunt Gerty, jumping
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about. " He must have seen me somewhere. In
Trixy's Trust perhaps ? I made a hit there. Well,
child, you may as well bring us together. Use my
professional name, of course."
" All right," said I. I did not tell her Simon was
off to-morrow. Now don't you call that eating
your cake and having it !
CHAPTER XVI
WE all hoped that Mr. Bowser would find he liked
Aunt Gerty well enough to wish to relieve us of her,
but we evidently wished it so strongly that he did
not see his way to obliging us. These things get
into the air somehow, and put people off. Of course
Aunt Gerty herself wished it more than anybody,
and she was feeling considerably annoyed as she
completed the arrangements for a rather seedy sort
of autumn tour, which she would not have had to
do if she could have pulled it off with the brewer.
She wreaked her vexation on us, us and Mother,
who was very patient, knowing what poor Aunt
Gerty was feeling. But Ariadne, who was feeling
very much the same way, and had to suffer in
silence, resented it, and when Aunt Gerty hustled
her, hustled back in spite of her broken heart.
George left for Scotland. He says he is going to
shoot with the Scillys. I don't know why, but I
have a fancy he has gone to Ben Rhydding, all
alone, to cure his gout. It didn't matter. It was
settled that we were to go to stay with Christina
in Northumberland.
Ariadne didn't like going straight on from Whitby,
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because she would have preferred to get her country
outfit in London ; but of course the difference on
fares made that impossible. It is one of the curious
things about Finance, that George should make so
much money, and we should still have to think of
a beggarly three hundred miles or so at a penny a
mile. That is what it costs third-class, as of course
we go. The all-the-y ear-round conservatory at
Cinque Cento House costs George three hundred a
year alone to keep up, and the Hall of Arms (as it
is written up over the door) at the back of the house
must be done up every few months. It is all white
(five coats !) to set off George's black velvet fencing
costume and his neat legs.
George has so much taste. He simply lives at
Christie's. He cannot help buying cabinets and
chairs at a few hundred pounds apiece. He says
they are realizable property. Ariadne and I would
like to realize them.
The great point with Ariadne was how to dress
suitably for Christina's. I said same as London,
only shorter and plainer. Ariadne hankered after
a proper bond fide shooting toilette. She had the
sovereign George gave her for her birthday, and
two pounds she had made by a poem, and another
Mother gave her. She looks much best dressed
quietly, nothing mannish or exact suits her, for it at
once brings out the out-of-drawing-ness of her face,
which is of the Burne- Jones type. She has grown
to that, being trained up in it from her earliest
years. All types can be acquired. In the face of
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this, she went out and bought a Miriam's Home
Journal, and selected a pattern of Stylish Dress for
the Moors, and got a cheap tailor in the town to
make it up for her. Ye Gods, as Aunt Gerty says !
I used to go with her to be fitted. It was a heart-
breaking business. They took her in and let her
out, kneeling about her with their mouths full of
pins so that you couldn't scold them lest you gave
them a shock and drove all the pins down their
throat, and the little tailor kept saying, " A pleat
here would be beneficial to it, Madam," or to his
assistant, " Remove that fulness there ! " till there
wasn't a straight seam left in it, it was all bias and
bulge.
Ariadne cried over the way that skirt hung for an
hour when it came home. " Too much of bias hast
thou, poor Ariadne," I said to her, imitating the
pompous tailor ; but although I chaffed her I went
to him and made him take ten shillings off the bill.
I couldn't help thinking of a real country girl like
Almeria Hermyre, when Ariadne put this confection
on for the first time in the privateness of our bed-
room. It was brown tweed turned up with " real
cow " as Ben said ; there is even a piece of leather
stitched on to her shoulder where she is to rest her
gun. Ariadne, who once pulled one leg, that I dare-
say he could easily spare, off a daddy-long-legs, and
considered herself little better than a murderer !
Ben, who was present at this private view, did not
like her in it, and told her so. He is so truthful
that he never waits to be asked his opinion. So
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long as he didn't tease her about Simon Hermyre,
it did not matter, but he is quite a gentleman,
though rough. Indeed, nobody mentioned Simon,
though I could not help thinking of him a good deal
in connection with Ariadne's new dress. I was sure
we should see him somewhere in Northumberland.
It isn't as big as America, and where there is even
a faint will there is generally a way. Ariadne was
thinking of him when she bought a billycock hat on
purpose to stick in a moorcock's wing Simon had
once given her that he had shot. I did not interfere,
for I thought if he saw her in it he might think some
other fellow had given her a moorcock's feather ;
there are plenty of them about, and plenty of fools
to shoot them.
I myself did not make much preparation. Just
a new elastic to my hat, and new laces to my boots
How delightful it is to care for no man ! How it
simplifies life ! All this bother about Ariadne has
choked me off love for a long while to come. I
don't care if it never comes my way at all. But I
am only fourteen, and have not got the place in my
head ready for it yet, anyway. I don't believe that
Love is a woman's whole existence any more than
it is a man's. We are like ships, made in water-
tight compartments, so that if something goes
wrong with one compartment the whole concern
isn't done for. Until I am old enough to set a whole
compartment aside for Love, I can be easy and watch
the others wallowing. Life is one huge party to me,
and the girls who are not out yet watching it through
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the bannisters and getting a taste of the ices now
and then.
I don't study dinners at home, we have never
given one in Cinque Cento House. George enter-
tains a good deal at the Club, when he can get Lady
Scilly or some one like that to play hostess and give
the signal to rise for him, a thing, somehow, that
no man ever seems capable of doing for himself.
Mother and Aunt Gerty saw us off for Morpeth, at
Whitby station. Aunt Gerty looked far more ex-
cited than just seeing a couple of nieces off could
make her, and I soon saw the reason of it, Mr.
Bowser was leaving by the same train ! He went
first-class of course, which was annoying for Aunt
Gerty, as that made him be at the other end of the
train, too far off to see how prettily she kissed her
nieces good-bye, and bought them Funny Bits and
chocolate creams. We got the creams anyhow.
Children often profit by their elders' foolish fancies.
Mother wouldn't even let us kiss her out of the
carriage-window for fear the train started and we
got dragged out, and sure enough we did go on
suddenly, in that slidy, masterful way trains have.
I have a particular affinity to trains. My great-
grandfather built an engine and had it called after
him. When he was dying, he was taken in his chair
to where the Great Northern trains pass every day,
and drew his last breath as the Scotch Express
rattled by.
To return. I noticed that Aunt Gerty looked
awfully pleased about something, and kept sticking
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her hip out in an engaging way she has, and I con-
cluded that Mr. Bowser had at last spotted her and
thrown her an encouraging nod, perhaps blown her
a kiss, only he is perhaps not quite low enough for
that ? But whatever it was, it made her happy.
Oh, if they only could all get the man they want
at the time they want him, what a nice place the
world would be, for children at any rate ! All grown-
up people's tempers come because they can't get
what they want. And here was I, boxed up with
one who hadn't got what she wanted, for a whole
blessed day ! She was simply weltering in love,
if I may say so. She had a penny note-book ready
to write poetry in, and meant to dream and write
and cry for four hours. I had a nice improper six-
penny of my Aunt Gerty's, but I scarcely hoped
that Ariadne would allow me to enjoy it.
Of course not. She soon began bothering. As
soon as we were properly started, she pulled up her
thousand times too thick veil, badly put on —
Ariadne is too simple ever to learn to put on a veil
properly as other women do — and looked hard at
herself in her pocket looking-glass, and sighed and
settled her loose tendril and unsettled it, and pinched
her cheek to massage it and restore the subcutaneous
deposit the doctor had told her about. She seemed
hopeless and sad, for presently she said —
" No, I am not looking beautiful to-day ! "
A pretty white tear, like a pearl button, shook
on her eyelashes, and I wondered how long she
could keep it hanging there ? I do believe she was
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anxious to look nice because she had an idea she
might see Simon at Morpeth. But one never does
see people at stations, and personally, I think that
Ariadne would be far prettier if she didn't know
she was pretty. It is most unkind and inconsiderate
of her so-called friends to keep telling her so. It is
just like our horrid lot. In Simon's set, they would
die sooner than pay a girl a compliment to her face.
But she has got so hardened to it that I always
have to take her down gently, so as not to hurt her,
same as one does with invalids.
" It doesn't matter how you look," I said, ** there
is nobody but porters to see you, and you don't
want to mash them and distract them from their
work and make them get the points all wrong. I
should have thought you preferred being alone.
You can write in your book. Let us do George's
dodge, and stand at the window whenever we
come into a station and look as repulsive as we
can."
George likes to keep the carriage all to himself,
and taught us what to do to secure it, the only time
he ever travelled with us. We made a prominent
object of Ben, very sticky with lollipops, and managed
to be by ourselves all the way.
Ariadne was unwilling to do this now. She sat
still in her corner and brooded, and that did j ust as
well, for the would-be passengers looked in and saw
her, and made up their minds that she was recover-
ing from scarlet fever, or at least measles. I stood
in the window, squarely, and looked ugly for two.
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I was interested in the country. It is quite hideous
between Whitby and Morpeth. The reason is that
it is an industrial centre. I began to wish that
our eating (kitchen boilers) and keeping warm (coal)
didn't mean so many people having to live black,
and whole counties in a blanket of smoke. I don't
think I approve of civilization, if this is what it
comes out of ?
When the train slowed down at Morpeth, I could
not help calling out to Ariadne, " I told you so ! "
for there was Christina Ball in a muslin dress, with
a soft floppy chiffon hat and no veil at all. She
was sitting in a little pony-cart, with an ugly child
that couldn't be hers ; we saw her from the train.
It was a shock to Ariadne, and she was wild to get
our box into the cloak-room first and unlock it and
get out one of her old dresses. But how could she
dress in the waiting-room ? And besides, she would
be certain to muddle the next thing I told her (and
so she did).
We got out of the station and into the trap.
Christina had a new pony and couldn't get down —
and it was arranged that our luggage was to come
on by carrier, as our wicker trunk would be sure to
scratch the smart new dog-cart.
Off we went, I thought, and I am sure Ariadne
thought, a little too like the wind. But Ariadne
wanted to appear at ease, and casual and countrified,
so she pretended to take an interest in the scenery,
and said to Christina, " Look at the lovely tone of
that verdigris on the pond ! "
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The ugly child twitched her feet under the rug
beside me ; she said nothing, but looked it.
" Oh, the duck- weed ! " said Christina, who knows
Ariadne too well to be amused by anything she
says. " Miss Emerson Tree here — allow me to in-
troduce Peter's American niece, Miss Jane Emerson
Tree — calls it the ' stagnance.' '
The ugly child still didn't say anything, though
" stagnance " was just as absurd a word for mildew
on a pond as verdigris, and I began to be quite
afraid of one who, though so young, didn't seem to
want to fly out. She turned half round though,
and seemed to be staring hard at the body of
Ariadne's shooting dress with its patch on the left
shoulder. Christina went on enlightening us about
the country and telling us the sort of things we
were likely to ask and make fools of ourselves about.
I do believe she was afraid of our saying something
specially silly before Jane Emerson Tree, and wanted
to save us from ourselves.
It came at last, and Ariadne nearly toppled out
of the cart. The ugly child spoke in the most
strong American accent, and the way she leant
upon the last syllable of the word despise was the
nastiest thing I ever heard.
" Oh, I do just despise your waist ! " she said to
Ariadne ; " I've been looking at it all the way we've
come."
Christina absently took hold of her whip and then
rattled it back in its socket. She then scolded
Jane till I should have thought any ordinary child
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couldn't have gone on sitting up, but this one did,
never saying a word, but pursed her mouth in till
there was hardly a line to be seen. Then Christina
began to tell us how dull she had found it living in
the country, and how difficult to get acclimatized at
first.
" But in the end, the country rubs off on one,"
she sighed, " and a good thing too. Oh, the mis-
takes I made at first ! You know that Peter and
I have both been staying with the dear Bishop of
Guyzance."
" Oh, Christina, you have changed ! " said I.
" I know, dear, three services on Sunday and a
shilling for the offertory. So different from Newton
Hall and Farm Street. As I was saying, I came
back from Lale Castle the day before yesterday,
post haste, to hatch some chickens "
" I thought a hen did that ? " ventured Ariadne.
" Right you are ! I pretended to Peter that it
was an insane desire to kiss the baby, but I was an
hour in the house before I even thought of the child.
The hen was due to hatch fifteen. I interviewed
her every hour, much to her disgust. At last,
crack ! — one came out "
" You mean chipped the shell," said Ariadne
primly.
" Right again ! I put it in a basket by the
kitchen fire, the servants shunted it for dinner, it
got cold, it died in the night. Yesterday five more
happened, I popped them in the mild oven for a
minute, just then some one pinched my baby — he
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screamed, and went on screaming like an electric-
bell gone wrong. I had to go and look after him —
cook made a blazing fire, do you see ? — I have only
saved five out of that brood."
" How very funny ! " said Ariadne, who wasn't a
bit amused.
I was. Christina told us of a little hen Peter had
before, who had been used to be set to ducks, and
who had learned to march them all down to the
nearest pond. The first lot of chickens had been
driven to a watery and unfamiliar death.
" Would you like to go and be photographed
to-morrow ? " she asked Ariadne, and Ariadne was
on the qui vive at once. " They all think one an
unnatural parent here, if one doesn't take one's
brood to be perpetuated at Oldfort every year.
But the trains there are so awkward for us. I am
fighting the railway authorities tooth and nail,
trying to persuade them to put on a slip carriage.
They do it for Keiller and his marmalade, so why
not for me ? Say ! I am on the pony's neck !
I am going to put the seat back, take the reins a
minute ! "
Ariadne didn't of course like her giving them to
me, but everybody always sees at once that I am
the practical one.
When the seat was arranged she went bubbling on.
" Next week is our Harvest Festival and School
feast, and Ball in the school-house. The gaieties of
this Parish ! I haven't had tea with myself for a
whole week, J am a very hard worker, you don't
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know ! Peter says I lie awake at nights thinking
of stodgy moral books to recommend for the Village
Library. I recommend some, not all, of my late
patron's, your father's, works. The Vicar here is
a dear old dodderer, and was so shocked when I
recommended him The Road to Rome / It's a book
of travel, you know. We have a young man here,
too, quite an eligible, he told me so. He is so
shy, you see, he says the wrong thing. I wonder
whether you'll make anything of him ? To a flirt,
all things are possible."
