Beatrice Bell, her hands clasped behind her, taking the air at the doorway9 of her shop, and bowing to acquaintances in the swift crowd of young women hurrying northward10 to their tea, glanced up and down the busy road with its sailing trams and jerking ’buses. The hour was seven; the sky still light with a juvenile11 moon that seemed, with the impatience12 of youth, to have come out too early. Dashing young blades of shopkeepers also taking the air at their doorways13, caught sight of the white-speckled blouse, and bowed to her, and noting with pain her distant acknowledgment, declared to each other that Miss Bell would stand an p. 119infinitely better chance of getting married were she less reserved in manner, a drawback which had already cheated her of more than one invitation to Epping Forest on early-closing day. “For,” said Mr. Libbis, the tobacconist, to his friend at the second-hand14 shop, “she may be as ’aughty as she likes, but after all, mind you, she’s only a girl.”
Opposite, a boy pasted on the boards outside the newspaper shop a new placard: “Brave conduct at Delar.” She ran across the road to buy a copy of the newspaper; before she returned a customer came to the Hoxton side of the shop demanding something stylish15 at one-and-eleven. ’Tilderann fenced with her pending16 the return of her mistress.
“It occurred to me, looking in the glass,” said the woman confidentially17, “that I wanted smartenin’ up. It may be only me fancy, but it struck me I was beginning to look old. What d’you think?”
“Depends what you call old,” replied ’Tilderann. “Sure you can’t run to more than one-and-eleven?”
“Eight year ago, or a trifle more,” said the woman, reminiscently, “I was as light-’earted a young woman as you’d ’ave found in all ’Oxton, if you’d searched for a month. I was really the rarest one for making jokes that you ever ’eard of before my ’usband, Bat Miller18, had to go away.”
“Emigrated?” asked ’Tilderann, glancing between the hats and bonnets20 for her mistress.
“He were away,” said Mrs. Miller, evasively, “for a matter of four or five year. And when I went to meet him, believe me or not, he was as stand-offish in his manner as he could he.”
“That’s like ’em,” said ’Tilderann. “These bonnets at four-and-three are all the go just now.”
“Quite ’igh and mighty21 if you please,” went on Mrs. Miller aggrievedly. “And I firmly believe that if I hadn’t had on my best mantle22 he’d have gone off again, goodness knows where. As it was, I persuaded him to settle down, and we’ve got on as well as can be expected; only that now and again, when we have a few words, he says something very satirical about the old days in Ely Place.”
“Here she is!” said ’Tilderann. “Come on, Miss! ’Ere’s a customer been waiting for howers.”
“Sorry,” remarked Beatrice Bell, panting. Her pretty face was crimson23 with excitement; she hugged a pink halfpenny journal to her breast.
“Something at about one-and-eleven, Miss,” said Mrs. Miller respectfully. “Not too quiet and not too loud, and something that’ll suit my features.”
Miss Bell, trembling oddly, went up the wooden steps and brought down a box containing black hats.
“Anything special, Miss, in the evening paper?” asked Mrs. Bat Miller ingratiatingly.
“Yes,” said Beatrice, panting.
“I of’en ’ave a look at the playcards,” said Mrs. Miller; “they give me about as much information as I want. Are these the newest shape in this box?”
“Look at the corner of the box,” said Miss Bell, endeavouring to regain24 her usual composure. “That’ll tell you, ‘Chapeaux de Paris.’”
p. 120“Sounds all right,” agreed Mrs. Miller. “I was saying to your young lady here that I’ve been making up my mind to take more trouble about me personal appearance. Otherwise, it’s likely enough Miller’ll be getting tired of me again, and then there’ll be more trouble. How would you advise me to have this trimmed, Miss, if it isn’t troubling you too much?”
Beatrice Bell gave advice in a hurried way as though pressed with more urgent affairs, and anxious to see her customer depart. Mrs. Miller did go, after reciting some more of her personal history; when she had gone Miss Bell took the evening paper from her waistbelt and sat down behind the counter. She had scarcely done so when the bell of the door rang and a tall young woman came in, dressed in a tailor-made costume, which caused ’Tilderann to gasp25 with admiration26.
“Will you,” she said pleasantly to that amazed girl, “give the driver this half-crown and tell him not to wait?” She turned brightly to the young proprietress. “You are Miss Bell, are you not? My name is Mrs. Myddleton West.”
“One moment,” said Miss Bell trembling, “till the girl comes back, and we’ll go into the shop parlour.”
“You have read the evening paper I see.”
“I’ve got it certainly, ma’am,” replied the agitated27 young woman, “but as to reading it, why my eyes get so full the moment I begin that I can’t get on with it very fast.”
“I have a letter from my dear husband,” said Mrs. Myddleton West proudly, “from my dear husband giving fuller particulars.”
“And you’ve come straight here?”
’Tilderann returning, flushed with victory because she had compounded with the cabman for two shillings and two pence, and therefore able to refund28 the sum of fourpence, was commanded to look after the shop, and Miss Bell conducted her visitor into the small room at the back. ’Tilderann, noting with regret that the door closed carefully, found compensation in serving across the counter imaginary bonnets to imaginary wives of society millionaires at the price of fifty guineas per bonnet19.
