Since Mrs. Wentworth's remonstrance2 she had never once walked down the promenade3 alone between twelve and one, and to-day she felt particularly virtuous4 and light-hearted. She would go straight to the shop, match the silk, and come home at once. "I'll walk up and down with nobody," she said to herself, "not even if the band's playing 'Carmen.'"
As it happened, the band was playing selections from "The Merry Widow" when she reached the shops, and she was not tempted5 to break her good resolutions, for she met no friends at all until she had bought her silks. "I'll go just to the bottom of the promenade and walk up again," she thought, "it's such a cheerful morning."
It was. The sun shone as it sometimes will shine at the beginning of the gloomiest month. The air was soft and humid, and though the roads were shocking the wide pavement of Hamchester promenade was clean. Lallie looked down anxiously at her shapely strong brown boots. No, they had not suffered; they were smart and trim, and did no shame to the well-hung short skirt above them. She squared her shoulders, held her head very high, and strolled along serene6 in the assurance that in all essentials she presented a creditable appearance. So evidently thought a young man coming up the promenade towards her.
He was a man of middle height, slight and fair, and wearing pince-nez; clean-shaven, with full prominent blue eyes, a large head, pinkish complexion7, and an amiable8, if weak, mouth. Admiring friends told him that he greatly resembled the poet Shelley, and he prided himself upon the likeness9 while in no way dressing10 to the part. He had an extremely long neck, which rather emphasised the fact that his shoulders were narrow and sloping. He wore a stock and was generally sporting in his attire11, and his face and figure seemed curiously12 at variance13 with his clothes. In academic cap and gown his personality would have been congruous and even dignified14, but clad as he was in a well-made tweed suit with riding-coat, and wearing upon his head a straight brimmed bowler15, in spite of the fact that there was nothing exaggerated or outré in his garments he yet made upon the beholder16 a curious impression of artificiality, and seeing him for the first time one's first thought was, "Why does he dress like that?"
Immediately he caught sight of Lallie he hurried forward with outstretched hand and joy writ17 large upon his countenance18.
"You, Miss Clonmell! What unspeakably good luck! I have been hoping to meet you for the last three days, and never caught a glimpse of you."
"How do you do, Mr. Ballinger?" Lallie said demurely19, "and what brings you to these parts? Are you over for the day, or what?"
"I've come here for a bit. I'm going to hunt here for a month or two--all the season if I like it. I suppose you're coming out to-morrow?"
"Why aren't you hunting in your own country?" Lallie asked him reproachfully. "What has Fareham done that you should desert it? Do you suppose the hunting here is better?"
"I believe it's quite decent here, really; and I know a good many people, and I thought I'd like a bit of a change--and there are other reasons. Of course you're coming out with us to-morrow?"
Lallie shook her head.
"No, I'm not hunting--yet."
"Not hunting, Miss Clonmell! What on earth is the matter? Have you lost your nerve?"
"No," snapped Lallie, "but I've lost my horse. Dad's in India, as you know; the horses are in Ireland; and I'm staying with friends who don't hunt and won't let me hunt without them."
"Oh, but that's nonsense! Were you going this way--may I walk with you? I've got a little mare21 here that would carry you perfectly22 if you would honour me by riding her to-morrow. She has been ridden by a lady, and I believe she has excellent manners and is a good jumper. I'm putting up at the Harrow, the stables are so good. They're just at the back here. Won't you come round and look at the horses and see the little mare? It's not three minutes' walk."
Mr. Ballinger talked fast and eagerly, in short, jerky sentences, as though he were nervous.
"I'd love to see the horses," said Lallie, turning with him into the lane where the stables were, quite forgetful of her good resolutions to "walk with nobody."
"And if you like the look of the mare you'll come out to-morrow?"
"Ah, that's quite another matter. I don't think I can do that. Tony wouldn't like it."
"Why wouldn't Tony, whoever he is, like it?"
"Because he can't come with me."
"And why not?"
"Because he's shut up in school."
"Now really, Miss Clonmell, that is going too far. I know how you always spoil any boys you come across, but that you should give up a day's hunting because some wretched little schoolboy doesn't like you to go without him is absurd. Even you must see how ridiculous it is, and how bad for him. Let him attend to his work and mind his own business."