" I am not a flirt — now," said Ariadne.
She was nearly giving the whole thing away,
only the pony bolted, at least Christina said it was
an attempt at bolting. " My God, pony ! " she said
to it, and it stopped, shocked at her swearing, I
suppose.
" And there's Simon Hermyre in the neighbour-
hood. Henderland is not more than ten miles off."
Ariadne at once sat tight — too tight. It was
almost painful, and showed in her face too.
Just as we were driving in at the gate of Ratten-
raw, Jane Emerson Tree spoke again, and actually
about Ariadne's body.
" Any way, it's on all crooked," she said, as if she
was continuing the previous discussion. Peter came
out to meet us, and she was lifted down. They
couldn't, I suppose, leave her sitting and just put
her away in the coach-house all night. That is
what I should have done, and cooled her hot blood.
f?ut I saw how it was when we got in and
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having tea. She had hers " laced " — I mean brandy
in it. Peter is awfully proud of her and thinks she
will be a great actress and astonish the world some
day. She certainly mimicked Peter to his face. I
will let her know if I catch her mimicking Ariadne !
Peter enjoyed it. The moment a child is really
rude, people think it is going to do great things. I
have noticed that. Now I would no sooner think
of criticizing a grown-up person's things to her face
as I would of — kissing Emerson Tree's very ugly
mug, though I wouldn't tell her so, otherwise than
by my reluctance to embrace her. Peter calls her
" the little witch."
" The little witch," he says, " was being neglected,
or thought she was, at lunch the other day, and in
a trice she called out to the butler, ' I say, Holmes,
old man, look alive with those potatoes, will you t '
You should have seen the old boy's face ! "
I did see the old boy's face. He was waiting at
tea.
Christina told us stories about her all tea-time ;
she listened quietly as she munched buns. How
when she saw the new baby she said, " Dash it all !
why it's bald ! " How one rainy day she was lost,
and they found her with six of her village friends
walking in a straight line down to the pond, bare-
footed and bareheaded and their mouths open,
quacking, and to catch the rain-drops like ducks do.
How she has done all the absurd things children
do in books, such as aspinalling the cat — as if a cat
ever stayed to be aspinalled ! — and gunpowder into
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ovens, and frogs into boots, and hedgehogs into
beds. (She says so, but I believe she put the clothes-
brush, and Peter mistook it with his feet in the
dark !) And once when a noted Socialist man had
been staying there and rashly talked before her, she
had given away the furniture.
" She went solemnly down the village," said
Christina, " making presents of the unearned in-
crement in the shape of things she didn't want and
I did. Missing tensions of sewing-machines and
valves of cycles and stray door-knobs and other
bits of rolling stock — all disappeared. When it
came to the spare sugar-tongs and my best silver
scissors, however, I had to scold her. Oh, she'll be
a great actress some day."
We listened, and I am sure no one could tell from
my face how I disapproved ojf it all, — unless Duse
the second, who, after all, was a child too, twigged
how ridiculous they were making her look ? Any-
how, after she had made three usual scenes and one
extraordinary one because we were there, and had
been noisily taken off to bed, they left off discussing
her and took up a perfectly safe subject ; " shoots "
and who to have. Christina teases, she always did,
even in the days when she used to put us head first
down rabbit-holes.
" Has he a wife ? " she asks, whenever Peter
proposes a man.
" My dear, I haven't the slightest idea. All I
know is he is a capital shot, and brings down his
pheasants in good style ! "
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" These good shots bring down such bad wives —
I mean from the house-party point of view," she
says. " To look at their choice, they would always
seem to have fired recklessly into the brown and got
pot luck. You see I am boxed up with your friends'
bad shots all day. I can't possibly make my house-
wifely duties last all the morning, and I object to
have Jane brought down in her best frock and her
worst behaviour to make sport for idle women. And
she hates grown-up ladies, and has the wit to come
in with segments of the Wanny Crag on her boots
and her hair full of straws, so as to be sent out of
the drawing-room to ' muck herself up.' '
" I don't like that phrase, Christina ! "
" Don't be so aggressively pure, Peter t "
Ariadne and I have called him " Pure Peter "
ever since, but he is not bad, really. It is a mercy
when one's friends show a little consideration in
their marriage, and one mustn't be too particular, for
the world is full of bounders one might have got,
and had to be civil to. Peter Ball talks about
" Vickings " and keeps a chart of the weather, but
except for fussy ways like that, he is quite a
gentleman.
CHAPTER XVII
ARIADNE got fatter at Rattenraw, which is
humiliating enough to a girl in her position. I
can't say that she kept that up at all well, beyond
looking sad, sometimes when she wasn't thinking,
or at meals. She has to pretend to be distraite,
for really she is very all there, and likes her dinner.
Peter Ball, carving the roast red beef, holds his
knife up in the air to tease her, and says to her,
when she won't answer his question whether she
wants some more ? — " Thinking of the old 'un,
what ? " He doesn't know how near the truth he
is, except in age. He knows nothing of Ariadne's
affairs, he prefers not to know, but takes her word
for it that she has a secret sorrow connected with a
member of his sex.
Jane Emerson Tree doesn't take any notice of
Ariadne or of me either ; she is put out at not being
allowed to say rude things about us. She is a free-
born American citizen. Christina has made Ariadne
rip the leather patch off the shoulder of the waist
Jane Emerson objected to, and has lent her a common
straw sailor hat, which suits her better than the
billycock. A sailor hat, you see, isn't a hat, it is
a tile, and so can't either become or unbecome.
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Simon Hermyre might have been at Henderland,
or at Lord Manham's, or at Barsom, Sir Edward
Fynes' place ; neither places are more than ten
miles or so off ; but he made no sign, nor did he
answer a letter Christina wrote to him, so Ariadne
was practically forced to flirt with the only other
man of her own rank in the village, besides Peter.
He is the Squire of Rattenraw, and lives in the old
Hall, and plays the fiddle, and keeps only one servant.
Yet he came in before the Conquest. That is what
becomes of all our old families. He isn't old, but
very wrinkled. That comes of so frequently meeting
the wind and exposure. His corduroy velvet coat
and his skin are much of a muchness. He is shy
and wild, as Peter remarked of the grouse this year.
As I said, he is all there is, here, till Christina's
" shoots " come off, and Ariadne egged him on — the
amount of egging on a shy man takes ! — to ask her,
and then accepted to go out fishing with him. She
sat all the afternoon on a bank near by, in a biting
North-west wind straight down from the Wanny
Crags, that blew the egg off the sandwiches and
the froth off the ginger-beer. He asked her if she
felt chilly (" Chilly ! " she thought) about sixteen
times, and said By Gosh when he didn't catch any-
thing, which was frequent, and "What in thunder's
got 'em ? " alluding to the trout, when at last in
despair they packed up to go home. Ariadne got
back to tea chilled to the bone and disappointed at
the heart to find him so coarse without being in-
teresting. She thinks all local farmers and squires
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ought to be like Mr. Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights
and hide a burning lava of passion under their
upper crust of cold indifference. Squire Rochester
is good and dull. He does admire Ariadne, I dare-
say, though I am not up in the country signs of
love, and it seems the least he could do for a real
London beauty who is good enough to sit on a
sticky and muddy bank bald of grass and full of
worm-holes, and some of them protruding disgust-
ingly as she said, for a whole afternoon watching
him not catching fish !
He leaves vegetable marrows and nosegays as big
as cabbages " for the ladies " at the back-door, be-
cause he is so shy. He squeezes all Christina's
rings into her hands whenever he meets her, but
these are as much signs of love for Christina as for
Ariadne, and Peter Ball says Ariadne must take
care and not to be like " Miss Baxter (whoever
she was) who refused a gent before he asked
her."
Christina thinks he is a bit attracted, and that
it is a good thing for Ariadne to have a man to play
with, in her forlorn condition, and that whatever
the Squire gets, even a hopeless passion, that he
will be able to get over it. She considers that men
have a thicker sort of skin than women, and if they
are unhappy, can turn up their shirt-sleeves and get
very hot and throw it off. The Squire keeps lots of
cattle and is by way of being butcher to the village.
Christina buys a whole sheep of him sometimes.
He has plenty of distractions, and she always takes
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the side of the woman— esprit de corpse, I think
they call it. I myself think there should be the
same law for men as for women, and I have a great
mind to tell the Squire to save his nosegays, for
Ariadne is in love with Simon. I even threatened
her with this exposk, and she turned round on me,
and said I should be a liar, for she wasn't in love
with Simon. Then, I said, she might as well leave
off taking the biggest half of the bed at night and
all the looking-glass in the morning and first go
at the bath, and other special privileges she has
sneaked, because she is supposed to be unhappy.
I am willing to make every allowance for one so
persecuted by fate, but not for a woman who enjoys
all the usual pleasures of her age and sex, as if
nothing was the matter. Then she cried, and said
I was unkind, that she wanted all the comfort she
could get, and went off fishing with the Squire to
spite me, that very afternoon ! What can one do
with a weathercock like that !
Then Church decorating came on, and Ariadne
could do without the Squire. We worked all day,
and in the evening we doctored our cuts and the
places where the Lord had let us get bruised and
scratched in smartening up His Church for His Har-
vest Festival. Ariadne had a big brown bruise
done by a jagged pew on her upper leg shaped like
a tortoise, and so we called it, so to be able to allude
to it at all times and seasons.
At lunch, Christina used to ask Ariadne how her
tortoise was, and Ariadne answered demurely that
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it was getting a nice pea-green, or a good strong
blue, till Peter and the Squire were so much puzzled,
that they teased Ariadne till she let it out, and then
Peter teased her worse than ever.
Two local ladies hindered us at decoration and
we could not get rid of them, as they had pulled
their gardens about to give us flowers. But we had
to make a rule that we wouldn't allow gentlemen in
the church during decorations. It upset Miss Weeks
so that she hammered her fingers instead of the
nails, and put flowers into the men's button-holes
instead of threading them into the altar-rails, in fits
of absence. Miss Day, the other young lady, agreed
with Christina that one must really keep a firm hand
on Miss Weeks, and that she herself didn't care for
so many men-folk about, talking their nonsense, and
interfering with steady work, but she was sorry,
her sailor cousin had just come home and she reely
could not spare more than half-an-hour every other
day away from him ! We were only decorating for
three days.
During the half-hour she did come, however, she
and Miss Weeks got on very badly, finding they
could not work together, and they had it out in the
middle aisle every five minutes or so. Christina
and Ariadne had taken the chancel, while these two
were responsible for the font, so we did not get
mixed up so very much. But when Miss Weeks
boxed Miss Day's ears with a Scarborough lily, and
Miss Day retorted with a double dahlia, the Vicar
interposed, and ordered them out of his church
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just as the cook orders me out of her kitchen,
and it is about as much their own, in either
case.
Then we had some peace, and the Vicar used to
come himself (he has no wife), and worked very
hard at handing flowers to Ariadne, who did not
look half bad on top of a ladder, a little weak and
tottery, so that she had to be steadied by a strong
hand now and then.
At home there was cooking to be done, cakes and
pies and things for the village ball and tea-treat.
We both cooked. Christina says there is a want of
concentration about us, and that the trail of the
flour-bin is all over her best chairs. She says it
to callers to amuse them and to make them think
her witty. Though really, Ariadne's untidiness is
trying. We find baking-powder in our workboxes,
and currants as book-markers, and butter — well,
everywhere but in the butter-dish ! Ariadne goes
about with white hair, and Peter Ball complains
that the door-handles are sticky. He says that
Ariadne's cakes, when made, will form a capital
hunting lunch, sustaining if eaten, and capable of
breaking the nastiest fall.
Christina's cook (cooks are the same, I see, all
over the world !) gave her annual notice which is
never taken any notice of, just before the Festival,
when all the servants are so overworked that they
get fractious. Luckily this time something hap-
pened to put them in a tearing good temper again.
Farmer Dale died, and Christina blessed him for
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giving us a good funeral to cheer the household up
a bit. So the status was preserved.
On the Sunday morning, of course, we all at-
tended Divine Service. Peter Ball came too and read
the lessons. He is called one of the pillars of the
church. He once spoke to some men who were
lounging about outside while the service was pro-
ceeding, and told them that 'he looked to them to
be pillars too. They sniggered, because they felt
ashamed, and one of them said, " Ay, Sir, but
aren't we men the buttresses a-leaning up against
it and propping it up like ? " Peter was only
shocked.
We workers could not attend much on this par-
ticular occasion, any more than a cook can enjoy
the dinner she has cooked. We could not take our
eyes off our own special rail that we had wreathed,
and kept hoping our flowers wouldn't topple sud-
denly because we hadn't tied them securely enough,
or wilt during the sermon. I noticed a curious sort
of doll, standing on the altar-steps, dressed in three
tissue-paper flounces and a sash. As we came out
I asked old John Peacock what it was, and he said,
" Why, that wor t' Kern babby ! " I was no wiser.
But Ariadne, who dotes on superstitions, said she
would ask the Vicar. She wrote him a pretty note
in her all backwards hand, and said she felt sure
the doll on the altar-steps was a heathen survival
of some sort. This was his answer ; he was
pleased.
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" MY DEAR Miss VERO-TAYLOR,
" Your interest in the study of folk-lore is
highly commendable in one so young. The little
mannikin — or rather womankin — is, as you aptly
conjecture, a remnant of a custom dating from a
period of the very remotest antiquity. In our
Northumbrian villages it is the custom, the moment
the sickle is laid down, for the villagers to dress the
last sheaf in tawdry finery and carry it through the
streets, finally when it presides at the Harvest, or
Mell Supper, and the people dance round it singing :
* Blest be the day that Christ was born !
We've getten Mell of Balfs corn !
It's well bun' and better shorn !