“Is this Robert Lancaster?” asked Mrs. West in her pleasant way. She took up a photograph of a brown-faced sailor lad, clean shaven, with a humorous mouth and bare neck.
“That’s my Bobbie,” said Beatrice Bell with pride. “Won’t you take the easy chair, ma’am? It’s been quite a lovely summer, hasn’t it? I suppose we shall soon have autumn upon us if we’re not careful, and—Oh,” she cried, interrupting herself. “What is the use of me pretending to be calm when I’m all of a tremble!”
“Now you must sit down,” this with a kindly29 authoritativeness30, “sit down here close to me, and I am going to read to you the letter from my husband, which arrived only this evening.”
“From Delar?” asked the girl, seating herself obediently on a hassock.
“From Delar.”
“How could you let your husband go away, ma’am?”
“I don’t think I can,” said Mrs. West, “again.” She found the letter and took the thin sheets carefully from the envelope. “But I felt that I ought not to be selfish all through my life.”
“Weren’t you the sister who looked after Bobbie in the hospital, ma’am?” Mrs. West nodded and smoothed out the sheets of note paper. p. 121“I wasn’t quite sure whether Mr. West wouldn’t go and marry some one else, considering—I s’pose I’ve no business to say so—but considering the way you kept putting him off.”
“I took care,” said Mrs. Myddleton West quickly, “that he should not do anything so absurd. Shall I begin the letter?”
“If you please, ma’am,” said Beatrice Bell, looking up respectfully. Mrs. Myddleton West commenced.
“My dearest, ever dearest,” she stopped. “I don’t think I need trouble you with the first page at all,” she said with some confusion.
“I know what you mean, ma’am. Start where he begins to speak of Bobbie.”
It appeared that Bobbie came in about the middle of the second sheet. The war correspondent out at Delar had intuitively written on one side of the paper only, and Trixie Bell noted31 this deplorable want of economy, but West’s small handwriting managed to convey a good long letter.
“You remember our young friend Bobbie Lancaster. The lad, now a sailor attached to H.M.S. Pompous32, is on the launch where I am writing, and he did this afternoon an act of quiet bravery which ought, I think, to make his country feel that the trouble it took to make a man of him was not wasted. I am sending an account of the incident to my journal by the post which takes this letter to you, but you will care to have fuller particulars. How I wish that the mail were also taking me to the arms—”
“That,” said Mrs. West, “is, of course, merely by the way.”
“Skip a few lines,” suggested Trixie, her chin resting upon her hands, “but don’t leave out more than you’re obliged.”
The trail of the story was re-discovered.
“But touching34 Lancaster! We left H.M.S. Pompous and steamed up a broad smelly river, bordered by mangrove35 trees with long weeping branches, and approached the town of Delar. Delar is nothing like a town, but a mere33 collection of whitewashed36 huts around a large circular hut, where that genial37 person, the king of Delar, has hitherto lived. It was in this central hut that he caused to be massacred the Englishmen who, at his request, came some months since to confer with him on the subject of trade; our expedition is, as you know, intended to prove to him that such tactics are not only unbusinesslike, but positively39 rude. This lesson will be taught him by our marines when they land to-morrow, and I have little doubt but that they will do it effectively. I was talking to the Intelligence Officer when Lancaster came up hurriedly, and, saluting40, said that the Admiral wished to see the other officer at once. The Intelligence man hurried below, and Lancaster and I had two minutes’ chat. He has grown a fine strong fellow, with honesty in both eyes, and muscular arms tattooed41 with the word ‘Trix.’”
“The dear boy!” burst out Miss Bell.
“We talked of the old days, and he said that he only cared to think of Hoxton now because his sweetheart lived there.”
“You might read that part again, ma’am.”
“He talked of the old days, and he said that he only cared to think of Hoxton now because his sweetheart lived there.”
The girl gasped42.
p. 122“Fancy his talking about me,” she said delightedly, “all that distance off. Go on, ma’am.”
“Whilst we were talking, commotion43 began on shore. Men were running up and down; boats were launched, the Intelligence Officer and the Admiral, escorted by four marines and four sailors, prepared to leave. Some whistling and giving of orders; the steamer slowed and stopped. The Admiral, I may tell you, is a big-bearded fellow, daring, and very popular with the officers and the men, but on board the Pompous, just before we left, there had been general agreement that he had done a risky44 and almost a foolhardy thing in agreeing to a palaver45 with some of the king’s supporters. The officers knew that his idea was to punish the king and the king only; whereas the officers desired to punish everybody. If you had seen the mutilated body of an English gentleman bound upon what is called a crucifixion tree near the king’s hut, I think, dear, you would have agreed with the officers.