Mr. Ballinger spoke23 with considerable heat, and Lallie burst into delighted laughter, exclaiming:
"But he's not a little schoolboy that anybody could ignore, I assure you. Besides, I'm devoted24 to him."
"I have no doubt of it, but he wants putting in his place. Here are the stables."
Once among the horses, Lallie forgot everything except her delight in them; but not even the charms of Kitty, the mare, could make her promise to ride her the next day. So persistent25 was Mr. Ballinger, however, that to get rid of him she said she would send him a note that night should she happen to change her mind. He escorted her back to the very gate of B. House, and of course she met almost every one she knew in Hamchester while in his company.
She dismissed him at the gate, nor did she ask him in to lunch as she assuredly would have done had it been her father's house. She stood for a minute watching his somewhat slow and disappointed departure, gazing earnestly at his retreating back. Then she shook her head decidedly and went into the house.
Up the back stairs did she go in her honest desire to conciliate Miss Foster. One window on that staircase looks out on to the playground, and as she passed she caught sight of Cripps standing26 with two other prefects. The window was open and she looked out. All three boys looked up and capped her.
"The dears!" said Lallie to herself, and kissed her hand to them gaily27 as she passed.
At that very moment Miss Foster, followed by Mr. Johns, came through the swing-door at the top of the stairs. Miss Foster stopped short some four steps above Lallie, and of course Mr. Johns had to stop too, for he couldn't push past her, and to turn back would have looked odd.
"Miss Clonmell," said Miss Foster, in tones that could be heard to the farthest corner of the playground, "I really must protest against your corrupting28 the boys of this house by vulgar flirtation31 of that kind."
Lallie stood still in her turn, absolutely petrified32 by indignant astonishment33.
Cripps crimsoned34 to the roots of his hair, caught each of his friends by the arm and hurried them indoors.
"How dare you speak to me like that?" Lallie gasped35 out; "and before the boys too? How dare you insult me so?"
"I shall continue to do what I consider my duty whether it be agreeable to you or not, Miss Clonmell, and I tell you again that I will not have these vulgar flirtations."
"It is you who put a vulgar interpretation36 on the simplest actions," Lallie exclaimed furiously, and with that she turned and ran down the stairs again and across the hall and out at the front door before Miss Foster fully20 realised that she was gone.
At Miss Foster's first words poor Mr. Johns had turned and fled upstairs again, through the swing door, and out to the landing from which he could look down into the hall, and he saw Lallie's swift and furious exit. Down the sacred front stairs he dashed and out into the drive after her, catching37 her just as she turned into the road.
As he joined her she lifted to him her white miserable38 face with tragic39 eyes all dark with grief and anger.
"I must walk and walk," she said breathlessly. "I am so angry; if I had stayed another minute I should have done that woman an injury. You heard what she said?"
"I quite understand," Mr. Johns said soothingly40. "I hope you'll allow me to come with you. I won't talk."
"It's very nice of you, but really I'd be better alone."
"I think not," Mr. Johns said gently; "I hope you won't forbid me to come."
He looked so big, and kind, and honest, and withal so hopelessly uncomfortable, that Lallie's face softened41 and laughter crept back into her eyes.
"It's really very nice of you to want to come when I'm in such a bad temper. Let's go this way, where there's no people, and perhaps presently I'll feel better and we'll talk."
For nearly ten minutes Lallie pounded along in dead silence as fast as she could go. Then she began to notice that the pace which was rapidly reducing her to a state of breathless collapse42 had no sort of effect upon her companion, who, hands in his pockets, appeared to be strolling along in an easy sort of saunter at her side.
"This is ignominious," she exclaimed; "here am I walking as if for a wager43, and you don't seem hurrying one bit."
"Am I walking too fast for you?" Mr. Johns asked, in poignant44 self reproach. "I am so sorry; you see, I don't often walk with ladies."
"It isn't you at all, it's me; I'm walking too fast for myself, and it's so aggravating45 to see somebody alongside perfectly cool and composed. If I could leave you behind, or you had to trot46 to keep up with me, it wouldn't be half so trying. As it is I give in. For mercy's sake let's sit on this seat for a minute. You may talk to me now. I no longer feel like tearing the hair off Miss Foster. Tell me now, what was it I did to draw such an avalanche47 of abuse upon me?"