Hip 1 Hip ! Hurray ! '
" This custom was found, however, so pre vocative
of disorderly scenes that my revered predecessor
here decreed that in future the Mell Doll (or Kern
baby) should be simply placed on the altar-steps
during Divine Service. Is it not wonderful to re-
flect that this grotesque image prefigures no less a
personage than Ceres, the goddess of plenty, the
Frigga of the Teutons, sometimes called Freia,
Frey, conf . Grimm's Teutonic Mythology, passim — "
" Oh yes, pass him, pass him ! " said Peter im-
patiently, who won't however let any one else make
fun of the church, and scolded Christina for saying,
" Rather a come-down for a goddess, wasn't it ? "
" Well," she remarked to Ariadne later on, " you
had better be getting up your mythology " (meaning
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the Bible, only Peter didn't twig anything so wrapped
up as this), ''because you will be sure to be subpoena'd
to take a class in the Sunday school after you have
fished for it. Nemo Dodd impune lacessit ! "
" Can't Dodd lace his boots with impunity ? "
I asked Peter. I knew it wasn't that, any more
than Res angusta domi means " Please to keep
Augusta at home," and some others like that I have
made.
Sure enough, Mr. Dodd made Ariadne take a
class in his Sunday school, and Christina chuckled.
It is the price of Mr. Dodd's admiration, and he
admired Ariadne very much. She is not really
any happier for it, rather bored by it in fact. She
spent three whole days getting up Sacred History
for fear the school children, who have of course been
properly brought up and grounded, should floor
her, a poor feckless literary man's daughter. Peter
Ball gave her a little arithmetic. She got as far as
Proportion with him. There was one sum about
how many men it would take to build a wall of so
many feet in so many hours. If it was Inverse
Proportion, which it might be, and then again it
mightn't, you put the men under the wall and
divide by the hours ; as many of them as are left
after such treatment is the answer. It came,
stupidly enough, two-and-a-half, so I suggested to
Ariadne, as I was helping her, to put Two men and
a boy. Peter said she didn't repay teaching, and
saw nothing to laugh at, though his wife seemed to.
Then Ariadne started an essay club with prizes.
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The Squire bought those for her in Moipeth when
he went in to sell pelts and hides. Fancy touching
his hand after that ! They were bits of his poor
beasts that he had killed! Billy Scott's short essay
on the elephant, " an animal with a leg at each
corner and a tail at both ends" was funny ; and
Sally Moscrop's description of " any animal she
liked to choose" She invented " The Proc" a beast
with four legs, " two of whom are bigger and longer
than the others, for the Proc lives all around a hill"
Grace Paterson's essay was quite long. " The Pin is
an exceedingly useful article. It has saved the lives
of many men, many women and many children by not
swatter ing of them"
Grace is fourteen and the beauty of the village.
She has begun a tale in ten chapters. She has to
write it up in the apple-tree, for fear her father
should " warm " her.
She and Ariadne were the two belles of the Ball
in the Parish Room on Monday evening. They
both danced with the Squire, who said he was in
luck to get two literary ladies to dance with him
on the same night. But Ariadne walked home with
him, and I went with Christina. Mr. Rochester had
one of his own roses Ariadne had given him back,
in his button-hole. She is so unhappy about Simon
that she doesn't care who proposes to her. That is
the way girls take it — a very selfish way, but they are
selfish all through when they are in love. Ariadne
actually thinks the Squire thinks he proposed to her
going home that night. I don't. It was pitch dark
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as we went home, the village is not lighted, and it
is a very wicked village. She says, long arms like
tentacles came groping out from the wall in the
dark, and the Squire dragged her past them. As
the village young men couldn't see, they thought
her one of their own sweethearts, for by then the
party had broken up and was all over the place.
The chucker-out had been very much occupied and
had found the brook near the school-house door very
handy.
But I don't myself think the Squire did propose.
He offered to take care of her, past the tentacles,
but not for life. I think if a girl is always dreading
proposals and thinking of how men will feel it when
refused, proposals never come to them. That is
what Christina said, and that Peter Ball took her
entirely by surprise, when he asked her. I knew
better, for I had chaperoned that affair. She says
Peter wears very well, and that there's some gilt
left on the gingerbread still. The gramophone is
still in all its glory, and when she was ill up-stairs,
when Jim was born, Peter used to send up a message
by the nurse for her to leave the door of her room
open for half-an-hour before dinner, and then she
would hear it. The nurse always forbade it, but
Christina always insisted on it, to please Peter, and
lay with her ears stopped up with sheet till the half-
hour was over. It is a new gramophone, not the
one he had in Leinster Gardens. That shouted itself
out, I suppose ? Christina found an entry in his
old pocket-book —
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" July 19 — a memorable year in my life. I bought
a new gramophone and I got married. I won't say
anything about my wife herey but the gramophone
was a beauty when she was new "
Ariadne was disgusted. She doesn't believe
Simon would say such a coarse thing. Well, I wish
she had some experience on the subject, what Simon
would say, that's all !
When Simon did come over to shoot, Ariadne
hardly spoke to him during the three days he was
here. No one did, much. He is so fearfully eligible
that all the nice girls feel they must snub him, and
he hardly gets a cup of tea. If Christina hadn't
known nice girls only, Ariadne would have had a
better chance. What is the good of being a nice
modest girl among other nice modest girls ? And
though Ariadne would not believe it, she did badly
without her foil Lady Scilly, who showed up her
niceness and made Simon draw comparisons. Then
there was another adverse circumstance. The
Squire came and followed Ariadne about with his
eyes, till it really wasn't safe to sit in a line with
them both. That put Simon off. He is too nice
to prefer a girl because another man is making him-
self unhappy about her.
Indeed Simon looked most uncomfortably serious
and even sad. He has got his first wrinkle fixed
between his eyebrows. He looks at Ariadne often,
but in a puzzled sort of way, and takes himself up
with a jerk, shaking his head, that the curls are cut
off from too short to waggle.
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" He cares for me — yes, he cares desperately,"
said Ariadne one night, just as she was arranging
her watch and her handkerchief on the chair beside
our bed, and his photograph under her pillow. I
have to take that away every morning lest the
housemaid should see it and make fun of her.
Ariadne forgets. We also arrange the strap of our
box down the middle of the bed so that neither of
us should encroach in the other's part, and all these
arrangements take time. Ariadne, though she is
so gentle and so in love, always looks sharply to
her rights, and more than her rights, and I generally
find myself lying on the very rim of the bed. She
is the eldest, unfortunately, and once she took the
strap out of the bed to me when I objected.
" He loves me — oh, he does ! " she moaned, " only
he is not free."
" He is in the power of a wicked witch, like the
one who enchanted Jorinde and Joringel in Grimm ! "
I said, and tried to go to sleep and thought a little.
Lady Scilly isn't old, like the German witch, but I
remember what the Ollendorff man said to me about
her being a " fairy,'' and I know there is some con-
nection between them. Fairies are those who would
do harm if they had the power ; witches have the
power, but only because they are old and don't care
for the things they cared for when they were young.
Ariadne will never be a fairy when she grows up,
she will always be too silly, and get put upon in
society, though in private life she is quite up to her
rights, and talks as loud as any one and doesn't
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trouble to be die-away. Men never see that side of
girls, mercifully they are able to keep it out of sight
till they are at least married, and on the pig's back,
as Peter says. It is the unromantic things they
are ashamed of. Ariadne wouldn't mind Simon
knowing she had appendicitis, but not for worlds
that she had a corn on her foot and had to have it
cut, or a chilblain, and it burst.
Presently she woke up and said, " Will any one
tell me why a woman like that should be allowed
to ruin his young life ? "
" All young men have nine lives like a cat, there
will be eight left for you to ruin, when you get him
— but you never will." I always add this not to
raise false hopes. " And, goodness me, you can't
expect to get a young man all to yourself, as fresh
and shining as a new pin ! "
" Yes, I do ! " said Ariadne crossly. " I want
a safety-pin even. I am a new pin myself — I have
never loved anybody but Simon, now have I ? "
I didn't answer that, but said I did wish we might
turn over and go to sleep, when Christina rapped
on the wall with a hairbrush and begged us to be
quiet.
" Yes. All right ! We will ! " I yelled, and I
certainly wouldn't have said another word, but
Ariadne began again, five minutes later.
" Tempe, why do these wretched married women
— I'd be ashamed to be one — always want every-
body at once ? She has got Mr. Pawky, and "
"Mr. Pawky is only for money," I said. I was
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not going to tell her about her dear Simon paying
Lady Stilly 's bills as well as poor Pawky.
" And Simon's for love, then — oh dear ! And
George for literature. I am prettier than her,
Tempe ? Say I am — oh say I am, I want to hear
you say it."
" I won't say it. You are far too conceited
already."
" That is the same as saying it," answered Ariadne,
and got calmer. " And at all events I am real, and
that's more than she can say. I don't have to peel
off my charms and put them away in a drawer like
she has to." (Ariadne is able to put her poems quite
in grammar, but I suppose she thinks it unnecessary
to be always at a stretch.)
" I don't believe realness counts at all with young
men," I said. " I believe they really and truly
enjoy kissing paint, and groping about the floor for
pin curls when they've done, and powder on their
shoulders when they go out into the street from
calling."
" Goodness ! " cried Ariadne, almost shrieking,
" you don't suppose Simon ever went as far as
kissing her ? If I thought that, I'd "
" What ? "
" Never let him kiss me again. He hasn't of
course, yet I Oh, Tempe, I wish he had ! "
" There you go ! " I cried out, sick of her change
ableness. " First you want him not to, then you
wish he had. And the poor thing must kiss some-
body— he's got no mother, and kissing Almeria
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would be like kissing a cactus or cuddling a porcu-
pine. Do please keep to your own part of the bed,
you don't respect the strap a bit ! I shall be on the
floor in a minute. I'm lying right in the hem of the
sheet now."
Ariadne kindly made a little more room for me
as I was patiently listening to her, and went on.
" Tempe, I have learned in three short seasons
some of the bitter truths of so-called society "
Just then, as any one could have foretold from
the noise we were making, Christina walked right
into the room.
" Will you two children be quiet ! Why are you
crying, Ariadne ? "
Ariadne said she wasn't crying, and at the same
time asked Christina to be good enough, as she was
up, to get her a clean pocket-handkerchief out of
the drawer, one of those tied up with blue ribbon,
not pink, for they are larger and plainer. Christina
got it and then came and sat on my foot, which she
could scarcely help doing, as I was only just but
tumbling out of the bed altogether. She was ex-
ceedingly nice and sympathetic and agreed that
Lady Scilly ought to put Simon back, for he was too
little a fish for her to hook, being only twenty-four
and she thirty-eight. She assured Ariadne, much
as Mother used to assure me, that there were no
ghosts — then if there aren't, what are the white
things one sees hanging about the doors of rooms ? —
that Simon didn't really care for an old thing like
that, and that if he did, her attraction must natur-
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ally wear out in the course of ages, and that Simon
wouldn't be so very old by the time that happened,
and would know a nice girl when he saw one, with
his unjaundiced eyes.
She also thought Ariadne should not put upon
me so, and should give me a bigger piece of
bed.
I was thinking all the time she was talking of
George, and how Mother too as well as Ariadne was
unhappy because of this evil fairy. I wished the
Scilly motor-car might upset and spoil Lady Scilly
a little sooner, and that Simon mightn't be in it
when that happened.
When Christina had tucked me in, and kissed us,
and gone away, I made Ariadne make me a solemn
promise that come what would, if she were ever
married to Simon Hermyre, or indeed to any one else,
that she would let all the others alone and not
poach ; for even if a young man seems unattached,
you may be pretty sure there's a girl worrying about
him somewhere in the background. One woman,
one man ! That's my motto, and indeed a woman
now-a-days is lucky if she gets a whole man to her-
self as Christina has Peter, and well she knows
when she is well off, and only laughs when her Peter
says, as he did at breakfast, when she offered him
Quaker Oats, " Woman, haven't you learnt that
my constitution clashes with cereals ? "
Ariadne woke up with a plan, and after Simon
had gone back to his friends at Henderland without
proposing, and a hearty breakfast, we went out
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into the village and bought sixpenny-worth of bees-
wax, and pinched it into the shape of a skinny
woman like Lady Scilly as near as we could. Then
we laid it in a drawer on one of Ariadne's best silk
ties, and we stuck a pin into it every day. I don't
know if it did Lady Scilly any harm, but it did
Ariadne a great deal of good. She looked down the
columns of the Morning Post every day to see if
Lady Scilly was ill, or perhaps even dead ? When
we left Rattenraw she gave the waxen image to
Christina, and asked her to be good enough to
finish up the boxful of best short whites on it.
Christina promised faithfully that she would, and
said that we might rely on her, as she had a little
private spite of her own to work off on that lady.
I knew what it was, *'. e. Lady Scilly's having
tried to flirt with Peter, or at least Christina thinks
that she did. Wives always think that only let
them get into the same room with them, other
women make a bee-line for their own particular
dull husbands ! Christina is nice, but she is just
like another wife when it comes to preserving
Peter.
The Squire saw us off, with an enormous bouquet,
that we put under the seat, having started, and
forgot. So did Ariadne forget the Squire. One can
only hope that after a decent interval he will marry
Grace Paterson.
She is a substantial farmer's daughter, in spite of
her thinking she can write. But she can wring a
fowl's neck, and make butter, two things that Ariadne
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never would be able to do, the one from disgust and
the other from native incompetence and a hot hand.
As regards the Squire's position, Grace is very nearly
a lady, and he is very nearly not a gentleman, so it
ought to turn out all right.
CHAPTER XVIII
LADY SCILLY has had three nervous chills this
autumn, and one motor spill and a half, so I think
that the sixpence was well spent on beeswax. Chris-
tina in her letter to us said that she had stuck the
figure so full of pins that it had fallen apart, where-
upon she had consumed the bits before a slow fire,
muttering incantations the while. I asked her what
she did say, afterwards, and she said that " Devil !
Devil ! Devil ! " repeated quite steadily till it melted,
seemed all that was necessary, and that the simplest,
strongest incantations were the best.