“Not being allowed to go on shore, I give most of the rest as recounted to me by my friend the Intelligence Officer. The Admiral and his escort descended46 into the boats and were rowed ashore47 by the natives; Robert Lancaster was one of the bluejackets. At the shore they were received with great courtesy by the king’s chief ministers; the king, as we knew, had scuttled48 off inland on receiving news of our approach. With exceeding ceremony the Admiral and his escort found themselves conducted to the king’s compound, the while on the launch our Maxim49 stood ready to rake the town on the least sign of treachery. At each door of the king’s house lay a woman’s dead body. This, it was explained, had been done to prevent the arrival of the English; a precaution on the part of the king that had proved singularly unsuccessful. In the palaver house, a long half-roofed building with a bronze serpent at the entrance, and inside, seats of dry red mud, the Admiral took up position, and through the interpreter addressed the chiefs; Robert Lancaster being, as I am told, one of the men stationed behind the Admiral and his officers. Standing50 at a rough table the Admiral said that the great White Queen was angry because of the infamous51 massacre38 of her children; as a good mother she had determined52 to avenge53 their murder. But though the great White Queen was powerful, she was also just, she wished to punish only those responsible. Wherefore the king was to be pursued and captured and dealt with severely54, but those of the natives who were friendly would not be hurt, and would, indeed, be under British protection.”
“I am now,” said young Mrs. Myddleton West gravely, “coming to the very serious part of the letter.”
“May I hold your ’and, ma’am?” asked the girl. For answer she found her right hand taken instantly with a quiet matronly manner that gave her confidence.
“As the Admiral spoke55 and the interpreter repeated each sentence, the ministers listened with attention and with plain signs of agreement. The younger men rose from the red mud seats and pressed forward. They began to speak confusedly; the Admiral held up his hand for order. One of the younger men smashed a square of looking-glass on the floor; at the same moment Robert Lancaster flung himself suddenly on a muscular black youth who had risen from the ground close to the Admiral, unseen by others of the escort. The blade intended for the Admiral’s back caught in p. 123the fleshy part of Lancaster’s arm; a swift struggle ensued between the two before the others realized what was happening. A sharp revolver shot from one of the officers settled the murderous young black; Lancaster sucked at his own wound, spat56, stepped calmly back to his place.”
“Now, now!” protested the wife of Myddleton West, breaking off tearfully, “you mustn’t cry, dear.”
“I know,” sobbed57 Miss Bell.
“The others shared his composure; the Admiral himself never lost self-possession for a moment. He concluded the palaver as though nothing of moment had happened; went out of the house with his escort and down to the shore and re-embarked. Arrived here on the launch, the Admiral sent for Bobbie.
“‘What is your name, my lad?’
“‘Robert Lancaster, sir, of the Pompous.’
“‘Are you hurt, much?’
“‘Nothing to brag58 about, sir.’
“‘Do you know that you saved my life?’
“‘Well, sir,’ said Bobbie with great respect, ‘I’m not sorry to have paid back a bit of what I owe.’
“‘Mr. West,’ remarked the Admiral, turning to me, ‘let the English people know something about this. I will look after the lad, but you, too, can do something.’
“The doctor tells me that the blade was poisoned at the tip—”
Beatrice Bell’s hand tightened59 her hold, and the white speckled blouse stilled for a moment.
“And that Lancaster’s smartness and resource alone saved the wound from becoming dangerous. Lancaster wants you to call on his sweetheart and tell her all about it, because for a few weeks he will not be able to write. I shall be home, my dearest, in less than a month, and when I see you—”
“That is all about Bobbie,” said Mrs. Myddleton West, stopping. “What do you think of it all, dear?”
“I could no more,” declared Miss Bell, “explain to you what I think, ma’am, than I could fly. I’m too thankful to talk much.” The girl looked wistfully at the sheets of rustling60 note paper. “You’d think I’d got impudence,” she said hesitatingly, “if I told you, though, what I’ve got in my mind.”
“Tell me!”
“Why, I was just thinkin’ how annoyed you’d be if I was to ask you to give me the part that concerns—that concerns my Bobbie.”
Far from showing annoyance61, Mrs. West cheerfully ordered the production of scissors; ’Tilderann being called, responded so promptly62 that suspicious persons might have guessed she had become tired of serving imaginary customers, and had been trying to listen at the doorway. Having brought the scissors, ’Tilderann was sent back again to look after the shop. Then the two women bent63 their heads near to each other, and dividing the letter carefully, judiciously64, and very lovingly, the shares were allotted65.
“My dear,” said Mrs. West rising, “come and see me at the address on this envelope to-morrow evening, and let us talk it all over quietly. Come to dinner.”
p. 124“Me?” asked the astonished girl. “Me at dinner in Kensington?”
“I insist upon it.”
“I’m a good talker,” stammered66 Miss Bell, “in—in an ord’nary way, but just now—I only wish my friend Miss Threepenny was here.”
A call from ’Tilderann.
“But some day me and Bobbie will be able to tell you how much—” She bent her head to her friend’s hand impulsively67. Young Mrs. West kissed her on the cheek.
“Lot of use anybody bawling68 ‘Shop,’” said ’Tilderann at the doorway ironically, “when no one don’t take no notice. Why, you’re crying! Whatever’s the matter, Miss?”
“Matter?” repeated Miss Beatrice Bell with indignation. “Do you think I should cry if there was anything really the matter?”
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