“Don’t forget, my lad, that now your opportunity is coming to show us all that the trouble and money you have cost have been well laid out.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Keep yourself straight; be obedient to your officers, remember that the Navy has a fine, a glorious reputation, which you must help to keep up.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Above all, be a credit to the Westmouth, and see that we have good news of you. That will do.”
“Pardon, sir. Any objection to my having a day in London ’fore I join the—”
“To visit friends?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you please,” said the old captain with his sharp air of courtesy.
See Robert Lancaster clearing his locker3 down on the lower deck and distributing souvenirs to his colleagues; a part of the inside of a watch to one; a copy of “Kidnapped” to another; several pieces of rare old string to the boy from Poplar, now, under the stress of Westmouth discipline, a contented4, optimistic lad. See Robert Lancaster going off in the gig with six shillings tied in his handkerchief, being part of the prize for swimming gained by him at the last competition, and taking train at the small station for Fenchurch Street. See him arriving near the old neighbourhood and walking with a fine, sailor-like roll in his wide trousers and open-necked jacket towards Pimlico Walk, in which thoroughfare, now it seemed to p. 109him more preposterously5 narrow than ever, children stopped the playing of tipcat to stare at him open-mouthed, and women going into miniature shops arrested themselves in order to ascertain6, from feelings of vague curiosity, his destination.
“No one about?” he asked in the doorway7 of Mrs. Bell’s millinery establishment. The small window was still set out with magnificent feathered hats, but there appeared to be a suggestion of good taste in the arrangement that had in the old days been absent.
“Yes,” said a little girl sitting on a high chair behind the counter, “there’s me.”
“No one else?”
“Who else d’you want?” asked the girl cautiously.
“Isn’t Mrs. Bell about?”
“She’s been bedridden for the last six months, if that’s what you call being about.”
“And Trixie?”
“You mean Miss Bell?”
“Miss Bell, then.”
The girl stepped from the stool, and went to the foot of the stairs.
“Shawp!” she cried. She returned at once to the counter with a manner slightly less defensive8. “She sits upstairs and reads to the old gel in the middle of the day, and I’m in charge down ’ere. When she comes down I go up, see? It don’t do to leave the place without someone.”
There was a rustle9 on the lower stairs.
“Bobbie!” A delighted exclamation10.
“’Ullo, Trix,” he said nervously11. “How’s the world using you?”
“’Aven’t you grown?”
“You’ve been at that game, too. I s’pose I was about the last person that was in your mind.”
“Yes,” said Trixie Bell, “the very last. Me and mother were just then talking about you upstairs. Isn’t your face brown, too?”
“Yours isn’t brown,” said Robert, with a clumsy attempt at compliment, “but it’s got every other good quality.”
“’Tilderann,” commanded Trixie Bell, insistently12, “go upstairs and sit with mother at once, and tell her that Mr. Lancaster has called.” The little girl slid from the high stool again and disappeared reluctantly. “Up the stairs, I said,” remarked Trixie, looking round the corner after her, “I didn’t ask you to wait on the second step listening.”
Miss Bell returned demurely13 to the inner side of the counter.
“Girls,” she said, with an air of maturity14, “want a lot of looking after.”
“Who looks after you?” asked Bobbie, leaning over the counter.
“Oh, I can take care of myself.”
“For one day, at any rate, I’m going to take care of you. Give me a kiss.”
“Bobbie! People can see through the shop window.”
“You won’t give me a kiss?”
“There’s a time,” said the pleasant-faced young woman, with great p. 110preciseness, “and a place for everything, and this is neither the time nor—”
One advantage of being trained as a British sailor is that you can vault15 over a counter and jump back again before anyone has time to protest.
“You’ll make me cross,” said Trixie, with great confusion and delight.
“Give it back to me, then,” suggested Robert.
“I fancy I see myself doing that,” said Trixie, ironically.
“I’ve fancied it a lot of times,” remarked Robert. “Now it seems to me we’ve arrived at what you may call reality.”
“Of course,” said Trixie, leaning on the counter and keeping one eye on the window, “it isn’t exactly as though we were strangers, is it? What I mean to say is, we’ve known each other, Bobbie, for a long time, and you’ll be seventeen next birthday—”
“Don’t argue,” said Robert. “Do what I ask you.”
“It’ll ’ave to be a very little one,” said Miss Bell, seriously. And leaned forward.
“Thanks,” said Robert. “That’s what I’ve been looking forward to.”
“Now, you must give up all this nonsense,” declared Trixie, with a sage16 air, and glancing at herself in the panel looking-glass, “and behave. Will you come upstairs and see mother?”
