"Who's there?" she called, steadying her voice to a matter-of-fact and casual tone.
The door was pushed open, and the man who had been a vision entered.
"I beg your pardon," said he. "I wasn't sure whether it was the proper thing to come in here. I looked into another room, and had a glimpse of a gentleman who seemed to be rather dormant6."
"The office is open?"
"Certainly."
As he advanced into the room the man took off the glossy9 silk hat which he was wearing at the far back of his head. He had an overcoat, but carried it on his left arm. He was tall and broad--something, indeed, in the nature of a giant--with a florid, smooth face; aged10 perhaps thirty-three. He had a way of pinching his lips together and pressing his lower jaw11 against his high collar, thus making a false double chin or so; the result was to produce an effect of wise and tolerant good-humour, as of one who knew humanity and who while prepared for surprises was not going to judge us too harshly. He was in full evening-dress, and his clothes were superb. They glistened12; they fitted without a crease13. The vast curve of the gleaming stiff shirt-front sloped perfect in its contour; the white waistcoat was held round the stupendous form by three topaz buttons; from somewhere beneath the waistcoat a gold chain emerged and vanished somewhere into the hinterland of his person. The stout14 white kid gloves were thickly ridged on the backs and fitted the broad hands as well as the coat fitted the body--it was inconceivable that they had not been made to measure as everything else must have been made to measure. The man would have been overdressed had he not worn his marvellous and costly15 garments with absolute naturalness and simplicity16.
Lilian thought:
"He must be a man-about-town, a clubman, the genuine article."
She was impressed, secretly flustered17, and very anxious to meet him as an equal on his own ground of fine manners. She divined that, having entered the room once and fairly caught her asleep, he had had the good taste to withdraw and cough and make a new entry in order to spare her modesty18; and she was softly appreciative19, while quite determined20 to demonstrate by her demeanour that she had not been asleep.
She thought:
"Gertie Jackson wouldn't have known where to look, in my place."
Still, despite her disdain21 of Gertie Jackson's deportment, she felt herself to be terribly unproficient in the social art.
"Is it anything urgent?" she asked.
"Well, it is a bit urgent."
He had a strong, full, pleasant voice.
"Won't you sit down?"
"Thanks."
He sat down, disposing his hat by the side of her machine, and his overcoat on another chair, and drawing off his gloves.
Lilian waited like a cat to pounce22 upon the slightest sign of familiarity and kill it; for she had understood that men-about-town regarded girl typists as their quarry23 and as nothing else. But there was no least lapse24 from deferential25 propriety26; the clubman might have been in colloquy27 with his sister's friend--and his sister listening in the next room. He pulled a manuscript from his breast-pocket, and, after a loving glance at it, offered it to her.
"I've only just written it," said he. "And I want to take it round to the Evening Standard office myself in the morning before 8.30. The editor's an acquaintance of mine and I might get it into to-morrow afternoon's paper. In fact, it must be to-morrow or never--because of the financial debate in the House, you see. Topical. I wonder whether you'd be good enough to do it for me."
"Let me see," said Lilian professionally. "About fifteen hundred words, or hardly. Oh, yes! I will do it myself."
"That's very kind of you. Will you mind looking at the writing? Do you think you'll be able to make it out? I was at a bit of a jolly to-night, and my hand's never too legible."
Without glancing further at the manuscript, Lilian answered:
"It's our business to make out writing."
Suddenly she gave him her full smile.
"I suppose it is," he said, also smiling. "Now shall I call for the copy about 8 o'clock?"
"I'm afraid the office won't be open at 8 o'clock," said Lilian. "We close at 6.30 for an hour or two. But what's the address? Is it anywhere near here?"
"6a Jermyn Street. You'll see it all on the back of the last page."
"It could be delivered--dropped into your letter-box--by 6.30 this morning, and you could take it out of the box any time after that." The idea seemed to have spontaneously presented itself to her. She forbore to say that her intention was to deliver the copy herself on her way home.
"Not at all. You see, we specialize in urgent things.... We charge double for night-work, I ought to tell you--in fact, three shillings a thousand, with a minimum."
"Of course! Of course! I quite understand that. Perhaps you'll put the bill in the envelope." He drew forth29 a watch that looked like a gold half-crown. "Two o'clock. And I can count on it being in the letter-box at six-thirty."
"Absolutely."
"Well, all I say is, it's very wonderful."
She smiled again: "It's just our business."
He bowed gracefully30 in departing.
As soon as he was gone she looked at the back of the last page. "Lord Mackworth." Never having heard of such a lord, she consulted the office Who's Who. Yes, he was there. "Mackworth, Lord. See Fermanagh, Earl of." She turned to the F pages. He was the e.s. of the Earl of Fermanagh. E.s. meant eldest31 son, she assumed. One day he would be an earl. She was thrilled.
Eagerly she read the manuscript before starting to copy it. The subject was the fall in the exchange value of the French franc. "Abstruse," she called it to herself. Frightfully learned! Yet the article was quite amusing to read. In one or two places it was almost funny enough to make her laugh. And Lord Mackworth illustrated32 his points by the prices of commodities and pleasure at Monte Carlo. Evidently he had just returned from Monte Carlo. What a figure! He had everything--title, blood, wealth, style, a splendid presence, perfect manners; he was intellectual, he was clever, he was political, he wrote for the Press. And withal he was a man of pleasure, for he had been to Monte Carlo, and that very night he had taken part in a "jolly"--whatever a jolly was!
