Billie looked at her, and he knew she was going out.
“No, Billie, can’t take you this time. Oh! well, yes, you can stop in the car.”
“What hat will madame wear?” said Johnson, her hand on the cupboard that contained her hats.
Claudia considered carefully, and decided2 on her most becoming one. It was a delightful3 possession, mostly composed of pearl-grey feather shading to the softest pink, and round her neck she wore a little necklet to[166] match. Johnson wondered why she was so excited that she pulled a button off her gloves and demanded a fresh pair. It seemed as though her mistress was not going to make an ordinary call.
“Now, Billiken, we must be off. I wonder! I wonder!”
She went over first to her writing-table and abstracted a little bit of paper. Jack4’s writing was atrocious, but she could decipher it with some difficulty. 25a, Gilchrist Mansions5, Bloomsbury.
The car threaded its way through the crowded streets, and after what seemed a long time to Claudia, it stopped before a large block of flats, very red and very white, and obviously trying to show how gloomy was the rest of the square. Evidently it was a new block, and for this Claudia was thankful. Ugly youth is better than ugly age.
There was a lift, which she entered, with a rather obsequious6 and yet familiar liftman, who, when she asked—after some natural hesitation—for Mrs. Iverson, said, “Miss Fay Morris that was, you mean, madam? Oh, yes! it’s the third floor.” Claudia fancied that he eyed her curiously7 as he manipulated the wires. She tried to brace8 herself for the ordeal9, for now she was ascending10 in the lift she felt like hurriedly descending11 and running away. There was no doubt it was an ordeal. It is quite bad enough in the ordinary way to have to make the first call on a new sister-in-law, but when she is “Miss Fay Morris that was,” whose portraits adorned12 the entrances of several music-halls, it is a colossal13 undertaking14. She wished most heartily15 she had asked Jack to take her. Why had she not thought of that? How foolish of her. But now she was here she must face the music. Perhaps Jack would be there. If so, it would be all right. And yet, in a way she would rather not have him there, for though he was as stupid as an owl16, there was a sort of[167] understanding between them, and he would know what impression his wife was making on her.
She rang the bell and waited. There was no answer. Ah! a reprieve18. She was turning away, but the liftman said reassuringly19, “Ring again, ma’am. She’s in, I know. But the parrot makes such a noise they can’t hear the bell.”
So that was the meaning of the curious screeching20 she had heard while waiting, like someone at the mercy of a clumsy dentist. How could anyone stand such awful sounds!
The door opened and a servant, still in a print dress, nodded when she asked if Mrs. Iverson were at home. The screeching had grown worse, and Claudia quite understood why the servant nodded. She noticed that she wore no cap and that her hair was outrageously21 frizzed and curled. Was this the servant Jack had called “a sketch22, a fair sketch”?
The good-sized hall was cheery enough with plenty of red paper and red carpet, perhaps a thought too cheerful, as though the decorator had said, “Now let’s have a cheerful hall, a very cheerful hall.” There was a large imitation oak stand, crowded with oddments in the way of coats. Claudia caught glimpses of a white knitted coat, a long squirrel one, a dark fur stole and two or three overcoats. There were any amount of umbrellas, walking-sticks, etc., and over all was a strong smell of cooking.
“Chuck it! Chuck it! Chuck it!” shrieked23 the parrot from somewhere near at hand. Claudia gave a start.
“Only that blessed bird,” said the servant. “She’s in there, miss.”
She jerked her head in the direction of a door that was a little ajar and suddenly departed. Claudia opened her lips to speak, but the maid had gone.
“Chuck it! Chuck it!” came more faintly from evidently the kitchen regions.
Claudia felt a strong desire to laugh. Then she heard[168] a voice singing in a room on her right. It seemed to be the door the servant had indicated. The voice was untrained, but of a good quality, sweet and rather high-pitched.
“I’m good little Lucy who lives in the dell,
And what I don’t know is——”
Claudia tapped at the door in considerable embarrassment25. Would she have to announce herself, and what would she say?
She pushed open the door gently and she saw a most remarkable26 sight, nothing less than a pair of exquisitely28 shaped little legs and feet in white silk tights that seemed to belong to a frilly pink lampshade. That was Claudia’s first impression, and then she saw that someone had her back to her, delving29 down into a huge trunk. Her second impression was that she had never seen a room that was so blue! There were pale blue curtains, wall-paper and bed-spread, blue flowers on the carpet and satin bows everywhere.