Simon Hermyre comes here very often to call on
Mother, whom he likes, if possible, better than
Ariadne. He says that she is like Cigarette in a
novel of Ouida's. I believe Cigarette was a
Vivandiere. I suppose it is Mother's neat figure
makes him think of her as Cigarette. Simon adores
Ouida, and Dore is his favourite artist. He has
" that beautiful Pilate's wife's Dream " hung over
his bed at home, he says. I always think it looks
like a woman going down into her own coal-cellar
and awfully afraid of beetles !
Christina came on to us for a few days after stay-
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ing with her mother-in-law, and brought her sewing-
machine, The Little Wanzer, and taught Ariadne
and me to manage that wretched tension of which
one hears so much. She nearly lockstitched one
of my ears to the table, as I was learning with all
my might, but it was worth it, and to Ariadne it
was an advent.
Up to now, she has always thought she looked
very nice in her bags with holes in them for the arms,
and her twenty necklaces on at once, and her un-
describable colours. Beautiful colours never seem
to look quite clean, do you know ? It is all very
well for George, he is an author and not young, but
young men like you to look fresh, and well-groomed,
and above all to have a waist. Now a waist is not
even allowed to be mentioned in our house. Mother
left off hers, and her ear-rings too, at George's re-
quest, when she married him, and as she never goes
anywhere, she does not feel the want of them, but
even when Ariadne was seventeen, Elizabeth Caw-
thorne said that it was time that she began to see
about making herself a waist, and although George
laughed Ariadne to death about it when she told
him what the cook had said, yet it sank in, and I
used to wake up in the grey winter mornings and
find Ariadne sitting up in bed like a new sort of
Penelope taking tucks in her stays, which Mother
made her take out again in the daytime, knowing
how George would disapprove of it.
Ariadne managed to " sneak " a waist, and George
never noticed. That is the odd part of it ; we all
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think that that inch more or less makes such a
difference, and we may be panting with uncom-
fortableness all the time, and to the outward eye
look as thick as ever !
Ariadne's figure is not her best point. Her hair is.
It is well to find out one's best points early in life
and stick to them, as they say of friends. Ariadne
trains hers day and night in the way it should go,
but doesn't want. I wonder it stands it, and doesn't
come out in self-defence ! It is what they call
Burne- Jones hair, like cocoanut fibre, / think, but
Papa's friends admire it, and she gets the reputa-
tion of being a beauty on it in our set.
But in Lady Scilly's set, that is Simon's set more
or less, they think her a pretty girl, badly turned
out!
" Ah, you are your father's daughter, I see ! "
Christina said at once to her, when she caught her
sewing a black boot-button on to her nightgown,
because she couldn't find a white one. I did not
mention that I myself had begun to sew one of
Ariadne's iron pills on to my shoe, and only stopped
because it didn't seem to have any shank. But I
was saying, we have all the trouble in the world to
tidy up Ariadne before she goes down to the drawing-
room to receive Simon when he calls. Ariadne
comes out of her room half-dressed, and somebody
catches her on the landing and buttons her frock,
and perhaps the housemaid on the next floor points
out to her that she hasn't got on any waistband,
and another in the hall sticks a pin in somewhere,
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that shines in the sun, when she gets into the drawing-
room, and Simon puts his head on one side and
looks at it fixedly.
" DJgagee, as usual ! " he says in his bad French
accent, and yet he was two years at a crammer's to
get him into the Foreign Office, and one in Germany
to get polish, all before we knew him. He has got
something better than polish, I think, and that is
breeding. He is not the least shop-walkerish, and
yet they have the best manners in the world. Simon
says the most awful things, rude things, natural
things, but how can one be angry with him, when
he says them with his head on one side ? Not
Ariadne, certainly, and yet she can't stand chaff
as a general thing. Peter Ball could make her
cry by crooking his little finger at her.
Simon has curly hair — not at all neat — which he
can neither help nor disguise, though he forces
Truefitt to shingle it like a convict's so as to get rid
of the curly ends, which are his greatest beauty,
in mine and Ariadne's estimation. " Can't help
it. Couldn't bear to look like one of those
chaps."
He means the short-cuffed, long-haired, weepy-
eyed men he meets here sometimes ; not so often
as before though, for George is revising his visiting-
list. Ariadne hates them too, she hates everything
artistic now. She can't bear our ridiculous house,
all entrances and vestibules, and no bedrooms and
boudoirs to speak of. She laughs at the people who
come to describe it and photograph it for the Art
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papers, and wonders if they have any idea how
uncomfortable it is inside, and how different from
Highsam that Simon is always telling her about.
As for Simon, he seems to think it rather a disgraceful
thing to get into the papers at all, as bad as getting
summoned in the police court. His father won't
let Highsam be done for Rural Life, or lend Mary
Queen of Scots' cradle to the New Gallery. Mr.
Frederick Cook offered to put Almeria's portrait
in The Bittern with her prize bull-dog, Caspar, but
Almeria wrote him such a letter, almost rude, giving
him her mind about interviewing. She has a mind
on most subjects and never drifts. Simon has
the greatest respect for her views. On stable
matters certainly, I grant her that, but what can a
country mouse, however high-toned, know of the
troubles of town ? Her father trusts her to go to
Wrexham and buy the carriage horses, for he is
no judge of the " festive gee " now, he says. Almeria
likes art, too, and buys up all the Christmas numbers,
and frames the pictures out of them and hangs them
on the walls of Highsam Hall. Simon has borrowed
her opinions on art, and dress too, and they aren't
the same as Ariadne's.
" Great Scott ! " he said to Ariadne, when she
came down to see him one afternoon when he called,
wearing her best new Medicean dress that George
had specially designed for her. " If Almeria saw
you in that frock, with your sleeves tied up with
bootlaces ! I do hope you won't wear that absurd
sort of fakement at my Aunt Meg's on the twenty-
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fourth ! If you do, I swear I won't dance with
you in it ! "
Of course he didn't mean it really, he would have
danced with Ariadne in her chemise, out of chivalry
and cheek, but still Ariadne took it seriously, and
set to work to quite alter her style of dressing to
please Simon. The invitations to Lady Islington's
dance had been sent out a whole month in advance,
so you had to accept D.V. Ariadne had time to
take a few lessons in scientific dressmaking, and
then start on a ball-dress. Christina and I both
helped her, for we are as keen on her marrying Simon
as she is, and that is saying a good deal. We want
her in a county family, not a Bohemian one.
Ariadne bought some grey and scarlet Japanese
stuff that only cost ninepence-halfpenny a yard to
make her ball-frock without consulting either of us.
Christina said Quern Deus vult — and that though
you might look Japanese for ninepence-halfpenny a
yard, you never could look smart. And it was quite
true. Ariadne's body was all over the place, with
scientific seams meandering where they shouldn't.
When it was basted and tried on, she looked ex-
actly like a bagpipe in it. We were working in
the little entresol half-way up-stairs, and though
there are three Empire mirrors in that room, you
can't see yourself in any one of them, so we had to
tell her it didn't do, and never would do.
" Take the beastly thing off then ! " said Ariadne,
almost crying, and pitching the body across the
room till it lighted on Amelia's head. (Amelia is
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the dummy, and the only good figure in the house.)
" I won't wear anything at all ! "
" And I daresay you will look just as nice like
that ! " I said to tease and console her, but she
wouldn't be, and she left the body clinging to
Amelia, and began to put on her old blue bodice
again, and it was a good thing she did, for the door
opened and George and Lady Scilly came in.
" Dear me ! " Lady Scilly said, in her little drawly
voice, that comes of lying in bed late. " You look
like Burne- Jones' Laus Veneris — ' all the maidens,
sewing, lily-like a-row.' I persuaded your father
to bring me up to have a look at you. He says you
are so clever, Ariadne, and make all your own
dresses."
So George had taken in that fact ! I always
thought he thought dresses grew, for he has cer-
tainly never been plagued with dressmakers' bills.
" The eternal feminine, making the garment that
expresses her," said George.
" Ninepence-halfpenny isn't going to express me!"
Ariadne said, under her breath. "It covers me, and
that's all ! "
" I always think," George maundered, " that the
symbolic note struck in the toilette is in the nature
of a signal, a storm-signal if you will, of the prevail-
ing wind of a woman's mood. Her moods should be
variable. She should be a violet wail one day, a
peace-offering in blue the next, some mad scarlet
incoherent thing another —
" I don't see how you are going to do all that
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on ninepence-half penny," Ariadne said again, for
George was too busy listening to himself to listen to
her impertinence. " Why you can't even get the
colour ! "
"It is every woman's duty to set an example of
beautiful dressing without extravagance ! " and he
looked at Lady Scilly's pretty pink fluffiness. Paris,
of course. I hate Paris, where we never go.
"Oh, this," she said very contemptuously, looking
down at it as if it was dirt, as all well-dressed
women do. " This ! This cost nothing at all ! I
have a clever maid, you know ? "
" If all the women had clever maids that say they
have," Christina whispered to me. " What would
become of Camille, I wonder ? "
George continued, inventing a hobby as he went
on, " You must never quit an old dress merely be-
cause it has become unfashionable."
" My dresses quit me," said Ariadne, dipping her
elbow in the ink-pot, so that the hole in it didn't
show. " I'm jealous of the sofa ! It's better
covered than me."
I believe Lady Scilly noticed her do this, and
though she is lazy, she is kind, and she asked
Ariadne when she intended to wear " this creation."
" At Lady Islington's," Ariadne answered rather
sulkily.
" Oh yes, I know. A Cinderella. It is far too
good for that sort of romp, my dear child. I have
a little thing at home I could lend you just to dance
in — it is too dttutantish for me, and I do wish some
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one would wear it for me. If I send it round, will
you try it on ? And if it will do, keep it, and wear
it for my sake. When is the dance ? "
" The day after to-morrow ! " I answered for
Ariadne, who was overcome with gratitude, for she
knew what Lady Scilly's little dresses were like.
Camille's " little " would beat Ariadne's biggest.
" Then you shall have it to-morrow, and if you
can wear it, do ; I shall be so much obliged."
Ariadne said " thank you," a little ashamed to
think that Simon was coming to tea, and that the
only reason she cared about the dress was to dance
with Simon in it ; but I thought the settling of
Ariadne in life, and marrying into a county family,
was far more important than Lady Scilly's little
jealousies, and wanting to keep Simon to herself,
when she got so many, including George, so I told
Lady Scilly she was a brick and no mistake, and I
really thought so.
But Christina thought Ariadne had better try to
pull the first dress into some sort of shape, so that
she could wear it if the other dress didn't come.
" Put not thy trust in smart women ! " she said,
and as it happened, she was right, for the dress
never did !
At five o'clock on the very day of the dance, there
wasn't a sign of it, and Ariadne hadn't let herself
worry over it, by my and Christina's advice. We
told her that she had better keep all the looks she
had to carry off the home-made dress, for it would
require them. She didn't worry, but she was very
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angry with Lady Stilly, and anger made her eyes
so bright, and gave her such a pretty colour, that I
felt sure it would be all right. The dress wasn't
so very bad either ; we had given up all attempt at
getting it to fit, and that was better, for you could
tell that Ariadne had a very nice, simple girlish
figure underneath. Elizabeth Cawthorne came up
to see her " girl " when she was dressed, she nearly
always does, and she thought the dress sweet.
" That'll get him, that'll get him, Miss Ariadne,
you'll see ! " she kept saying ; it was very vulgar,
but then, poor Ariadne was so much in love that she
couldn't help liking it. She had taken particular
care of her hair, and when she lay down to rest in
the afternoon, she had put ten curlers in to make
sure of it's looking nice. And it did, like Moses in
the burning bush.
At nine she dressed and went, and Christina gave
her a kiss for luck, and I went to bed, for it was
quite ten o'clock. I was just jumping in (I always
take a header off the chest of drawers to stop me
getting stiff !) when I heard a great puffing and
panting at the bedroom door. Elizabeth Cawthorne
is getting fat. It goes with good-nature and beer.
And she is learning to drop her h's in the south.
" 'Ere ! " she said. " 'Ere ! " and shoved a great
card-board box under my nose. " With Lady
Stilly? s love and compliments"
I was out of bed again in two twos, and Elizabeth
and I unfastened the string, and there was a ball-
dress — the ball-dress !
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I felt inclined to burst out crying, to think of poor
Ariadne — so near and yet so far — dancing away,
perhaps, and losing Simon Hermyre's affection at
every step, because her dress hung badly, and looked
home-made, and here was a perfect dream of a dress,
lying quite useless on the bed in my room at home.
Elizabeth would have it out to look at; I indulged
her, keeping her rather dark fingers off it as well as I
could. It was all white, and fluffy, and like clotted
cream, and I do believe it was made on purpose for
Ariadne. There was a note with it, addressed to
my sister, which Elizabeth opened in her excitement.
I forgave her. It said —
" DEAR CHILD,
" My frock, I found, was not quite suitable,
your young waist must be larger than mine. So I
have ordered one to be made for you, and I do hope
it will fit and that you will look very nice in it, with
my love. I hope, too, that your father will approve
of my taste.
" Ever yours,
" PAQUERETTE SCILLY."
" That's all she cares about — that George should
think her -generous ! But if she had wanted me
or Ariadne to be grateful she should have managed
to get it here in time. I don't care for misplaced
generosity."
" Suppose, Miss," said Elizabeth, " that you was
to take a cab and go to where Miss Ariadne is, and
make her change ! Better late than never, I say."
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" My sister isn't a music-hall artist," I regret to
say was what I answered, and Elizabeth agreed, and
added too, that she hadn't altogether lost her faith
in the other dress, and that it might get Ariadne an
offer as well as a smarter. So then she went, and I
laid the dress out on Ariadne's bed, and lay down,
and tried to go to sleep with my eyes fixed on it,
and I did and even dreamed.
I was woke by feeling a heavy weight on my chest.
At first I thought it was indigestion, but as I began
to get more awake, I found it was Ariadne, who
was sitting there quite still in the dark. I joggled
her off, and then I began to remember about the
dress, but thought I would tease her a little first.
" Well, did you have a good time ? " I asked
her.
" Fairly," answered Ariadne.
" Did you have any offers — in that home-made
dress ? Elizabeth was sure you would."