“I thought p’raps you and me might go out this afternoon for a bit of a outing. I’ve got to rejoin my ship this evening, and I shan’t have many chances of seeing you when I’m down at Plymouth.”
“There’s something in that,” admitted Trixie. “I’ll see if I can get a lady friend of mine from Pitfield Street to look in for a few hours.” She raised her voice and called at the foot of the stairs. “’Tilderann! Come down this minute.”
The girl obeyed, remarking in a grumbling17 undertone that the place was a perfect treadmill18, and that for her part she envied the folk in Pentonville; she went to the doorway and reproved two infants outside for breathing on the glass, in good, well-chosen, and effective terms.
“Don’t put your arm round my waist, Bobbie,” whispered Trixie as they went up the dim, narrow staircase. “Besides, there’s a buckle19 on my belt. Mother, ’ere’s a gentleman come to call on you.”
Mrs. Bell, raising her head from the white pillow, gave a chuckle20 of recognition. Robert, with his cap off, made his way round the bedstead, which seemed nearly to fill the room, but not quite, and shook hands with the large invalid21.
“My poor old ’ead,” she remarked, jovially22, “gets in such a fluster23, sometimes, that I can’t remember nothing, and when the gel said Mr. Lancaster was in the shop it took me minutes to think who she meant. D’you think Trixie’s growed?”
“Growed up and growed ’andsome,” said Robert. Mrs. Bell gave a sigh of content, closing her eyes for a moment. “And how are you, ma’am? On the mend, I ’ope.”
“Oh,” said Mrs. Bell, opening her eyes and speaking loudly, “I’ve got nothing to complain of.” She lowered her voice, and added confidentially25, so that Trixie should not hear, “May pop off at any moment.”
p. 111Trixie having explained the proposal that Robert had made, suggested that she should go round now to engage the services of the millinery friend in Pitfield Street. Her mother agreed cheerfully.
“Of course,” said the old lady in a very loud tone, “I’ve been used to a active life, and naturally enough it goes somewhat against the grain for me to be kep’ in one room for monce and monce. Otherwise I feel as well—” Trixie went out of the room, closing the door, and Mrs. Bell stopped and winked26 solemnly. “It’d never do to let her know the truth,” she whispered. “I always like to pretend before her I’m getting better. It’s a rare game sometimes the dodges27 I ’ave to get up to so that she shouldn’t know how bad I am.”
“Trixie isn’t a bad sort,” remarked Robert.
“She’s my daughter,” said Mrs. Bell.
Before that excellent young lady returned poor Mrs. Bell and Robert had a long, confidential24 talk. The cheerful old lady regretted that her time had arrived before Trixie had become a grown woman, but this regret was tempered by confidence in her daughter, and by a promise which had been given by Miss Threepenny to come and live with Trixie when all was over. There breathed pride in the statement that her doctor from New North Road could find no English name for her illness, and had been compelled to fall back on the Latin tongue to give it title; Mrs. Bell’s old head trembled with gratification as she told Robert of this.
“D’you mind ’olding my ’and, Bobbie?” she asked, interrupting herself. “I feel so much more contented somehow when someone’s ’olding me ’and. Thanks! As I was telling you—”
The doctor had some time since recommended that she should be taken away to the seaside, a procedure which might prolong her life for a few months, but the old lady congratulated herself upon having had the shrewdness to reply that Hoxton was as good a place to die in as any other, and that she had not been saving money all her life in order to spend it foolishly on herself at the end. The good soul seemed quite happy; everybody, she said, was very kind to her, and Trixie, who in former days had been somewhat masterful towards her, now waited on her “hand and foot.” Mrs. Bell declared that she only wished everybody could be looked after at the end of all as effectively. Trixie, returning with her substitute, came upstairs in a hat which Robert, on being appealed to for an opinion, declared looked like ten thousand a year, and they said good-bye to Mrs. Bell, Trixie promising28 to send up ’Tilderann and to return herself at the earliest possible hour.
“Don’t ’urry,” said the old lady. “And, Bobbie! Come back one moment. Trixie, you go down.” Robert obeyed. “I shan’t be seeing you again,” said the old lady brightly. “If so be as I should meet your poor mother, I shall tell her what a fine lad you’ve growed to.” Robert bent29 and kissed the large white face. “Be good, won’t you,” she whispered brokenly, “to her?”
“You can make yourself quite sure about that, ma’am,” said Robert.
