“A painful scene,” he remarked to Eve, as he drew her away in the direction of the house. “But we must always strive to be charitable. He may have been taking a fly out of her eye, or teaching her jiu-jitsu.”
He looked at her searchingly.
“You seem less revolted,” he said, “than one might[p. 150] have expected. This argues a sweet, shall we say angelic disposition2 and confirms my already high opinion of you.”
“Thank you.”
“Not at all. Mark you,” said Psmith, “I don’t think that this sort of thing is a hobby of Comrade Threepwood’s. He probably has many other ways of passing his spare time. Remember that before you pass judgment3 upon him. Also—Young Blood, and all that sort of thing.”
“I haven’t any intention of passing judgment upon him. It doesn’t interest me what Mr. Threepwood does, either in his spare time or out of it.”
“His interest in you, on the other hand, is vast. I forgot to tell you before, but he loves you. He asked me to mention it if the conversation happened to veer4 round in that direction.”
“I know he does,” said Eve ruefully.
“And does the fact stir no chord in you?”
“I think he’s a nuisance.”
“That,” said Psmith cordially, “is the right spirit. I like to see it. Very well, then, we will discard the topic of Freddie, and I will try to find others that may interest, elevate, and amuse you. We are now approaching the main buildings. I am no expert in architecture, so cannot tell you all I could wish about the fa?ade, but you can see there is a fa?ade, and in my opinion—for what it is worth—a jolly good one. We approach by a sweeping6 gravel7 walk.”
“I am going in to report to Mr. Baxter,” said Eve with decision. “It’s too absurd. I mustn’t spend my time strolling about the grounds. I must see Mr. Baxter at once.”
Psmith inclined his head courteously8.
“Nothing easier. That big, open window there is[p. 151] the library. Doubtless Comrade Baxter is somewhere inside, toiling10 away among the archives.”
“Yes, but I can’t announce myself by shouting to him.”
“Assuredly not,” said Psmith. “No need for that at all. Leave it to me.” He stooped and picked up a large flower-pot which stood under the terrace wall, and before Eve could intervene had tossed it lightly through the open window. A muffled11 thud, followed by a sharp exclamation12 from within, caused a faint smile of gratification to illumine his solemn countenance13. “He is in. I thought he would be. Ah, Baxter,” he said graciously, as the upper half of a body surmounted14 by a spectacled face framed itself suddenly in the window, “a pleasant, sunny afternoon. How is everything?”
“You look like the Blessed Damozel gazing down from the gold bar of Heaven,” said Psmith genially16. “Baxter, I want to introduce you to Miss Halliday. She arrived safely after a somewhat fatiguing17 journey. You will like Miss Halliday. If I had a library, I could not wish for a more courteous9, obliging, and capable cataloguist.”
This striking and unsolicited testimonial made no appeal to the Efficient Baxter. His mind seemed occupied with other matters.
“Did you throw that flower-pot?” he demanded coldly.
“You will no doubt,” said Psmith, “wish on some later occasion to have a nice long talk with Miss Halliday in order to give her an outline of her duties. I have been showing her the grounds and am about to take her for a row on the lake. But after that she will—and I know I may speak for Miss Halliday in this matter—be entirely18 at your disposal.”
“Did you throw that flower-pot?”
“I look forward confidently to the pleasantest of[p. 152] associations between you and Miss Halliday. You will find her,” said Psmith warmly, “a willing assistant, a tireless worker.”
“Did you . . . ?”
“But now,” said Psmith, “I must be tearing myself away. In order to impress Miss Halliday, I put on my best suit when I went to meet her. For a row upon the lake something simpler in pale flannel19 is indicated. I shall only be a few minutes,” he said to Eve. “Would you mind meeting me at the boat-house?”
“I am not coming on the lake with you.”
“At the boat-house in—say—six and a quarter minutes,” said Psmith with a gentle smile, and pranced20 into the house like a long-legged mustang.