" I believe I am all torn to bits ? " said Ariadne,
walking round and round her own train like a kitten
round its tail, and not intending to take any notice
of my question.
" Now don't expect me to help you to mend it.
It will take days ! "
Ariadne said, " I shall not touch it. I don't
mean to wear it again, but hang it in a glass case
and sit and look at it. It is a wonderful dress ! "
" Don't drivel ! " I said, " unless there is really
something particular about the dress that I don't
know."
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She didn't even rise to that, so I said, " I wonder
you don't light up, and have a good look at it."
" There is no hurry, is there, about lighting the
candle ? " Ariadne said, sitting plump down on a
bureau, and looking as if she didn't mean to go to
bed at all. I believe she smelt Lady Scilly's dress
on her bed, and was keeping calm just to tease me.
" Did any one see you home ? " I asked.
" Yes, some one did," she answered, still in a sort
of dream.
" Did he kiss you in the cab ? " I at last asked
her, thinking that if anything would rouse her, that
would. She was sitting, as far as I could tell, in the
cold moonlight, looking fixedly at her hand as if she
wanted it to come out in spots like Saint Catherine
Emmerich. I was riled to extinction.
" Oh, for Goodness' sake, get to bed ! " I cried.
" And if you are going to undress in the dark, to
hide your blushes, I should advise you to get into
your bed very very carefully ! "
That did it.
" You naughty girl," she said quite quickly.
" Have you been putting Lady Castlewood there
with her new lot of kittens ? It's too bad of
you ! "
She lit the candle, and then I noticed that her
ears were quite red. She saw the dress at the same
instant and went across and fingered it.
" So you have come ? " she said, talking to it as
if it were a person. " You are rather pretty, I
must say, but I have done very well without you."
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" Well," said I, " you are condescending. Who
tore your skirt, if one might ask ? "
" Mr. Hermyre."
" Mister now ! How intimate you have become
to be]afraid of his name ! Ha ! I believe she's shy ?
How often did you dance with Mister Hermyre ? "
" Oh, don't tease me, Tempe dear. As often as
there was, I am afraid."
" Afraid ? Yes, you will be talked about, and
he will have to marry you, there ! "
" He is going to," said Ariadne, quietly letting
down her hair. I didn't know my own Ariadne.
She had turned cheeky in a single night !
I looked about for something to take her down
with, and I found it.
" Did you — did you put your head on his shoulder
when he had asked you, as we have always agreed
you would ? "
" I may have — I don't know — I hope not ! "
" You hope you didn't, but you know you did !
Well, I wonder it did not run into him, or put his
eye out or something ? "
" Beast, what do you mean ? "
" Only that you have got a haircurler in your
hair, near the left side, and I presume it has been
there all the evening ! "
Ariadne put out the light and came and sat on
my bed after that, and told me all about it quite
nicely.
As far as I could make out, Pique had begun it.
There had been a slight difficulty with another man
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who was not a gentleman although he was a Count —
fancy, at Lady Islington's ? — and he had been rude
to Ariadne about a dance, and Ariadne had ap-
pealed to Simon although he wasn't so near her as
some other men, and Simon had at once insulted
the other man, and had danced with Ariadne all the
rest of the evening to spite him and Lady Scilly,
who had brought him, and whose new " mash " he
was. I believe he's the German chauffeur I saw
in her car.
But Ariadne would have it that it was the fan
business that had brought it on — that fan he gave
her at Whitby he had broken at Whitby, and he had
never bought her a new one. We had often talked
about it, but of course never mentioned it to Simon.
Lady Islington is Simon's Aunt Meg, and he is
awfully afraid of her. After the row with the
chauffeur Count, Ariadne had felt quite strange and
frightened — he made nasty speeches, as not gentle-
men do when they are riled — and Simon had taken
her to a window-seat in a long gallery sort of stair-
case. She sat beside him for a long while feeling
as if she could not breathe, long after all fear of the
other man had passed away. She thought it could
hardly be that still, and yet she felt as if a cold hand
or a key, like when your nose is bleeding, was being
put down her spine, though of course there was
none. Simon didn't say anything, he seemed to be
thinking, but she dared not look at him for some
reason or other. But she said she wished, as she
sat there, more than anything else she had ever
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wished in the world, more than she had wished I
would get better of the scarlet fever when I was a
baby — that he would take hold of her hand that
was lying in her lap. She kept on staring at it,
imagining his taking hold of it, " willing " him to
do it. She wanted him to do this so badly that she
nearly screamed and asked him right out ; but no,
it would have been no good unless he had done it of
his own free-will. The music had not begun, and
she seemed to fancy it would not begin until Simon
had done that silly little thing. She felt somehow
that he was thinking of this too, or something like
it — something to do with her, at any rate.
She hated explaining all this to me, but I made
her, for she had always solemnly promised to me
she would tell me exactly how her first offer took
place.
Then the music began and the people on the stairs
got up, and some of them were sure to come past
where they were. She says she felt Simon take a
resolution of some kind, and yet all he said was,
" Have you got a fan ? "
Ariadne didn't know in the least what he meant,
but she knew it was all part of the thing that had
to happen now, and at once answered quite truly —
" I haven't got one. You broke it."
" And didn't I give you a new one ? What an
objectionable brute I am ! Well, then we must
do without. I only hope my Aunt Meg doesn't
see me ? "
And he kissed her.
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This was the strangest way for it to happen, as
Ariadne and I agreed, quite different from all our
plans and expectations. For of course he then told
her he loved her, and wanted to marry her. It was
very nearly all at the same time, but yet he kissed
her first. Nothing can alter that fact, and it was
in the wrong order, and so I shall always say,
except that Ariadne has made me promise never to
allude to it again. And of course, as she kept her
promise, I shall keep mine.
Simon Nevill Hermyre and Ariadne Florentina
Vero-Taylor are to be married in three months at
latest, they settled it that very night, subject to
parents. Sir Frederick may raise objections, but
Ariadne was able to assure Simon that George won't,
he doesn't care about keeping Ariadne a day longer
than he needs to. As Mr. Simon Hermyre's fiancee
she is only an encumbrance now, not an advertise-
ment, for of course Simon won't let her do Bohemian
things or dress queerly any more. And she is and
will be as dull as ditch-water for at least a year,
like all engaged girls. She bores me.
CHAPTER XIX
DEAR Simon let his hair grow comparatively long
to be married to Ariadne in, to please me. I was
chief bridesmaid, and stood next Almeria; Jane
Emerson Tree was third bridesmaid, and behaved
fairly well, though I am told she did bite off and eat
the heads of the best flowers in her bouquet while
the service was going on, and Jessie Hitchings, who
stood next her, couldn't prevent it, for she hadn't
a single pin on her she could get at. I expect
Jane Emerson was very ill after all that stephanotis !
I treated her with studied contempt, and only
asked her what she thought of Ariadne's " waist "
this time, and didn't she wish she could have one
as above reproach when she was married, if she ever
found time to get married between her great actings ?
Why, Ariadne's dress was made by Camille ! I
was as intimate as possible with Jessie Hitchings,
the coal-agent's daughter from Isleworth. That did
Jane Emerson good. Ariadne asked her to be one
of her bridesmaids just to please Ben, who adores
her, and doesn't see that she is a bit common. Men
in love never do. Still, she is our only childhood's
friend, so Simon and even Almeria didn't make the
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least objection to have her included in the proces-
sion. They are not snobs, and if they were, are
high up enough to be able to afford to stoop, and
know everybody. As for Almeria, she came out
wonderfully, and I really don't mind her at all.
As the bridesmaids' hat wouldn't set without a
bank of hair or something on the forehead for it to
rest on, she was sensible enough to buy a pin-curl
at the Stores and stick it on under the brim for the
occasion. Ariadne was very much softened towards
her by that, and I promised to go and stay with her
at Highsam later on and learn to ride.
George gave Ariadne his usual present, only more
so — a set of his own works beautifully bound, and
some of the old jewellery she has always had given
out to her to wear, to take away for her very own.
Mother gave her all her household linen, marked
and embroidered by herself. Peter Ball gave her
a gramophone, Christina a type-writer. The Squire
gave her his mother's best salad-bowl. Lord Scilly
gave her a great gold cup or beaker. I believe he
was trying to atone for the low joke he had practised
on her at the picnic. It was awfully good and
valuable, Simon said. Lady Scilly gave her a
Shakespeare bound in calf. I believe she meant a
hint about calf love, just the kind of thing she would
call a joke, and that Punch wouldn't put in ; but
Ariadne never noticed and was grateful, for she
happens to like Shakespeare for himself. To Simon,
I heard, Lady Scilly gave a queer sort of scarf or
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on it. I did not know what that meant, and Simon
said he was blest if he did, and he hung it on his
dog's collar afterwards.
Simon and Ariadne went to Venice for their
honeymoon. She took note-books, etc., but could
not write any poetry in Venice somehow, so shopped
all the time, especially bead necklaces. She didn't
care for her own hair any more when she came back,
she said every other girl in Venice had it. She had
put back her fringe, and wets it every morning to
make it keep flat, to please Sir Frederick Hermyre
arid Simon, who owned, after marriage, to a weakness
for smooth hair.
They are to live in Yorkshire at one of his father's
six places. He has given it to Simon, and Simon
is now the youngest J.P. on the bench, and is going
to breed shorthorns. I am to go and stay there
after Christmas.
George detests Christmas so much that he ignores
it, and forces us all to do the same. We may not
put up holly or mistletoe, or make a plum-pudding
or mince-pies. We have mince-pies always at
Midsummer, and plum-pudding on May Day, so
one does not miss them altogether, but all the
same, I have a sort of Christmas feeling come over
me at the right time, and could enjoy a Christmas
stocking or Santa Claus as much as any ordinary
Philistine child. So could Mother. Elizabeth says
it is all she can do not to give warning than stay in
such a God-forgotten house over the time, and she
makes a small plum-pudding for the kitchen and
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gets us all down, except George, to stir it on the sly.
Up-stairs no one dares to mention Christmas. If
we do, we are fined sixpence. We have all of us
to pay a whole shilling if a pipe bursts ? I don't
know if George would insist on money down, if it
happened, but it is an odd circumstance, that though
of course if they do burst, it is nobody's fault but
the plumber's, who came to put them right last time
and carefully left something wrong ready for the
next, now that this rule has been made the pipes
contain themselves, and don't burst at all.
When Ariadne was here, she always contrived
to send away a few parcels, and we received some,
of course. We cannot help people, who respect
Christmas, being kind to us then. George came in
once while we were undoing a few, and damned
" this whirling season of string and brown paper ! "
"I resent the maddening appeals of an over-
wrought post-office to post early. Why should I
post early ? Why should I post at all ? I forbid all
mention of the egregious subject ! "
And he went out, and we asked Elizabeth to bring
our parcels up to our bedrooms in future.
The Christmas after Ariadne left us, we didn't
mind obeying him, we were so sad without her. I
missed having some one to bully. George missed
having two to bully instead of one. He has always
sworn, but now he took to swearing as if he meant it,
and saying bitter things to Mother, and poor Ben's
chances of school are farther off than ever. He got
quite desperate, did poor Ben, and asked Mother
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to make some arrangement by which she could give
him less to eat and put what she could save aside
for his schooling. He said he was willing to live on
skilly if only he might go to school, and from what
he heard, he wouldn't get much better there, so he
might as well get used to it. Mother cried, and said
no, she couldn't save off his keep, that she must
make a man of him at any rate, and would try to
save money some other way, or even make it ? She
would think till she thought of a plan. Meantime
she would buy him some books, and Mr. Aix would
look over his exercises if Ben went regularly to his
rooms in Pump Court. Ben tried, but it is so
awkward for him, since he started valeting George
at Whitby. George can't do without him, and calls
for him at all sorts of times, and Ben must be at
call. George swears at his sulky expression while
folding up coats, stretching trousers, etc., but I am
afraid Ben will have the melancholia soon if he
doesn't get what he has set his heart on. If Mother
could only raise the money, she says she would go
straight to George with it, and tell him that she
meant to pay the cost of Ben's education, for it is
money, she is sure, and nothing but money, which
prevents his making up his mind which school ?
Gracious me ! Schools are all alike, all beastly, and
a necessary evil for the sons of men.
I often wonder if the people he goes among, and
stays with — " he is the devil for country houses ! "
Mr. Aix says, " he has got them in the blood," — I
wonder if when they see him come smiling down to
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breakfast — he has to come down to breakfast in some
houses, never at home — they realize that he has a
wife and children and a secretary, and three cats
depending on him ? For I believe he is the kind of
useful guest who has small talk for breakfast, which
reminds me of those houses where the cook gets up
early to bake the little hot cakes people like, and
what it means to her, no one imagines ! George
stokes and talks at the same time, and that is one
reason why they all love him and ask him madly
for Saturdays to Mondays or longer.
George is not well just now, his voice is all in his
throat, and husky. His hair is getting very grey,
and suits him ; his eyes are large, like a sad deer's.
He is still as graceful. Mr. Aix says he has taken
to wearing stays. I don't believe this. I am the
only one in the house who sticks up for George.
Ben hates him, so does Aunt Gerty. Ben will go on
hating him till he is allowed to go to school. Mother
never speaks of him, so I don't know how she feels
about him. In cold weather he is always much
nicer to her. He feels the cold of England. He
has written about Italy till he is half Italian. He
has got a new secretary, a " singularly colourless
personage," whom Mother likes very much. She
isn't half so amusing as Christina, but Lady Scilly
says she is far more suitable.
After Christmas was over, George left us and went
to " The Hutch," Lady Solly's place in Wiltshire.
Her novel is nearly finished, and Ben says she has
piped all hands on deck — I mean all the people who
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are helping her have to be ready with their help.
There is a lawyer and a doctor among the crew, but
George is master-skipper. I believe that she will
drop them all when once the book is done ? George
too, perhaps. Though I am not sure she likes him
only for the sake of the novel ? He can be fascinat-
ing when he likes, and he does like with her. It's
such a good old title.