Before going west on this sunny afternoon, the young lady insisted that Robert should accompany her for a short tour through certain streets in Hoxton, where her lady acquaintances resided, which same young women p. 112told each other afterwards that they had not realized what the word pride really meant until seeing Trixie with her young man. They looked at Ely Place from the dwarf31 posts at the Kingsland Road end, where towzled-hair, half-dressed, grubby babies played games with mud and swore at one another, but the two agreed that they had no desire to go through the Place. One more girl acquaintance in a Hoxton street shop in whose sight Robert had to be paraded, and then the two young people, walking down into Old Street, took a tram for Bloomsbury.
“You pay for yourself,” said Trixie Bell definitely, “I’ll pay for myself.”
“No fear,” protested Robert, “I pay for both to-day. This is my beanfeast.”
“Then I go no further,” declared the young woman. “Agree to that, Bobbie, or down the steps I go.”
“You are obstinate,” said Robert. “I never saw such a one for ’aving her own way.”
“Not much use having anybody else’s way,” she said. “Bloomsbury, one,” she said to the conductor.
The principle thus definitely laid down being adhered to during the afternoon, Robert found himself unable in consequence to assume the air of condescension32 and patronage33 that he had promised to wear; indeed, Miss Bell took the entire management of the afternoon into her own hands, with a quaint30 air of decision which surprised Robert and interested him, so that when at the end of the tram line she said, “Regent’s Park,” it was to Regent’s Park they went; on Robert in his reckless way suggesting a ’bus, she said, “Walk, it’s no distance,” and that was the mode of transport adopted. In Regent’s Park they sat on chairs near to sweet-smelling oval bouquets34 of flowers, watching the white-sashed nursemaids and the children, and whilst Robert (to Trixie’s content) smoked a large, important cigar, she chattered35 away about her plans for the future. Trixie revived the old ambition of a milliner’s establishment, with French words in white letters on the window, in some position not too far distant from Pimlico Walk, so that old customers should be preserved, whilst new ones were being caught; Robert watched her admiringly as she sketched36 this magnificent project, noting the decision of her chin and the flush of interest on her attractive face. The cigar finished, or nearly finished (for Robert was not yet a confirmed smoker), they walked arm-in-arm through the gates to the upper portion of the park, where there were sheep to be looked at, and near to the fountain, small debating societies, that seemed to grow on the grass in the style of mushrooms, and were made up of grubby men, arguing, as it seemed, on every topic of which they were ignorant, with here a reference to John Stuart Mill, and there satire37 at the expense of Apostles. Near to one of these groups Robert and Trixie stopped.
“As for your so-galled Queen, my goot Anglish friends,” a foreign gentleman with no collar shouted in the centre of the mushroom, “it don’t dake me long times to gif you my obinion about her and all her plooming Gofernment.”
“Now you’re beggin’ the question,” said his opponent. “Let’s keep to the point at issue. If you’ve ever read Plito, you would have been aware that—”
p. 113“I’m not dalkin’ about Blato,” said the foreigner, with excited gesture. “I’m dalkin’ about the bresent day and the stupid, foolish idea that you Anglish are a free nation. My obinion of your Queen, my fellow, is simply these. She’s—”
Not quite clear what the foreign gentleman wanted to say, and impossible to hear what he did say, for at that moment a sailor lad edged his way through the crowd, two brown hands seized the neck of his collarless shirt, and at once the two—Robert and the foreign critic—were running away pell-mell to Gloucester Gate, the foreigner forced to go at a good pace despite his struggles, and being thrown eventually well into the roadway outside the park. Robert returned to Trixie a little heated with the run; Trixie’s blue dotted blouse danced with delight and admiration38.
“That’ll learn him,” said Robert, darkly.
In the Zoological Gardens they walked through the long house where lions and tigers lodge39, and Robert kissed Trixie in full sight of a very sulky old lion, who had a bed-sitting room near to the end, making the lion use an exclamation of annoyance40 and envy that cannot well be printed. Then they went out into the gardens to see long, thin, ridiculous legs with birds perched riskily41 atop, and had a long conversation with one of the highly-coloured parrots, who were all talking at once, and seemed, like the debaters outside, to be denouncing somebody, and in similarly raucous42 voices.
“At tea, Bobbie,” said Trixie, with a touch of her decisive manner, “I want to talk to you.”
“You’ve been doing that the last hour or two,” he said, good temperedly.
“Ah, but I mean seriously,” she said.
At tea on the gravelled space near to the sleepy owls44 Robert encountered friends whose presence deferred45 the weighty talk, friends in the person of the angel from Folkestone, now clearly Mrs. Customs Officer, her husband and a large-eyed astonished baby in a white beef-eater hat. The angel came over from her table on recognizing Robert and declared that the news of this meeting would do poor uncle more good than all the embrocation in the world.