Eve remained where she stood, struggling between laughter and embarrassment21. The Efficient Baxter was still leaning wrathfully out of the library window, and it began to seem a little difficult to carry on an ordinary conversation. The problem of what she was to say in order to continue the scene in an agreeable manner was solved by the arrival of Lord Emsworth, who pottered out from the bushes with a rake in his hand. He stood eyeing Eve for a moment, then memory seemed to wake. Eve’s appearance was easier to remember, possibly, than some of the things which his lordship was wont22 to forget. He came forward beamingly.
“Ah, there you are, Miss . . . Dear me, I’m really afraid I have forgotten your name. My memory is excellent as a rule, but I cannot remember names . . . Miss Halliday! Of course, of course. Baxter, my dear fellow,” he proceeded, sighting the watcher at the window, “this is Miss Halliday.”
“Mr. McTodd,” said the Efficient One sourly, “has already introduced me to Miss Halliday.”
[p. 153]“Has he? Deuced civil of him, deuced civil of him. But where is he?” inquired his lordship, scanning the surrounding scenery with a vague eye.
“He went into the house. After,” said Baxter in a cold voice, “throwing a flower-pot at me.”
“Doing what?”
Lord Emsworth stared at the open window, then turned to Eve for enlightenment.
“Why did Baxter throw a flower-pot at McTodd?” he said. “And,” he went on, ventilating an even deeper question, “where the deuce did he get a flower-pot? There are no flower-pots in the library.”
Eve, on her side, was also seeking information.
“Did you say his name was McTodd, Lord Emsworth?”
“No, no. Baxter. That was Baxter, my secretary.”
“No, I mean the one who met me at the station.”
“Baxter did not meet you at the station. The man who met you at the station,” said Lord Emsworth, speaking slowly, for women are so apt to get things muddled24, “was McTodd. He’s staying here. Constance asked him, and I’m bound to say when I first heard of it I was not any too well pleased. I don’t like poets as a rule. But this fellow’s so different from the other poets I’ve met. Different altogether. And,” said Lord Emsworth with not a little heat, “I strongly object to Baxter throwing flower-pots at him. I won’t have Baxter throwing flower-pots at my guests,” he said firmly; for Lord Emsworth, though occasionally a little vague, was keenly alive to the ancient traditions of his family regarding hospitality.
“Is Mr. McTodd a poet?” said Eve, her heart beating.
“Eh? Oh yes, yes. There seems to be no doubt[p. 154] about that. A Canadian poet. Apparently25 they have poets out there. And,” demanded his lordship, ever a fair-minded man, “why not? A remarkably26 growing country. I was there in the year ’98. Or was it,” he added, thoughtfully passing a muddy hand over his chin and leaving a rich brown stain, “’99? I forget. My memory isn’t good for dates. . . . If you will excuse me, Miss—Miss Halliday, of course—if you will excuse me, I must be leaving you. I have to see McAllister, my head gardener. An obstinate27 man. A Scotchman. If you go into the house, my sister Constance will give you a cup of tea. I don’t know what the time is, but I suppose there will be tea soon. Never take it myself.”
“Mr. McTodd asked me to go for a row on the lake.”
“On the lake, eh? On the lake?” said his lordship, as if this was the last place in the neighbourhood where he would have expected to hear of people proposing to row. Then he brightened. “Of course, yes, on the lake. I think you will like the lake. I take a dip there myself every morning before breakfast. I find it good for the health and appetite. I plunge28 in and swim perhaps fifty yards, and then return.” Lord Emsworth suspended the gossip from the training-camp in order to look at his watch. “Dear me,” he said, “I must be going. McAllister has been waiting fully5 ten minutes. Good-bye, then, for the present, Miss—er—good-bye.”
And Lord Emsworth ambled29 off, on his face that look of tense concentration which it always wore when interviews with Angus McAllister were in prospect—the look which stern warriors30 wear when about to meet a foeman worthy31 of their steel.
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