I think I am right, for he was away a long time,
indeed he has never stayed so long at " The Hutch "
before. He has his own suite there, and all the
other rooms are called after the names of his novels
or characters in them. Could any one pay an author
a greater compliment ?
Mrs. Ptomaine was not staying there — Never no
more ! — but she has a lady friend who was, and the
friend says Lord Scilly is beginning to get " restive."
Mrs. Ptomaine comes to see us, at least to see
Aunt Gerty, a good deal ; she is no longer all in all
with Lady Scilly since the Mr. Pawky episode.
" And I didn't make much of him, after all ! "
she told Mother and Aunt Gerty. " Lady Scilly had
squeezed him nearly dry. He didn't trust women
any more, always imagined they wanted money.
And then dangled an empty purse at them, meta-
phorically. Poor old man, it is a shame to destroy
any one — even a millionaire's — confidence in human
nature. She borrows of every one, even the masseuse
and the charwoman, my dear, it's quite awful !
That poor, pretty young Hermyre ! I was quite
pleased when your sweet innocent daughter rescued
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him from the wiles of Stilly, and perhaps Charybdis
— who knows ? He looked weak ! "
" And so secured a weak child to look after him
and strengthen his hands ! " said Mother. It is no
use minding Mrs. Tommy, she isn't " quite eighteen
carat," Aunt Gerty says, or else she would surely
not discuss a woman's own son-in-law to her face.
But, she is a journalist, and journalists know no
laws of consanguinity or decency even. If one is
to get any good whatever out of the press, one must
accept it with all its inconveniences, and Aunt
Gerty and mother think everything of the press in
these days. They ask Mrs. Ptomaine to dinner
continually, and Mr. Freddy Cook to meet her.
And Mr. Aix as a standing dish, and Aunt Gerty of
course. Then they make a lot of noise and smoke
all over the house except the study. Mother won't
let them go in there at all while George is away. I
hear them talking between the puffs —
:c You can engage to work so and so, eh ? " or
" Have you got thingumbob ? "
Mr. Aix is writing a play. He brings the acts over
here as he writes them, and gets Mother to speak
the woman's part for him, so that he sees how it
goes. He says Mother is a great dear, and he
tells her continually how she helps him, how she
puts the right interpretation on him at every turn.
I never should have thought Mr. Aix difficult to
understand, but then a man has to be very modest
to realize that he takes no understanding and is as
plain as a pike-staff. And as Mr. Aix always speaks
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the brutal truth — he can't wrap anything up — he is
as " crude as the day," so George often says — I
don't see Mother's cleverness.
They talk of The Play as if it was a baby. * ' Mustn' t
christen it before it is brought into the world," and
" One thing you can confidently predict about it,
it can't be born prematurely ! " and so on. They
use the study in the mornings, and Mr. Aix sits in
George's swivel-chair, and Mother takes the floor in
front of him. She reads the woman's part out
aloud and he criticises her. She must do it pretty
well, for he often calls out, " Oh, you darling ! "
when she has said a particular piece. " What a
divine accent you give it ! " " That will knock
them ! " " Wicked to hide such a talent ! " and
praise like that. He never asks Aunt Gerty to read
any, though she is a real actress and sits there and
criticises Mother all the time.
" Pooh, pooh ! " says Mr. Aix, " leave her to her
intuitions ! You battered professionals don't know
the value of a new note."
So I see that Mother never was a Professional, even
before George married her. And a good thing too !
Mr. Aix worked very hard at the play, and pro-
mised that it should be finished one day next week.
When George came home, he would want his study
of course, but we hadn't the remotest idea of his
arriving when he did, late one afternoon just before
dinner-time.
We were all hard at it in the study. Aunt Gerty
was making a pink surah blouse all over the study
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table and being prompter as well. Mr. Aix was in
George's swivel-chair, and Mother standing in front
of him. George was on us in a moment, just as
Mr. Aix had closed the manuscript with a slap.
" Our child comes on bravely ! " he was just
saying to Mother, as George appeared in the door-
way with his cigarette in his mouth.
Aunt Gerty whispered to Mother, " I'll bet you
Lord Scilly has had him kicked out of the house.
Go on that tack ! " and bolted into the hall, for-
getting her pink surah spread all over the desk.
" Welcome back, old fellow ! " said Mr. Aix, turn-
ing round in the swivel-chair and putting a protect-
ing paw over Aunt Gerty's blouseries. They would
be sure to irritate George, he knew; so they did.
George turned quite white with temper and flung
his coat off, and Mother caught it across her arm as
if she had been a servant. There seemed to be a
great noise in the hall, and Polly came in looking
disgusted, as servants always do when it is a question
of not paying one's just debts.
She began " If you please, sir, the cabman "
but her voice was quite drowned between the cabman
relieving his mind in the hall outside and George
inside. He seemed bewildered, but able to swear
all the time.
" Won't you pay your cab, George ? " said Mother
gently, " and then you can abuse me at your
leisure ! "
Mr. Aix went to pay the man, and I thought I
had better get out of the room with him. George,
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was sitting bolt upright in his chair, and Mother
like a little school-girl before him. I don't know
what they said to each other, but George wouldn't
come out to dinner, but had a plate sent in.
Mother didn't alter her habits, but went to the
theatre with Mr Aix.
George's plate of dinner came out untouched.
After all it was my own father, and he had come
all the way from Wiltshire, and perhaps had been
kicked out of " The Hutch " as Aunt Gerty said.
I knew enough of Lady Scilly to know how change-
able she is, and perhaps it was only her novel she
cared for. I went to him, as bold as a lion.
He was sitting still where he had been before
dinner, only his head was on his hands among Aunt
Gerty 's blouse trimmings.
" Shall I take these away ? " I asked. " Don't
they make you angry ? "
" I haven't noticed."
I saw he was ill, not to mind all Aunt Gerty 's
horrid pink shape all over his papers ! I sat down
on the edge of the table and he didn't even scold
me.
" Where is Lucy — my wife ? " he asked me
presently.
"My Mother?" said I. "She's gone to the
theatre."
" Is that usual ? "
" Quite usual. She generally goes with Mr. Aix,
but to-night Aunt Gerty has gone with them."
" Chaperons them, eh ? "
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I didn't like to hear him call Mother and Mr.
Aix them in that insulting bracketting way, so I
said —
" Mother has stayed in all her life. She wanted
a change."
" Aix ? " said he, " for a change ! God ! "
" She's collaborating with Mr. Aix."
" Damn him and his play too."
" Oh, not his play, George. Mother would be so
grieved."
Then George suddenly pulled a paper out of his
pocket and said, " Read that aloud, child."
" Is it a bit of your new novel ? "
" Yes, it is a bit of my new novel. Read."
I did.
" We talk and talk, and never act. Oh, this curse of
civilization I You make excuses for S , for your
bitter enemy. Magnanimous, but effete ! He is behav-
ing well, but so unpicturesquely. He offers a woman
no excuse for staying with him. Oh, Italy ! Italy !
You, magician, have made me long for the life of Italy,
the silver incandescent sands, the passionate brown of
the olives — but why should I try to outdo you in your
own imitable manner ? "
" /wimitable, you mean, don't you, child ? But
no, we will not trust this white devil of Italy. Go
and fetch me a plateful of cold meat. And here
are the keys ; go down to the cellar and get a bottle
of Burgundy. Gorton eighty-eight. You'll see the
label. We will carouse."
I was delighted. George and I finished the bottle
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between us, and he ate a good supper, and said no
more of Mr. Aix, or Mother either.
I almost liked George just then. I saw why
Lady Stilly liked him. He is funny and gentle. I
asked him to choose a school for Ben, and he said
he would think about it. It is the oddest feeling to
suddenly become " pals " with one's own father.
I had never known it before. There is some good
in George, and his eyes are very bright.
CHAPTER XX
MY mother is changed — not horrid, but quite
changed. She goes out nearly every morning at ten,
with Aunt Gerty, whose manners are worse than
ever, and who has a little chuckling, cheerful way of
going about that simply irritates me to death !
There is a secret, evidently, and George and I are
out of it. It brings us together. He is not happy,
no more than I am, no more than Mother is. She
is excited, not happy. She has taken to wearing
her mouth shut lately ; once we used to tease her
because she kept it open, and looked always just as
if she were going to speak, or had done speaking.
But Mother is a good woman. Although she gads
about so much, she doesn't neglect her household
duties. She sees after George's comfort as much
as ever, and keeps all onions out of the house as
usual. The more she fusses over him, the less he
likes it. He shook his head once, when Mother had
tidied his writing-table for him — it took her two
hours — and then he said half-laughing, " A bad sign,
Tempe ! Read your Balzac."
I don't read Balzac, and I don't know what George
means. I don't try, and I find that is the best sort
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of sympathy one can give. At any rate, he likes it,
and he is always having me in his study, and teach-
ing me to type- write, and saying little things, like that
I have put down, under his breath. He mutters a
good deal to himself, not to me, and wants not so
much some one to talk to, as some one to talk at.
We hear no more of Lady Scilly. She has not
been here since Ariadne was married. Ariadne
was an excuse. Mother never gave her an excuse
to come to see her, she had never accepted her, or
been rude to her either. She simply ignored her.
So Lady Scilly not having Ariadne to come and
fetch, had no particular reason for coming to us,
unless she came to see George, and she could have
seen him more easily at " The Hutch " or her
town-house, till quite recently. She used to come
here about her novel, but most uncomfortably, for
Christina was a sad dragon, and looked down her
nose at her. Christina could curl her nostril really,
which very few women can do. It is a horrid thing
to have done at you, and withers you soonest of
anything. Now the novel is finished, and the type-
written copy, tied up like Christmas meat, is going
the social round of all the literary men who have
been asked to , her dinner-parties with a view to
their favourable opinion. I know that Mr. Frederick
Cook has had it, and written her a polite letter about
it, though that won't prevent him slating it in The
Bittern if he wants to. So Mrs. Ptomaine says.
I know that what Aunt Gerty said in spite, and
to give Mother a stick to hit George back with when
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he came and found us doing dressmaking in his
sacred study, was true. Lord Stilly had told George
not to go to his house any more. Perhaps Lady
Stilly had said he might ? Having no more use for
George, she may have given Lord Stilly a free hand
with him, and perhaps a free foot, who knows ? I
think she is not nice. I am on George's side now,
as far as outside politics go, though I shall never
approve of the way he treats my brother Benvenuto.
Lady Stilly came to Cinque Cento House at last,
and George didn't " look that pleased to see her,"
as Elizabeth Cawthorne said afterwards. Elizabeth
Cawthorne has no opinion of her, nor of the way
she goes on with that German fellow. She means
the man who was so rude to Ariadne at the Isling-
tons', at least he was far too kind for politeness.
He was a Count then, but he is also Lady Stilly 's
chauffeur. He was waiting outside on her motor
at this very moment, quite the servant. She took
him to her aunt's ball for the fun of it, I suppose,
and it was easy to pretend he was somebody, for
he looks quite military and distinguished.
Elizabeth showed her into the study, saying
gruffly, " A female to see you, sir."
" Paquerette ! " said George, in real amazement,
as she floated in, and when the door had closed on
Elizabeth Cawthorne, went a little down on one
knee and looked up into George's face, saying, as
I have heard the French do to their professors of
painting or music, — " Cher maitre ! "
George had taught her to do this in the days
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when he was really her professor, and she wanted
to do everything as Bohemians do in the Quartier
Latin, but only the way she looked at him as she
said it I could tell that she had no further use for
him.
I was sitting at the type- writer, in the corner of
the room, as if I were in my castle, and I stayed
there. It was getting dark and they didn't think
of turning on the electric light. Besides, George
had at first made me a little sign which I understood,
because of the entente cordiale we had had for some
time, to stay where I was, and I like doing what
people seem to want, especially when it goes with
what I want myself. Then he forgot me altogether.
Lady Scilly, I believe, never saw me at all, for she
never said how-do-you-do, or looked my way, and
yet we had not quarrelled. George put on his
" pretty woman " manner, and raised her, and made
her sit in a nice high-backed chair that suited her.
" How nice of you to come ! My wife is out.
By the way, I may as well tell you, she is leaving
me."
I nearly fell off my chair. Lady Scilly looked
upset ; for she hadn't come to see Mother, and
hadn't thought of asking whether she was out or
not. She collected herself, and said to George with
some dignity —
" You put it crudely."
" I do. I never mince my words, except in books.
It is as I say. I shall not oppose it. I hope that
my unhappy partner may one day come to know
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the bourgeois happiness I have been unable to give
her. Unlucky fellow that I am — cceur de cttibat,
you know ; an Alastor of Fitz John's Avenue, the
Villon of Maresfield Gardens "
" No woman's such a fool as to leave a place like
this "
" What does Shelley say ? Love first leaves the
well-built nest "
" You certainly are a most extraordinary man ! "
she mumbled. George puzzled her by changing
about so.
" Yes," he answered her, smiling. " Come, take
off your furs and make yourself at home. Com-
promise yourself merrily. I suppose now, by all the
rights and wrongs of it, I ought to invite you to
bolt with me, but I am weak, I shall not."
" Are you quite sure you won't be stronger by the
end of this interview ? "
" Oh, is this an interview ? Ah, why be formal
and boring ? Why stable the steed after the horse —
I mean the novel is out ? It will be a huge success,
so your enemies predict. Frederick Cook of The
Bittern writes me that this, the latest output of a
militant aristocracy, seeking to beat us with our own
weapons, is chockful of cleverness and primitive
woman. What more do you want ? "
" D. the novel ! I want you ! " she said, stamp-
ing her foot.
" Oh, throw away the fugitive husk and the rind
outworn — the creed forgotten — the deed forborne —
how does it go ? Give a poor author a chance, now
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that you have sucked his commonplace book dry,
and torn the heart out of his theories, butchered
him to make a literary agent's holiday."
" You are unkind."
" Don't say that. It is unworthy of you. Stale !
like the plot of the new novel you propose we should
work out together."
" I am prepared to go all lengths to assert "
" Your powers of imagination. I don't doubt it.
But I have been thinking it over, and I find it a
ghastly, an impossible plot. No, it would never
do, not even if we made a motor-motif of it. It
won't go on all fours. It would not even begin to
sell. It has none of the elements of popularity.