“Is that you, Madam Rose?” said a voice from the depths, which was rough and unrefined, but was not Cockney. “Half a jiff. I can’t find my pink shoes and——”
“I beg your pardon,” said Claudia, standing17 in the doorway30, “but I am not Madame Rose. The maid did not——”
Claudia had just time to catch a glimpse of a piquant31 little face with great surprised blue eyes, when there was a cry of pain. The lid of the trunk, a heavy, clamped one, had descended32 on the small hand.
“Oh, gracious!” said the ballet-like person, hopping33 about holding her hand; “oh! that damned trunk! Ouch! My goodness! it’s nearly broken my knuckles34.”
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Her little face was screwed up with pain, so that she hardly looked at her visitor. Claudia’s eyes caught sight of a jug35 of water steaming away on the untidy washstand, and she quickly went over to it.
“Here,” she said, “put your hand in this jug. That will stop the pain and prevent it discolouring. Yes, I know how those things hurt.”
The hand was so small that it easily slid down into the jug. Claudia marvelled36 at its size, and then she noticed that the girl was hardly up to her shoulders. Why, it looked like a small child. This could not be The Girlie Girl, surely?
Then she became aware that the wrinkles had come undone37 and that the big blue eyes were looking at her.
“My word!” The blue eyes stared at her with the directness and na?veté of a child. The small mouth dropped open a little as companion in the process. “Who are you? I thought at first you were Madame Rose with my new set of curls, and then cocking half an eye at you, I thought you must be Maudie de Vere. But—who on earth are you?”
“Is your hand better?” said Claudia, half smiling, half embarrassed. “Please tell me first, are you—Fay?”
The girl looked at her with a sudden seriousness. “Yes, and I guess who you are. You’re Jack’s sister, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” returned Claudia. “I’m Jack’s sister. I am sorry to come in this unceremonious way into your bedroom——”
“Oh! that doesn’t matter,” said Fay, never taking her eyes off Claudia’s face, “everybody comes in here when they want me, because I’m hardly ever out of it.... My!”—her feelings overcoming her—“you are handsome! Jack told me you were good-looking, but he didn’t tell me you were such a stunner. I never saw anyone so pretty.”
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It was impossible to resent the frank criticism or the speaker as she stood there in her most extraordinary attire38. For the fluffy39, chiffony petticoats ended just below the knees, and over her shoulders she had thrown a lacy matinée jacket, adorned with pale blue ribbons and showing a neck and throat perfect in a miniature way. Her hair—jet black and in remarkable contrast to her eyes, which seemed as though they should belong to a head of flaxen hair—was rather short, but fell about her shoulders in curly masses.
Claudia was completely at a loss how to answer this very naive40 tribute to her charms. But Fay was used to making the entire conversation, and she went on without noticing any lack of conversational41 powers on the part of her visitor.
“I might have known it wasn’t Maudie, though, because she uses so much scent42 it’s like a chemist’s shop coming into your room. I like a little sprayed on myself, but she puts it on with a garden hose. I’ve told her about it heaps of times. I think it’s such bad taste, don’t you?”
It was not quite the conversation Claudia had vaguely43 imagined. And yet, though Fay gabbled on, her words coming at a tremendous speed, she felt that her hostess was taking good stock of her. At the back of those childish eyes there was a shrewd little brain. She showed this by her next words:
“You’re hopping mad with Jack and me, aren’t you? I never saw Jack in such a state as the morning when the thing came out in the newspaper.” She gave a little chuckle44. “I must say I enjoyed it. I like to keep my name before the public, for one thing. You’ve got to keep on working some sensation, or you’re passed over.” She pulled her hand out of the jug and dried it on a towel, which she flung on the very ornate bed. It had a lace coverlet over pale blue satin, and enormous bows[171] of pale blue satin ribbon ornamented45 the corners. A huge nightdress-case of the same satin painted with pink roses was lying on the frilled pillows, which were also threaded with pale blue.
She came over to where Claudia was standing. “I say, don’t be mad with me. I like you. I didn’t think I would. I thought you’d be starchy and turn up your nose at me. It was nice of you to think of that hot water for my hand. Sit down and make friends with me, will you?”
Claudia appreciated her charm as she stood in front of her, playing with her sable46 muff. It was the charm of the gamine-child.