“Allow me,” said Robert with importance, “to introduce my”—he coughed—“fiancée.”
Trixie on this introduction assumed a distant manner, and sat alone with a reticent46 air, while Robert went over to speak to long Mr. Customs, and to dance the amazed infant high into the air. The angel had grown very matronly; the Customs seemed to be well under her control, insomuch that he never commenced a sentence without finding himself instantly arrested and brushed aside by his wife. On Robert rallying the angel on this, the angel laughed good-humouredly, declaring that it was well for one or the other to be master, and prophesying47 that some day Robert would find this out for himself, whereupon Robert insisted that women must not be too tyrannical, and endeavoured to enlist48 the Customs on his side in the argument, but the Customs shook his head vaguely49 (being it seemed with no grievance50 to complain of), and begged not to be dragged into the discussion.
“What name was it you called me just now?” demanded Trixie, when p. 114he had returned to her. Robert explained, and Trixie’s young forehead cleared. “That reminds me,” she said, resting one small shoe on the bar of Robert’s chair, “I want to talk sense now.”
“Why?”
“I want you,” she said slowly and carefully, “to promise me—”
“I’ll promise anything you like.”
“To promise me that you’ll give up all idea of being a sailor, and take up some occupation on land.”
Robert shifted his chair and Trixie’s foot slipped to the gravel43. He re-tied his lanyard with great particularity, humming a tune51. Trixie, fearful of the reply, drew a heart with the ferrule of her parasol on the gravel.
“Not me!” he said decidedly.
The heart on the gravel found itself rubbed out sharply and rendered illegible52.
“You think it over, dear,” said Trixie Bell.
“I shan’t think it over,” replied Robert Lancaster sturdily. “It’d be a mean trick to do after all they’ve spent on my training.”
“I don’t see how it would affect them.”
“I’m not going to do it, Trixie.”
“So long as you earn a honest living—”
“Look ’ere,” burst out Robert impetuously, “I can’t argue with girls. My mind’s quite made up, and I’m not going to alter it.”
“That means, then,” said Miss Bell, swallowing something, “that you don’t care for me.”
“It don’t mean anything of the kind,” protested Robert. “It’s a question of duty.”
“You’d easily get a good berth53 on shore,” she argued, “and earn good money, and then we could see each other pretty of’en. As it is, I may not see you from one year’s end to the other.”
“Absence makes the ’eart grow fonder.”
“Yes,” said the young woman pointedly54, “in books.”
“Well,” remarked Robert, after a pause, “now that we’ve cleared up this argument, ’ave some more tea.”
“No, thank you,” said Trixie with reserve. “I think I must be getting along ’ome. Looks as though we shall ’ave a shower presently, I think.”
“Trixie,” he said, trying to take her hand, “don’t be a young silly.”
“After that complimentary55 remark,” she said rising, “it’s most certainly time for me to be off. To be told in the Zoo above all places in the world that I’m a silly—”
“I didn’t say you was a silly,” urged Robert with great perturbation, “I asked you not to go and be one. Do stop, and let’s be good friends the same like—”
He was following the indignant young woman when the waiter interposed, offering a delicate hint to the effect that his services were usually deemed worthy56 of reward; by the time Robert had found threepence Trixie had disappeared in the direction of the camels. Other visitors watched the hurried distracted efforts of the scarlet-faced sailor lad on his erratic57 voyage of discovery with as much interest as though he had been an escaped resident of the Gardens.
p. 115A gloomy young man strode down Great Portland Street an hour later, and, losing his way more than once, because he was too much annoyed to speak to policemen, found himself at last in Holborn and eventually in Fetter58 Lane. On the two middle-aged59 ladies in the shop saying that Mr. Myddleton West was not in, and had indeed removed, Robert, muttering that this was just like his luck, turned away with a decision to return to Grays some two hours earlier than he had intended. On board the Westmouth one was at any rate free from illogical young women; free also from the irritating risk of taking wrong turnings. A swift hysterical60 shower of rain started.
“Beg pardon, sir,” he said gruffly.
“My fault,” remarked the man with whom he had come in collision. “I ought not to hold my open umbrella in front of me.”
“Mr. West, I believe, sir.”
“Young Hoxton!”
“That’s me, sir.”
“You look quite a man,” said Myddleton West genially61. “Come back to my office, and talk.”
“You look ten years younger, sir, than when I see you last.”
“I am ten years younger,” said West. “On second thoughts we might eat. Do you feel like a good square meal?”
“I’m off me feed just for the present. Had rather a whack62 in the eye this afternoon.”