Side by side they sat down upon one of the hard green seats that are placed at convenient intervals48 in every road leading out of Hamchester.
Lallie's cheeks were quite rosy49 after her rapid walk. Her grey eyes were clear and limpid50 again, candid51 and inquiring as a child's. Mr. Johns gazing into them felt compelled to speak the truth.
"I think," he said slowly, "it was because you kissed your hand to Cripps."
"It wasn't only to Mr. Cripps, it was to Mr. Berry and Mr. Hamilton as well."
"Perhaps she thought you did it to attract their attention."
"And what if I did? Would she expect me to pass three nice boys living in the same house with me--though it's little enough I see of them--with my nose in the air and never a word of greeting; and if I hadn't gone up by her nasty old back stairs just to please her, this would never have happened."
"After all," said Mr. Johns, still gazing at Lallie, although she no longer looked at him, "does it matter much what Miss Foster thinks?"
"It doesn't matter to me what she thinks, but what she says does matter. I can't let her insult me in public and take no notice."
"She often," Mr. Johns remarked ruefully, "insults me in public, and I take no notice."
"Well, it's very noble of you, but I can't reach those heights. To be told I'm a vulgar flirt30 and corrupt29--corrupt, mind you--the boys, is more than I'll endure from any stout52 old woman on this earth. Do you think I'd corrupt any boys, Mr. Johns?"
"I'm quite sure you would always use your great influence in the highest possible way," Mr. Johns said solemnly, "but----"
"But what?" Lallie demanded impatiently as he hesitated.
"You might mislead a boy by--ah--for instance, kissing your hand to him."
"How mislead?"
"It's very difficult to put it in such a fashion as not to sound exaggerated and absurd; but you might, you know, make a boy think you were fond of him."
"So I am very fond of them; they're dears, and I'm perfectly ready to leave my character in their hands. They wouldn't misjudge me and think horrid53 things."
"I don't think they would misjudge you, Miss Clonmell, but they might mistake your intention."
"My intention was perfectly plain--to give them a friendly greeting as I passed. I've always kissed my hand to people ever since I was a wee little girl--Madame taught me to do it--and if that's corrupting them, the sooner I leave B. House the better. I can't turn into Diogenes in his tub at a moment's notice. If I mayn't smile and wave to the people I know, I'd best go where there's a more friendly spirit. And so I'll tell Tony, only it will bother the poor dear so. Do you think Miss Foster will go and harangue54 Tony, Mr. Johns?"
"I fear it is only too likely."
"Well, she'll get a pretty dressing down when she does," and Lallie gave a sigh of deepest satisfaction. "Tony understands me, however dense55 other people may be."
"Don't misunderstand me, Miss Clonmell, I beg; I only tried to lay before you a possible point of view--it may be a wholly erroneous one. But you know people of great charm have also great responsibilities, and it seems to me that sometimes--sometimes you are apt to forget how your graciousness may raise false hopes."
"Hopes of what? In the name of common sense what is the man talking about?" Lallie cried despairingly. "Do you mean that if I kiss my hand to a boy he will promptly56 hope I'll kiss him in a day or two?"
"That's precisely57 what I do mean, only I shouldn't have dared to say so," Mr. Johns replied emphatically.
"Oh, the boys have got far more sense than you give them credit for. Good gracious, what's that bell?"
Mr. Johns hastily dragged his watch from his pocket.
"Do you know it's a quarter past two and I'm due to play for the town on their ground at three."
"And luncheon58 will all be gone, and I'm so hungry," Lallie wailed59. "You see it was nearly half-past one when I came in, and then Miss Foster was so disagreeable and drove us both out of the house, and we walked and walked; and now what'll we do?"
"I, at any rate, must fly and change. If I take a pony60 trap down to the ground I'll just do it."
"And you've had no lunch! Oh, I am so distressed61!"
"That doesn't matter in the least, I'll snatch a biscuit and a bit of chocolate. When I'm in training I often do without lunch."
"Run then, Mr. Johns; never mind me. If you sprint62 a bit you'll be at B. House in five minutes."
"Will you not think me very rude?"
"Don't waste time talking--run!"
Mr. Johns ran, and Lallie followed very slowly, wrapped in thought.
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