“I—I came to have a little talk with you,” returned Claudia, smiling. You simply could not help smiling at it.
“That’s right. Sit down. Bless me, there never is a chair that isn’t littered up.” She took a handful of clothes and threw them carelessly on the floor. “Now just sit down there and tell me what the people you know say about me. I suppose I shouldn’t have married Jack, and I told him at first he’d better run away and play with Lady Somebody or other. But he wouldn’t go. He’ll tell you that if you ask him.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” returned Claudia as Fay energetically seized a brush and commenced to brush her hair.
“Oh! bother!” she said, stopping short, “and I want those curls. Madame Rose is a blighter all right. She promised them for to-day. Well, Polly will have to rake those other curls over and make them presentable.” She went to the door and shouted, “Polly! Polly! come here quick.”
A red-haired girl came running in, her hands all wet and soapsuddy. “Miss Fay, I’m just washing your stockings.”
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“Leave ’em and come and dish up these curls. That old beast hasn’t sent my new set. Look, Polly, this is Mr. Jack’s sister. Isn’t she lovely?”
The red-haired girl stared at Claudia with her greeny-brown eyes. Claudia had never been inspected by a servant in such a manner before. Her lips twitched47, but she assisted Polly by looking straight at her.
“She ain’t much like the Capting, is she?” Polly said in strong Cockney. “But then, I ain’t a bit like my brother. He’s in the army too. I always say as brothers and sisters——”
“Don’t chatter48 so much. Take those curls and vanish.” Fay waved her small hand imperiously, and Polly, grabbing a bunch of curls, went out. “We don’t want her in here listening to us, do we?” said Fay confidentially49. “Not but that Polly knows most everything. She was on the halls once herself—doing small stunts50 with an acrobat—and she got rheumatic fever. My mother saved her life and kept her going for goodness knows how long. When mar27 died, she came to me as a sort of dresser. And she runs everything here.” She waved her hand round the apartment. “The tradesmen don’t do her. As far me, I’m no good at housekeeping. Don’t know a chicken from a turkey. Of course, Jack says she isn’t smart enough. He says he wants me to have some proper servants. But, what’s the trouble? I’m comfortable, and that’s everything, isn’t it?”
“The best of servants can only make you comfortable,” conceded Claudia, looking at the littered apartment. There was a cup and saucer on the dressing-table, and the spoon was on the floor. Some biscuits and an orange were side by side with a powder-puff and a scent-spray. One satin slipper51 rested on the pin-cushion, and a pair of silk stockings were thrown over the mirror, which had enormous wings and occupied a large amount of the[173] available space. Fay was busily putting up her hair as she talked.
“You know, I’m awfully52 gone on your brother. I never met anyone like him before.” Now she was energetically rubbing cold cream all over her neck and arms. “I like to make up at home. It’s much more comfortable. Those dressing-rooms are so draughty. Have you ever seen me? But of course you have. I suppose everybody has. I top the bill at most of the halls now. And I make a row when I don’t. Do you like my turn?”
“I’m sorry to say I seldom go to variety houses,” said Claudia, feeling somehow that she ought to have seen her.
“What!”—she turned, with her face smothered with grease. “You haven’t seen me do my turn? Jack must take you this very night. He’ll be along soon.”
“Oh! I—er—am afraid I’m engaged to-night.”
Polly returned and planked the curls down on the dressing-table.
“Here you are, miss, and Mr. Robins53 is out in the hall. He wants to see you.” She grinned. “He’s got a bucket for yer.”
“What!” Fay screamed gleefully, “old Joey Robins! Why, this is worth a week’s screw.” She rushed to the door just as she was and called out: “Come in, Joey, my boy. I’m awful glad to see you.”
She flung her arms round the neck of a man whose face was typically that of a low comedian54 of the old school. He was funny even off the stage, and Claudia vaguely remembered the name. He was somewhere about fifty, and had a habit of blinking as he talked, like a parrot. Claudia found out afterwards that he had acquired it for stage purposes—the audiences shrieked at him when he just blinked and did nothing else—and he could not rid himself of it in private life.
“Come in, do. Joey, this is my sister-in-law. You[174] know Joey? You may not know me, but you know Joey all right. Joey Robins on the Razzle-Dazzle! My! that was a good number, wasn’t it?”
