On this especial day a dinner, even better than usual, was in prospect1. Miss Hancock had a large circle of acquaintances of her own; she belonged to several anti-societies. As before hinted, she was not destitute2 of a certain kindness of heart, and the counterfoils3 of her cheque book disclosed not inconsiderable sums subscribed4 to the Society for the Total Abolition5 of Vivisection and Kindred Bodies.
To-day she expected to dinner a person, a gentleman of the female persuasion—that is to say, a sort of man. Mr Bulders, the person in question, a member of the Anti-Tobacco League, was a crank of the crankiest description. He wrote letters to the paper on every conceivable subject, and in this way had obtained a dim and unholy sort of[Pg 186] notoriety. Fox hunting was his especial detestation, and his grand hobby was cremation6. "Why Fear the Flames?" by Emanuel Bulders, a pamphlet of fifteen pages, privately7 printed, reposed8 in Miss Hancock's private bookcase. But Mr Bulders has no place in this story; he is dead and—cremated, let us hope. I shadow him forth9 as the reason why Miss Hancock was sitting this evening by the drawing-room fireplace, dressed in the dress she assumed when she expected visitors, and engaged in crochet-work.
The clock pointed10 to half-past six, Bulders was due—over-due, like the Spanish galleon11 that was destined12 never to come into port. She had said in her note, "Come early, I wish to talk over the last report of the —— Society, and my brother has little sympathy with such subjects."
Suddenly her trained ear distinguished13 the sound of her brother's latchkey in the door below. Some women are strangely like dogs in so far as regards the senses of hearing and smell.
Patience Hancock, as she sat by the drawing-room fireplace, could tell that her brother had not entered the house alone. She made out[Pg 187] his voice, and then the voice of Bridgewater. She supposed that James had brought his clerk home to dinner to talk business matters over, as he sometimes did; and she was relapsing from the attitude of strained attention when a sound struck her, hit her, and caused her to drop her crochet-work and rise to her feet.
She heard the laughter of a girl.
Almost instantly upon the laughter the door opened, and it seemed to Miss Hancock that a dozen people entered the room.
"This is my sister Patience—Patience, Miss Lambert. We've all come back to dinner. Sit down, Bridgewater. By the way, Patience, there's a letter for you; I took it from the postman at the hall door." He handed the letter; it was from Mr Bulders, excusing himself for not coming to dine, and alleging14 for reason a sore throat.
Patience extended a frigid15 hand to Miss Lambert, who just touched it; all the girl's light-heartedness and vivacity16 had vanished for the moment, Patience Hancock acted upon her like a draught17 of cold air.
"I think you have heard me mention Miss Lambert's name, Patience. We have been to[Pg 188] the Zoo, the whole three of us. Immensely amusing place the Zoo—makes one feel quite a boy again. Hey, Bridgewater!"
"I hope you enjoyed it," said Miss Hancock in a perfunctory tone, glancing at Fanny, who was seated in a huge rocking-chair, the only really comfortable chair in the room, and then at Bridgewater, who had taken his seat on the ottoman.
"Pretty well, thanks," said Fanny, speaking in a languid tone. She had assumed very much the air of a fine lady all of a sudden: she was not going to be patronised by a solicitor18's daughter, and she had divined in Patience Hancock an enemy. "The Zoo is very much like the world: there is much to laugh at and much to endure. Taken as a whole, it is not an unmixed blessing19."
James Hancock opened his mouth at these sage20 utterances21, and then shut it again and turned away to smile. Bridgewater had the bad manners to scratch his head. Miss Hancock said, "Indeed?"
"Don't you think so?"
"I think the world is exactly what we choose to make it," said Patience Hancock, quoting Bulders.
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"You think that?" said Fanny, suddenly forgetting her fine lady languors. "Well, I wish some one would show me how to make the world just as I'd choose to make it. Oh, it would be such a world—no poor people, and no rain, and no misery22, and no debts."
"You mean no debtors23," said Patience, seizing her opportunity. "It is the debtors that make debts, just as it is the drunken people who make drunkenness."
"Yes, I suppose it is," said Fanny, suddenly abandoning her argumentative tone for one of reverie. "It's the people in the world that make it so horrid24 and so nice."