To begin and end with, there's not an atom of
passion about it, not even so much as would lie on
twenty thousand pounds of radium, and you know
how much that is ! "
" Don't imply that I am incapable of passion
in that insulting way ! " she said quite angrily. "It
shall never be said "
" It will never be said, unless we run away and
apply the test of Boulogne and social ostracism.
Believe me, Paquerette, things are best as they
are — going to be. There's true evolution in it.
When the feast is over, you put out the fluttering
candles, tear down the wreaths, open the windows.
When the novel is done "
" I hate you to talk like this ! " said she, making
a cross face.
" Women hate realism."
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" Women hate lukewarmness. Pull yourself to-
gether, George, and let us lay our heads together
to make Scilly — look silly. He's mad just now, but
it will pass off, he will get over it, and you will come
down to us at ' The Hutch ' as usual and more so.
Dear old Scilly will be the first to climb down "
George shook his head.
" No, no, non bis in idem. Not twice in the same
place." (I wasn't sure if he was alluding to the
kick Lord Scilly had given him or not.) " Go now,
you sweet woman. I want to be alone. You are
staid for."
" Yes, yes, I must go. You remind me. The
Count will be so deliciously irritated. Thanks so
much, so very, very much, for all your help and
timely assistance, your "
" Has the play been worth the scandal ? " George
asked her, while he was kissing her hand to hide
how much he loathed her, and was glad she was
going. He knew, as well as I knew, that she was
the kind of woman who kicks away the ladder she
has just got up by with a toss of her fairy foot,
and that he would never be asked to " The Hutch "
again. Mr. Aix would, more probably, because he
may chance to review what George has helped her
to write. And it seemed to me that she has been
massaged so much or so long or something, that her
cheeks are like flabby oysters, and her figure brought
out in all the wrong places. She was too pretty to
last kittenish and fluffy as she was when I saw her
come out of the public-house that first day.
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" Good-bye — then — George!" she said, with some-
thing between a sneer and a sob. " We meet again
— in society, not under the clock at Charing Cross."
What should take George and her there I cannot
imagine, but George bowed, and led her out, and I
followed them. There was her chauffeur in the car
as large as life — and as a German. Though indeed
he is very good-looking.
" I can see that he is cross in every line of his
back," Lady Scilly whispered to George as she left
him on the steps, and tripped down them, and got in
beside her crabstick Count. He received her most
coldly, and it was easy to see he was her master
more than her servant.
George grunted as he fastened the door. There
was an east wind blowing, and he was afraid of
catching cold after standing there bareheaded.
" She will probably bolt with him before the year
is out," he said, as we went back to the study
shivering. He played cat's-cradle with me till
dinner-time. It was all he was good for, he said,
and as the game appeared to amuse him, I didn't
mind making a fool of myself for once.
About Mother's going away that he spoke of to
Lady Scilly ! I believe it really is with Mr. Aix, as
George is so very civil to him. I don't see who else
it could be, for we see more of him than of any one
else. He is George's greatest friend, as well as
Mother's, and people don't run away with perfect
strangers, as a rule.
Mother was certainly up to something, for her
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eyes were as bright as glass, and she had hysterics
two days running. Aunt Gerty used to say while
these were going on, slapping Mother's palms and
vinaigretting her — " It is natural, you know — the
excitement." The excitement of running away, I
suppose. She used to make her lie down a great
deal, and " nurse her energy," for she " would want
it all ! " Mother was by far the most important
person in the whole house in these days, and instead
of George being out late, and needing his latch-key,
it was Mother who was always on the go, and dining
with the Press every other night of her life. At
least, I suppose Mrs. Ptomaine and Mr. Freddy
Cook are the Press, they are certainly nothing else
of importance. Mother joined a club, and stayed
there one night when there was a fog.
George never asks her any questions. He is too
proud, and of course he knows that she is too. She
wouldn't stand having her movements questioned,
any more than he would. But he began to look
ragged and grey, and to have indigestion. He
lived chiefly in his study. He fenced a good deal,
with Mr. Aix. He asked Mr. Aix to leave the button
off his foil, but Mr. Aix would not. George's other
distraction is Father Mack, who comes to see him a
good deal, and when George goes out now, which he
seldom does, it is to see Father Mack. Father Mack
is not oppressively stiff. Once George came back
from confession and set us all to try and translate
" The Survival of the fittest " into French, a pro-
blem Father Mack had asked him. Father Mack
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also gave Mother the address of a very good little
dressmaker. He lent George the Life of Saint
Catherine Emmerich, a lovely book. She was one of
those women who can think so hard of something
that it comes out all over their bodies, in spots.
People came from far and wide to look at her and
admire her, and her family allowed it, instead of
getting a trained nurse at five-and-twenty shillings
a week, and giving her a free hand till Catherine was
cured. It is my belief that she did not want to be
cured, she liked being praised for having so many
spots that you could fancy it was all in the shape
of a crown of thorns. Still it is a nice romantic
story, and the poor woman meant well.
Aunt Gerty says George is going to be a Vert, and
that I shall have to be baptized over again, and not
buried in consecrated ground when I die. She said
I need not bother to go on with preparing for my
confirmation, as all that would be stopped. I was
hemming my veil and I went on, for I believed she
was teasing. And as for Father Mack, he is quite
a nice man, and George doesn't swear half so badly
since he came under his influence.
One of these nights, when Mother had gone off to
dine at some restaurant or other, with a merry
party, Aunt Gerty said, I had a talk with Ben.
George, as usual now, dined in his study alone.
Ben told me some things Mother had been saying
to him, about better times coming, and darkest
before dawn, and so on. He wanted me to explain
her, but I couldn't, for the only fact I knew, viz.
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her going to Boulogne with Mr. Aix, would not do
Ben any good that I could see ? It is really no use
trying to find out what grown-up people mean,
sometimes, it is like trying to imagine eternity ;
one has nothing to go on.
We went to bed early, but I couldn't sleep ; after
what Ben had said I felt I must see Mother again
that night. I kept awake with great difficulty till
I heard the swish of her dress on the stairs, and
then I slipped out of bed and faced her. She was
too tired to scold, she had trodden twice in the hem
of her dress going up-stairs. When we got into her
own room, she let her cloak slide off on to the floor,
and came out of it like a flower, and looked awfully
nice in her low neck and bare arms.
" Oh, my pretty little Mother," I said. " I do
love you."
" You are just like every one else," she answered
me pettishly.
" I'm not," I said, but of course there is no doubt
about it, one does love people more in evening dress
and less in a nightgown.
" Did George ever see you like this ? " I asked.
" Often. Is he gone to bed ? "
" Yes, with a headache."
She took a candle and we went on tiptoe to his
room, Mother first taking off her high-heeled shoes,
for they would tap on the parquet and make a
noise. George was asleep. He had eaten one of
his bananas, and the other was still by the side of
his bed.
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" Hold the candle, Tempe ! " Mother said quickly.
It was that she might go down on her knees beside
George. She then buried her head in the quilt and
cried.
" Oh, George, I am doing it for the best — I am, I
am ! For my poor neglected boy — my poor Ben."
She upset and puzzled me so by alluding to Ben,
after my conversation with him that very evening,
that I dropped a blob of candle-grease on the sheet
near George's arm, and I was so afraid I had awak-
ened him, that I at once shut the stable-door — I
mean blew out the candle and made a horrible smell.
Mother jumped off her knees as frightened as I was
— Father Mack hasn't cured George quite of swear-
ing ! — and we made a clean bolt of it back to her
room, where she re-lit the candle and began to get
out of her dress as quickly as she could, while I
sat in a honeypot on the floor, and kept my night-
gown well round my legs not to catch cold, and
talked to her nicely, so as not to startle her.
" Of course, Mother dear, you are doing it for the
best, even if it is to run away."
" Run away ! Who says I am going to run
away ? "
" George."
" He told you ? "
" He told Lady Scilly."
" Did he, then ? He deserves that I should make
it true." She laughed, a laugh I did not like at all.
It wasn't her laugh, but I have said she was quite
changed.
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" Oh, Mother, don't laugh like that ! "
" You are like the good little girl in the play, who
preaches down a wicked mother's heart ! Well, my
dear, I'll promise you one thing. I will never run
away without you. Will that be all right ? "
" That will be all right," I answered, much re-
lieved. For although I am so much more " pally "
with George and sorry for him, I don't want to be
left with him. Perhaps I shall be allowed to run
over in the Marguerite from Boulogne sometimes on
a visit ? Then I could darn and mend for him,
as Mr. Aix would not be able to spare Mother from
doing for him. I did not mention Mr. Aix to her.
I thought she would rather tell me all in her own
time.
I often wonder if we three will be happy in
Boulogne, or wherever it is social ostracism takes
you to? I fancy the inconvenience of running away
is chiefly the want of society.
That is the only want Mother will not feel after
all those years buried away in Isleworth. Ariadne
is now happily married, so it won't affect her, though
I suppose that if this had happened a year ago, a
mother-in-law spending her days in social ostracism
would not have suited Simon's stiff relations. It
might have prevented him from proposing. I see
it all ; Mother unselfishly waited.
One thing really troubles me. Why does not
Mother do some packing ? I hope that she is not
going to run away in that uncomfortable style when
you only throw two or three things into a bag ? A
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couple of bottles of eau-de-cologne, and some hair-
pins, like Laura in To Leeward ? I, at any rate,
have some personal property, and I shall do very
badly without it in a dull, dead-alive place like
Boulogne. But I will be patient. Whatever Mother
does is sure to be right, even running away, which
gets so dreadfully condemned in novels.
George's new secretary is quite utilitarian and
devoted to him, she is not so farouche as Christina,
Mr. Aix says, or so charming. George keeps her
hard at work typing his autobiography, and doesn't
go to see Father Mack any more. I asked him why
he was " off " dear Father Mack, and he says last
time he went to see him it was the Father's supper-
time, and he saw a horrid sight. He could not
think, he says, of entrusting his salvation to a man
whom he had seen supping with the utmost relish
off a plateful of bullock's eyes. Just like George
to be put off his salvation by a little thing like that !
Though I always felt myself as if Father Mack was
not quite ascetic enough for a real right-down sinner
like George.
Tickets have come to George for the first night of
Mr. Aix's play. George calls it Ingomar, which vexes
Aix, because Ingomar is a certain old-fashioned kind
of play that only needs a pretty woman who can't
act, as " lead."
" Who's your Parthenia ? " he asked him.
Mr. Aix answered, " Oh, a little woman I un-
earthed for myself from the suburban drama — the
usual way."
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" Any good ? " asked George casually.
" I am telling her exactly what I want her to do,
and she looks upon me as Shakespeare and the
Angel Gabriel in one," said Mr. Aix, glancing across
at Mother, who pursed up her lips and laughed.
" I will take Tempe to your first night," said
George suddenly.
" A play of Jim Aix's for the child's first play ! "
cried Mother in a fright. " I shouldn't think of it."
" Children never see impropriety, or ought not
to," George said. " But if you don't wish it, I will
take Lady Scilly and the Fylingdales instead. It
will do the play good."
" It's a fond delusion," said Aix, " that the aris-
tocracy can even damn a play."
Of course I understood the impropriety blind.
Mother wanted me to be free to go away with her,
and the twenty-sixth was to be the night, after all.
I thought of the crossing by the nine o'clock mail
that we should have to do, and that I only know of
from hearsay, and wondered why they must choose
such an awkward time ? Perhaps we should not
after all cross that night, for surely Mr. Aix would
want to come before the curtain if called, and that
wouldn't possibly be till about ten o'clock, too late
for the train ?
Perhaps we should stay the night at an hotel ?
I should simply love that.
CHAPTER XXI
" SHALL I type your Good-bye to George ? " I
asked Mother. She said, " What do you mean ? "
I said, " The one you will leave pinned to your pin-
cushion in the usual place ? "
She laughed, and I again thought her most fear-
fully casual. There was no packing done, although
one would have thought she would have liked her
clothes nice and fresh and lots of them, so that she
shouldn't feel shabby at Boulogne, and let Mr. Aix
and herself down. As for my clothes — I really only
had one — one dress I mean — and it was hanging
loose where it shouldn't, and with a large ink-spot
in front nobody had troubled to take out with salts
of lemon or anything.
But I began to think some things had been sent
on beforehand, as advance luggage or so forth, for
Mr. Aix came in one evening, and when Aunt Gerty
raised her eyebrows at him, he said " A I ! " That
I fancied was the ticket number for the luggage,
so I felt more at ease.
One eventful evening, after Mother had been lying
down all day, I was told to put on my sun-ray
pleated, and to mend it if it wanted it. I did mend
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it and I put a toothbrush in the pocket of it, and
I kissed all the cats until they hated me. Cats don't
like kissing, but then I didn't know when I should
see them again ? I supposed some time, for running
away never is a permanent thing. People always
come back and take up housekeeping again, in the
long run.
The funny thing was, they had chosen the day of
Mr. Aix's first night to run away on. I suppose it
was in case he was boo-ed. Then the manager
could come on and say, " The author is not in the
house, having gone to Boulogne with a lady and
little girl, by the nine o'clock mail ! " That, of
course, was the train we were to catch. I looked
it out, I am good at trains.
George took Lady Scilly to dine at the Paxton
that night, and on to the theatre where some others
were to meet them. I have never been to a theatre
myself, only music halls. At six o'clock George
went off, all grin and gardenia. The grin was as
forced as the gardenia. I observed that.
Aunt Gerty badly wanted to go with Mr. Aix and
hold his hand, as he was as nervous as a cat. But
he wouldn't have her with him, and I don't wonder.
It would have been impossible to shake her off by
nine o'clock, and he would have missed the boat-
train, and Mother and me.
After our dinner, Mother went up to her room
and put on her hat, and told me to go to mine and
to put on my Shanter. I didn't intrude on her
privacy. I daresay she was saying a long good-bye
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to her old home, as I was. I filled my pockets with
mementoes. I took Ernie Fynes' list of horses —
for after all he is the only boy I ever loved, and it
is my only love-letter. I wondered what Mother
would take ? However, she came out of her room
smiling, and her pockets didn't stick out a bit.