She put her head on one side and her hands on her hips55, and began to skip about, humming a catchy56 tune57.
Claudia found the comedian was extending a large and very rough hand. “Glad to make your acquaintance, miss. I say, Fay, there’s a turnip58 for you outside. Shall I fetch it in?”
“Rather! You don’t mean it’s—— Oh! Joey, you darling!” It was an immense bouquet59 of the old-fashioned kind, and it was tied with long, streaming ribbons of white satin. “I told ’em not to stint60 the ribbing. I said my little gal61 don’t get married hevery day. Well, my dear, how does it agree with you?”
“Oh, fine!” she laughed, using a little brush to darken her eyelashes. “Wasn’t you surprised when you saw it in the papers?”
“No,” said the man, still blinking, “not exsakerly surprised. I always said you was fit to be a princess. I see you’re at the Royal this week? Best advertisement you hever ’ad, my girl.”
“And I don’t forget I owe it all to you,” she said earnestly, leaving off with one eyelash blacked. “Yes,” turning to Claudia, who did not feel left out in the cold, because Fay took it for granted that she was interested in this queer, common man who had come in, “he got me my first engagement, and I don’t forget it.”
“Oh, go on! it was nothing.”
“Well, I shall never make light of it,” she said, with a vigorous nod of her small head, now entirely62 over-weighted with the curls she had pinned on. They spoilt the shape of her head and stuck out in masses about her ears. Fay went on quickly with the making-up process. “You gave me a shove here and a shove there, and now I’ve got into high society, I don’t forget those who[175] helped me. I’m going to give a dinner to celebrate the wedding—you must come”—nodding friendly-wise to Claudia—“and so must you and your missus, Joey.”
“It’s kind of you, Fay, but I’ll be up north for the next month.” He looked at a large gold watch, the chain of which meandered63 over a waistcoat of startling pattern. “Can’t stay many minutes. Got to get down to Reading to-night. Came up a purpose to bring you the turnip.”
“You’re a duck, Joey. Polly! Polly! Bring in a bottle of fizz. Sharp’s the word! Yes, Joey, it’s a special occasion and I’d like her to have some too. You know”—speaking to both of them—“I never take nothing until after I’ve done my work, unless it’s a glass of stout64, but Joey’s got to drink me a proper health. Come on, Polly, bring a glass for yourself.”
“Hallo, Polly!” said Joey, “still ginger65, eh? My, we’re getting on in the world, ain’t we? You fancy yourself, waiting on the wife of a capting, don’t yer? I’ll do that for yer. You hold the glass.”
“It’s the best fizz,” said Fay, who was now putting the rouge66 thickly on her cheeks. “It costs ten shillings a bottle and that’s wholesale67 price too. I know a man—do you know Sam Levy68? He’s got an interest in a champagne69 business, or something. Anyway, I told him to get me some of the best. Jack says it’s too sweet, but I like it that way. The other stuff tastes like ginger-ale. When I have fizz I like to know it’s fizz. But there”—she turned to Claudia, who at half-past six in the evening somehow found herself holding a glass of champagne—“I suppose you drink champagne every night of your life, don’t you?”
At that instant Jack came in at the door, which was wide open.
“Just in time old boy,” called out Fay. “This is my old friend Joey Robins—my husband.”
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“Please to meet you sir—I mean capting,” murmured Joey Robbins, blinking at him. “You’ve got the smartest little woman in the world as your wife, sir. There’s no one to touch her in her perfession. Lord! she did for old Joey long ago. She fairly beat his heart to a pulp70.”
“But,” said Joey, with a rough note of kindly72 earnestness in his voice, “no larking73 any more, Fay, my dear. Be a good child, be a good child.”
Fay slipped her arm round Jack’s neck, standing on a footstool to do so.
“We’re both going to be good children, aren’t we, Jack? We’ve both been a bit flighty, but we’re going to be good now. I’m going”—her blue eyes opened widely, and she gave Jack a hearty74 hug—“to be a responsible person in future. Drink, all of you. Drink to the health of a pair of naughty children who are going to be good!”
It was not a bit as Claudia had planned it, but she found herself obediently drinking the health of her brother and sister-in-law in very bad and very sweet champagne.
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| n.征收税或其他款项，征收额 | |
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| adj.和蔼的，温和的，爽快的；adv.温和地，亲切地 | |
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