"That's exactly it," said Hancock, who was standing25 on the hearthrug listening to these banalities of thought, and contemplating26 Bridgewater. "Miss Lambert is a true philosopher. It is the people who make the world what it is; could we banish27 the meddlers and spies and traitors"—he looked fixedly28 at his sister—"the world would not be an unpleasant place to live in."
"I hate spies," said Fanny, totally unconscious of the delicate ground she was stepping upon—"people who poke29 about into other people's business, and open letters, and that sort of[Pg 190] thing." Miss Hancock flushed scarlet30, and her brother noted31 the fact. "James opens letters, I caught him."
"Who is James?" asked Miss Hancock.
"He's our butler," said Fanny, looking imploringly32 at Mr Hancock as if to say "Don't tell."
Miss Hancock rose. "May I show you to my room? you would like to remove your hat."
The dinner was not a success, intellectually speaking. James Hancock's temper half broke down over the soles, the sauce was not to his liking33; the sweet cakes, ices, and other horrors he had consumed during the day had induced a mild attack of dyspepsia. His nose was red, and he knew it; and, worst of all, faint twinges of gout made themselves felt. His right great toe was saying to him, "Wait till you see what you'll have to-morrow." Then Boffins, the old butler, tripped on the cat, broke a dish, and James Hancock's temper flew out.
I have described James Hancock badly, if you have not perceived that he was a man with a temper. The evil demons34 in the Merangues and ices, the irritation35 caused by Bridgewater's confession36, the provoking [Pg 191]calmness of his sister, the uric acid in his blood, and the smash of the broken dish, all combined of a sudden and were too much for him.
"Damn that cat!" he cried. "Cats, cats, cats! How often have I told you"—to his sister—"that I will not have my house filled with those sneaking37, prowling beasts? Chase her out; where is she?"
Boffins looked under the table and said "Scat," but nothing "scatted."
"She's gone, Mr James."
"I won't have cats in my house," said Mr James, proceeding38 with his dinner and feeling rather ashamed of his outburst. "Dear Lord, Patience, what do you call this thing?"
"The cook," said Patience, "calls it, I believe, a vol-au-vent. What is wrong with it?"
"What is right with it, you mean. Don't touch it, Miss Lambert, unless you wish to have a nightmare."
"I think it's delicious," said Fanny, "and I don't mind nightmares. They're rather fun—when they are over, and you wake up and find yourself safe in bed."
"Well, you'll have some fun to-night," grunted39 James. "The person who cooked[Pg 192] this atrocity40 ought to be made sleep with the person who eats it."
"James, you need not be vulgar," said his sister.
"What's vulgar?"
"Your remark."
"Boffins, fill Miss Lambert's glass—let's change the subject. This champagne41 is abominably42 iced—give me some Burgundy."
"James!"
"Well?"
"Burgundy!"
"Well, what about Burgundy?"
"Surely you remember the gout—the frightful43 attack you had last time after Burgundy."
"Gout? I suppose you mean Arthritic44 Rheumatism45? But perhaps you are right, and Dr Garrod was wrong—let us call it gout. Fill up the glass, Boffins. Bridgewater, try some Burgundy, and see if it affects your gout. Boffins, that cat's in the room, I hear it purring. I hear it, I tell you, sir! where is the beast?"
The beast, as if in answer, poked46 its head from under the table-cloth—it was in Miss Lambert's lap.
Altogether the dinner was not a success.
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"Your father has known my brother some time?" said Miss Hancock, when the ladies found themselves alone in the drawing-room after dinner.
"Oh yes, some time now," said Fanny. "They met over some law business. Father had a dispute with Mr Bevan of Highshot Towers, the place adjoining ours, you know, down in Buckinghamshire, and Mr Hancock was very kind—he arbitrated."
"Indeed? that is funny, for he is Mr Bevan's solicitor."
"Is that so? I'm sure I don't know, I never trouble myself about law business or money matters. I leave all that to father."
They talked on various matters, and before Miss Lambert had been packed into a specially47 chartered four-wheeler and driven home with Bridgewater on the box beside the driver as chaperone, Miss Hancock had come to form ideas about Miss Lambert such as she had never formed about any other young lady. Ideas the tenor48 of which you will perceive later on.
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