She is calm in the face of danger ; just as she
was that awful day when I supplied a fresh lot of
methylated to a dying flame under our tea-kettle
straight from the bottle, and she had to put out the
large fire I had started unconsciously.
" Goodness, child, how you do bulge ! Empty
your pocket at once ! "
I did as I was told. We must buy pencils over
there, I suppose, but I held on to the tooth-
brush.
"Now you are not to talk all the way there and
tire me ! " Mother said, as we got into a hansom.
" I won't ; but do tell me where we are to meet
Mr. Aix ? "
" Mr. Aix ? I am sure I don't know. He will be
about, I suppose, unless they sit on his head to keep
him quiet ! Don't talk."
She put her hand up to her head, not because she
had a headache, but to keep her hair in place, as it
was a windy night, and I couldn't help thinking of
the crossing that I had never crossed, only heard
what Ariadne said about it, when she came back
from her wedding-tour. Ariadne tried seven cures,
and none of them saved her.
It was ridiculously early, only seven o'clock. As
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we drove on and on I began to hope that we were
going to lose Mr. Aix and go alone. But it was no
good. We stopped at a door that certainly wasn't
the door of a station, and Mr. Aix came out to meet
us. He squeezed our hands, and his hand was hot,
while his face was as white as a table-cloth. We
went in, up a dirty passage, and into a great cellar
where there seemed to be building constructions
going on, for I noticed lots of scaffolding and that
sort of thing. There were also great pieces of canvas
stretched on wood, and one very big bit lying there
propped against the wall had a landscape of an
orchard on it.
" What is it ? " I asked one of the people standing
about — a man in a white jacket.
" That, Missie— that's the back cloth to the first
scene," and then he mumbled something, about flies
and their wings, that I did not chose to show I
didn't understand.
" Oh, yes, quite so," I said to the dirty man in
the white (it had once been) jacket, and got hold
of Mr. Aix, who was mooning about in evening dress,
quite unsuitable for a journey. But he was always
an untidy sort of inappropriate man.
" Where's my mother ? "
" Oh, your mother ! Yes, she's gone to her room.
I'll take you to her."
"But are you going to make us live here ? " I
asked ; but bless the man ! he was too nervous to
take any more notice of me and my remarks. We
muddled along; I tumbled over a lump in the middle
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of the floor with grass sown on it, and caught my
foot in a carpet, made of the same. Mr. Aix quite
forgot me and I lost him.
" Mind ! Mind ! " everybody kept saying, and
shouldering past me with bits of the very walls in
their arms. They left the brick perfectly bare, as
bare as our old coal-cellar at Isleworth. (The one
in Cinque Cento House is panelled.) I saw an
ordinary tree, as I thought, but I was quite upset
to find it was flat, like a free-hand drawing. My
eyes were dazzled with electric lights, mounted on
strings, like a necklace, only stiff, that they pushed
about everywhere they liked. There were things
like our nursery fire-guard all round the gas, that
was there as well as electric. I noticed a girl go
and look through a hole in a bit of canvas or tapestry
that took up all one side of the wall, and went near
her.
" Pretty fair house ! " she said. She was a funny-
looking little thing, with hardly enough on, and
what there was was dirty, or dyed a dirty colour.
In fact no two persons there were dressed alike ; it
was like a fancy-dress party, such as the Hitchings
have at their Christmas-tree. The noise was deafen-
ing, they were shoving heavy weights about here
and there, without knowing particularly or caring
where they were going. My new friend had an
American accent, and was as gentle as a cat. She
went a little way back from the curtain with me
and stood by a man she seemed rather to like,
though he didn't seem to like her. He was very
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tall and big, and when she had been talking to him
a little while, she said suddenly —
" Excuse me ! I must not let myself get stiff ! "
and took hold of a great leather belt he wore, and
propped herself up by it and began to dip up and
down, opening her knees wide. The man didn't
seem to like it much, but he was kind and chaffed
her, till I got tired of her see-sawing up and down,
and talking of her Greekness, and asked one or the
other of them to be kind enough to take me to my
mother.
" Certainly, little 'un," said the man ; " kindly
point the young lady out to me. There's so many
in the Greek chorus ! "
" It is Miss Lucy Jennings' daughter," said some-
body near.
" I'll take you to her after my dance," said the
girl. " Wait. Watch me ! I go on ! "
It was a sort of hop-skip-and-a-jump, like a little
spring lamb capering about the fields and running
races with the others as they do, but not more than
that. They made a ring for her, and we all stood
round and watched her, and somebody sang while
she was dancing. She had no stockings at all on
her clean manicured feet, but a kind of open-work
boot of fancy leather. She came back as cool as a
cucumber, and no wonder, for she had nearly stayed
still, not so much exercise as an ordinary game of
blindman's-buff, and said to me, " Now, pussy, I
will escort you to your mommer."
She took me to the edge of the wall where a little
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stairs came down, and on the way we passed a boy
with one side of him blue and the other green, and
another man with wattles like a turkey hanging
down his cheeks and a baby's rattle in his hand. I
hated them all, they were streaky and hot, like a
nightmare, and simply longed for my nice, clean,
natural mother.
But when we got to a door and knocked, a woman
like a nurse came and answered it, and through her
arm I could see my mother, standing in front of a
looking-glass, under a gas globe with a fender over
it, and she was streakier than anybody. She had
a queer dress on too, with a waistband much too
low, and a skirt, shortish, and her hair was
yellow !
That finished me, and I screamed, " Oh, Mother,
where have you put your black hair ? "
Aunt Gerty, who was sitting on a large cane dress-
basket, told me to shut my mouth, and Mother
turned round and said —
"It is only a wig, dear, and the paint will wash
off, and then I will kiss you. Meantime, sit down
and keep still ! "
So I did, and watched the nurse arranging Mother
as if she was a child, nothing more or less. I turned
this way and that, trying to get the effect, but it
was no use, I still thought she looked horrid.
The others didn't think so. Aunt Gerty kept
saying, " Really, Lucy, I wouldn't have believed
it ! A little make-up goes a long way with us poor
women, I see. More on the left-hand corner of the
298 THE CELEBRITY AT HOME
cheek, Kate. The lighting is rather unkind here, I
happen to know."
So Kate put more on, and Mother kept taking
more off with a shabby bit of an animal's foot she
kept in her hand. She never looked at me at all,
she was much too busy. Then suddenly a little
scrubby boy came and said something at the door —
" Garden scene on T' and went away. The nurse
called Kate threw a coat over Mother, and we all
three went out and down the stairs.
Then for the first time I twigged what it was — a
Theatre! The people were acting all round us. I
knew acting well enough when I saw it, but what I
didn't know was behind the scenes, and goodness
me, I have heard Aunt Gerty talk about it enough !
I was ashamed of having been so stupid, and terribly
disillusioned as well.
The play was all the running away there was to
be ! Mother was going to be no more to Mr. Aix
than taking a leading part in his play amounted to.
My toothbrush literally burned in my pocket. I
had been made a fool of.
But when I came to think it over quietly, I did
not know but what I was not rather glad. It would
have been a horrid upset, this running-away idea,
and I believe George secretly felt it very much,
though he did swagger so and pretend he didn't
care. The only thing was, perhaps he would mind
Mother going on the stage even worse than running
away ? I longed to see him and hear what he had
to say about it.
THE CELEBRITY AT HOME 299
Mr. Aix was standing quite near us, between a
flat green tree and the wall of a temple. He looked
almost handsome ; I suppose it was the aroma of
success, for certainly this was a success. The audi-
ence seemed delighted with Mr. Bell, a great fat
actor in boots, with frilled tops like an ancient
Roman, who stood in the very middle of the stage
raging away at Mother about something or other
she had done.
" Bell's in capital form to-night," said Mr. Aix,
quite loud. " I'm pleased with him."
" I hope I shall content you too," said Mother,
who was shivering all over, and I don't wonder, for
the draughts in this place were terrific. Kate
handed her a bottle of smelling-salts.
" Better by far have a B. and S.," said Mr. Aix.
" No Dutch courage for me, thank you ! " said
Mother. " Tell me at once, is George and the cat
in the box ? "
" They are, and Mr. Sidney Robinson and the
Countess of Fylingdales. You must buck up, little
woman, and show them what you can do ! "
" And what you can do ! " she answered politely.
" I shan't forget you have entrusted me with your
play."
" And, by Jove ! you'll bring it out as no other
woman could. You can "
" I'm on ! " said Mother, suddenly, and shunted
the shawl, and pushed forward and began to act.
They clapped her at first and nearly drowned her
voice, but she went right on and abused Mr. Bell
300 THE CELEBRITY AT HOME
in blank verse. I was glad Mr. Aix hadn't made
her a laundress or a serio, but something nice and
Greek and respectable.
I stood there with Kate and Mother's shawl and
Aunt Gerty, and never knew what it was to be so
excited before ! The Greek girl came up to me and
said —
" Say, your mommer '11 knock them ! "
Then they seemed to come to a sort of proper
place to stop, and the curtain began to rattle down,
and Mother and Mr. Bell were holding each other
tight, like lovers, only I heard her say in a whisper,
" Mind my hair ! "
They stayed there a long time looking stupid,
even while the curtain was down and people were
clapping all round. Then I saw why they did it,
for it went up again, and again, and then they
parted and took hands the last time, and looked
straight in front of them and panted, while people
shouted their names. Then the curtain came down
again and Mr. Bell limped off, for, as he said,
politely, Mother had been standing all the while on
his best corn. She was so sorry, and he said it didn't
matter, and he hoped he hadn't disarranged her hair.
Oddly enough the clapping began again. Aunt
Gerty jogged Mother, who stood near me looking
quite giddy, and said " Take your call, silly ! "
Mr. Bell took her by the hand and made her walk
along in front of the curtain that a man held back
for her by main force, and then we heard the people
roaring again, till it seemed more as if they thirsted
THE CELEBRITY AT HOME 301
for their blood than wanted to praise them. This
happened twice. When they didn't seem inclined
to clap any more she went off to her room with Kate,
while Mr. Aix thanked her for making his play.
" Come and look at them ! " said Aunt Gerty to
me, and we went and looked through the rent in
the curtain, for that was the hole in the wall the
girl looked through. There was George and Lady
Scilly talking away as if Mother and her triumph
hadn't existed. I think George was cross, but I
really couldn't tell.
Mother wouldn't have me in her room at all this
time, and I lounged about with Aunt Gerty till it
all began again. Mother didn't do this next act so
well, at least Aunt Gerty said not, and scolded her.
"I can't help it, Gertrude," Mother said. "I
thought George would have "
" Never fear ! He'll hold out till the end of the
play. Then he'll be round here bothering as sure
as my name is Gertrude Jenynge ! "
And her name is Gertrude Jennings, which is pretty
near, and in the third piece of acting, when Mother
was not on much, I heard George's voice asking to
be taken to her.
" Miss Jennings left word she was not to be dis-
turbed this wait."
" I'm her husband."
" Very likely, sir ! " The man sneered.
He didn't get in, and he stood there neglected by
the staircase till the beginning of the next and last
act, as they said it was. I dared not go and speak
302 THE CELEBRITY AT HOME
to him, for he looked so cross, and I was also afraid
he would carry me away to the box with Lady Scilly,
so I just slipped behind a bit of scenery and observed.
Presently Mother came softly out of her room
and passed George leaning on the rail of the staircase
leading to her dressing-room.
She nodded and laughed.
" Wait for me, George, please. Kate, take this
gentleman to my room "
And she went gaily on to the stage.
I followed George and Kate to Mother's room,
and discovered myself to him. He made no fuss,
simply looked right through me, and began walking
up and down while Kate sewed a button on to
something.
We heard the clapping from the front quite dis-
tinctly. George ground his teeth. Then Kate
slipped out and Mother came in alone, panting, and
took hold of the dressing-table as if she was drowning.
"I've saved the piece ! " said she almost to herself,
and then to George, " I'm an artist. Oh, George,
why weren't you in front to see me in the best
moment of my life ? "
" When I married you, Lucy " George stut-
tered.
" Yes, but that wasn't nearly such an occasion !
Oh, George, forgive me, and don't spoil all my
pleasure."
" Pleasure ! " said George, as if he was disgusted.
" Here comes Jim Aix to congratulate me. Poor
Aix, he is so pleased. . . ."
THE CELEBRITY AT HOME 303
She burst into tears as Mr. Aix came in. He took
absolutely no notice of George, but just caught
hold of Mother's hands and said several times
over —
" Thank you ! Thank you ! Bless you ! Bless
you ! Good God ! You are crying "
"It is my husband there, who grudges me my
success ! He does, he does ! Oh, George, for
shame ! I did it for Ben — for our son — to be able
to send him to college. I have made a hit — quite
by accident — and you grudge it me ! "
" He doesn't, he doesn't grudge you your artistic
expansion ! " said Mr. Aix, and went to George
and put his hand on his shoulder. " Old George is
the best sort in the world at the bottom. Pull your-
self together, dear old man, and be thankful you
have a clever wife, as well as a good one. She's a
genius — she's better, she's a brick. I can tell you
she's a heaven-born actress, and you know what
sort of a wife she has been to you. Speak to her,
man, don't let her cry her heart out now, in the
hour of her triumph. What's a triumph ? At the
best but short-lived ! Don't grudge it her ! Con-
gratulate her "
George came out of his corner and took Mother's
hand and kissed it nicely, as I have seen him kiss
Lady Scilly's hand, but Mother's never.
" One can only beg your pardon, Lucy, for this,
and everything else. Can you forgive me ? "
I re-open my MS. to add a few facts of interest.
304 THE CELEBRITY AT HOME
1. Ariadne got a baby in June; his name is
Almeric Peter Frederick.
2. Aunt Gerty got her brewer, and Mrs. Bowser
has left the stage.
3. Ben was sent to school, and they say he is
clever, though I never could see it.
4. Lady Scilly has run away with the chauffeur
and, so far, hasn't come back.
5. I am going to stay with Ernie Fynes' mother,
Lady Fynes, at Barsom. Ernie will be away at
Eton, but he loves me.
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