“That’s only a prelude63 to good luck,” said Myddleton West, with new optimism. He seemed to be taking cheerful views of the world; appeared brighter than in the old days, and the lad felt inclined to resent it. “Providence is very fair in a general way.”
Turning into a dim, insignificant64 passage off Fleet Street, they found a doorway, as if by accident, which led them (also, as it seemed, by a series of misadventures) to a square old-fashioned dining-room of the early Victorian type. Several men were seated at the wooden tables eating; two or three Americans with note-books were being supplied by one of the old waiters with a quantity of new and incorrect information about the old eating-house, enlivened by rare anecdotes65 of celebrities66. In five minutes there was set before West and Robert Lancaster a small mountain made up of admirable strata67 of pigeons, of oysters68, and of steak. Robert began by gazing absently at the dish before him, and thinking about Trixie; the smell of appetizing food changed his thoughts, and he presently set to with admirable appetite.
“My great news can easily be told,” said Myddleton West across the table. “I was married last week.”
“Good business!” remarked Robert. “Who is the lady, sir?”
“There is but one.”
“But I thought she’d decided—”
“They never do that,” remarked West.
“She used to like talking about you, sir, to me when I was in the hospital. I always thought it would ’appen some day.”
“I’m ordered out to some God-forsaken place in Siberia,” said Myddleton West. “They are making a new railway, and there’s a lot of excitement, I believe. Miss Margaret was good enough to insist upon marrying me, before I went. When I come back my wife will p. 116give up her nursing business and we are going to settle down and enjoy life.”
“Good deal to be said for the old fashions,” said Robert wisely. “Independence is all very well, but I don’t like to see it carried too far. Not with the ladies at any rate,” he added.
“Tell me all about yourself,” urged Myddleton West. “My wife will be anxious to hear. My wife,” West seemed proud to repeat these two words, “was always interested in you.”
Robert felt distinctly better when he had come out into Fleet Street and had said a respectful good-bye to Myddleton West; this partly because of the excellent meal and partly because of the friendly chat. The shower had finished and he walked East. Not until he had nearly reached Fenchurch Street, with only five minutes to wait for his train, did he remember that he had a high important grievance which careful attention would, as he knew, nurture69 into lasting70 remorse71. He went slowly up the stairs of the station, and thinking with a desolate72 sigh of women in general and of Miss Beatrice Bell in particular. At the top of the staircase he caught sight (his look being downcast) of Miss Threepenny.
“Well, you’re a nice young gentleman,” said the little woman, satirically, “I don’t think. Fancy coming to London and not waiting to see me. This,” added the mite73, with a twinkle in her bright bead-like eyes, “is what you call constancy, I s’pose.”
“There’s no such thing as constancy,” growled74 Robert. “Not in this world, at any rate.”
“Shows what you know about it,” declared the little woman. “Come over ’ere; I’ve a friend I want to interduce you to.”
“I’ve only got five minutes before my train goes.”
“Five minutes is ample. Come along.”
To the side of the bookstall Miss Threepenny convoyed Robert; once in harbour there bade him on no account to stir, and puffing75 off like a busy little tug76 to the waiting-room, returned immediately with that trim yacht Trixie Bell in tow, whom she also brought to anchor at the side of the bookstall.
“I’ll go and see what platform your train starts from,” then cried the little tug.
“Bobbie,” said the well-appointed yacht, penitently77, to the man-of-war, “I’m—I’m so sorry if I went and made myself look like a stupid this afternoon.”
“Trixie,” said the man-of-war, coming dangerously close to the side of the neat craft, “if anybody’s to blame, it’s me. Only—”
“We shall quarrel again, dear,” said Trixie Bell, sedately78, “if you talk like that. You’re quite right in what you’ve made up your mind to do, and I respect you all the more for it, and if you’re away ten seconds, or if you’re away ten years, I shall always be the same and—”
The man-of-war saluted79 with so much promptitude that a newspaper boy in the bookstall, safe in ambush80 behind an illustrated81 journal, made ventriloquial comment. Miss Threepenny hurried up.
“Now run, Bobbie,” said the tiny woman, breathlessly. “You’ll just catch it, and—good luck to you!”
He caught the train as it moved out of the station and jumped into a p. 117third-class compartment82. When he had regained83 his breath he leaned his bare head delightedly out of the window to enjoy the cool air that had come after the shower.
“Upon my word,” he said, to Stepney Station, with some astonishment84, “I begin to think that I don’t half understand women.”
From this remark it will be seen that Robert Lancaster, formerly85 child of the State, and shortly to enter the service of his great parent, was now no longer very young. Wherefore it is here that one may prepare to take leave of him.
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