No! He was not married; it was impossible that he should be married. But naturally he must keep mistresses. They always kept mistresses. Though what a man like him could see in that sort of girl passed Lilian. "You could marry anybody you liked if you put your mind to it," Mr. Grig had said. Absurdly, horribly untrue! How, for instance, could she set about to marry Lord Mackworth? She was for ever imprisoned33; she could not possibly, by any device, break through the transparent34, invisible, adamantine walls that surrounded her. Beautiful, was she? Gifts, had she? Well, she had sat opposite this lord, close to him, in a room secure from interruption, in the middle of the night. She had been obliging. And he had not been sufficiently35 interested to swerve36 by a hair's breadth from his finished and nonchalant formal politeness. Her rôle in relation to Lord Mackworth was to tap out his clever article on the old Underwood and to deliver it herself in the chilly37 darkness of the morning before going exhausted38 to her miserable39 lodging40! She, lovely! She, burning with ambition! ... The visit of the man of title and of parts was like an act of God to teach her the realities of her situation and the dangerous folly41 of dreams.
She tiptoed out of the room to see if Mr. Grig really was asleep as Lord Mackworth had suggested. She hoped that he was unconscious and that the visit was her secret. Either he was very soundly asleep or the stir of the arrival and departure must have awakened42 him. If he was awake she would pretend that she wanted to inform him of the job just come in, since he had previously43 enquired44 about the course of business. If not, she would say nothing of the affair--merely enter up the job in the night-book, and wait for any inquiries45 that might be made before opening her mouth.
Through the door ajar Mr. Grig could be seen fast asleep in his padded chair. His lower jaw had fallen, revealing a mouth studded with precious metal. He was generally spry, in his easy-going manner, and often had quite a youthful air, but now there could be no mistake about his age, which according to Lilian's standard of age was advanced. To Lilian forty was oldish, fifty quite old, and sixty venerable. What a contrast between the fresh, brilliant, authentic46 youth of Lord Mackworth and the imitation juvenility47 of Mr. Grig even at his spryest! The souvenir of Lord Mackworth's physical individuality made the sight of Mr. Grig almost repellent. She was divided from Mr. Grig by the greatest difference in the world, the difference between one generation and another.
She crept back, resolving to accomplish the finest piece of typescript that had ever been done in the office. Had she not brains to surpass Gertie Jackson at anything if she chose to try? Just as she was entering her own room the outer door of the office opened. More urgent work! It was Lord Mackworth again. She stood stock-still in the doorway, her head thrown back and turned towards him, her body nearly within the room. Agitated48 by a sudden secret anticipation49, by a pleasure utterly50 unhoped for, she gave him a nervous, welcoming, enquiring51 smile, a smile without reserve, and full of the confidence due to one who had proved at once his reliability52 and his attractiveness. She had a feeling towards him as towards an old friend. She knew that her face was betraying her joy, but she did not care, because she trusted him; and, moreover, it would in any case have been impossible for her to hide her joy.
"There's just one thing," began Lord Mackworth in a cautious whisper, though previously he had put no restraint on his powerful voice, and paused.
"Will you come in?" she invited him, also in a whisper, and moved quickly from his line of sight. He followed her, and having entered her room softly shut the door, which at the previous interview had remained half open.
"Will you sit down?"
They both sat down in their original positions. Yes, they were like friends. More, they were like conspirators53. Why? What would the next moment disclose? It seemed to her that the next moment must unfold into an unpredictable, beautiful blossom such as nobody had ever seen. She was intensely excited. She desired ardently54 that he should ask her to help him in some matter in which she alone could help him. She was a touching55, wistful spectacle. All her defences had sunk away. He could not but see that he had made a conquest, that the city of loveliness had fallen into his hands.
"It just occurred to me--please tell me if I'm being indiscreet--that perhaps you wouldn't mind doing me a little service. I may oversleep myself in the morning, and I can't get at my man now. Would you mind giving me a ring up on the 'phone about six o'clock? You see, I have the telephone by my bed, and it would be sure to wake me--especially if you told the operator to keep on ringing. It's very necessary I should run along to the newspaper office and see the editor personally as soon as he gets there. Otherwise I might be done in. Of course, I could sit up for the rest of the night----" He laughed shortly.
Nearly opposite the end of Clifford Street, in Bond Street, was a hosier's shop with the royal arms over the entrance and half a dozen pairs of rich blue-and-crimson pyjamas57--and nothing else--displayed in the window against a chaste58 background of panelled acacia wood. Lilian saw a phantasm of her client's lordly chamber59, with the bed and the telephone by the bed, and the great form of the man himself recumbent and moveless, gloriously and imperfectly covered in a suit of the blue-and-crimson pyjamas. She heard the telephone bell ring--ring--ring--ring--ring--ring, pertinaciously61. The figure did not stir. Ring--ring--ring--ring! At last the figure stirred, turned over, half sat up, seized the telephone, which, pacified62, ceased to ring, and the figure listened--to her voice! It was her voice that was heard in the chamber.... The most sharply masculine hallucination that she had ever had, perhaps the only one. It moved her to the point of fright. The whole house might have rocked under her--rocked once, and then resumed its firmness. She felt faint, terror-struck, and excruciatingly, inexplicably63 happy. And she was ashamed; she was shocked by the mystery of herself. Flushing, she bent60 her face over the desk.
"Perhaps I'd better sit up all night," Lord Mackworth added apologetically.
"What's your number?" she asked in a low voice, not looking up.
"Regent 1067."
"Regent 1067," she repeated the number, even writing it on her note pad.
"You're really awfully kind. I hesitated to suggest it. I do hope you'll forgive me."
She looked up quickly, and into his eyes.
"I shall be delighted to give you a ring," she said, with sweet, smiling eagerness. "It's no trouble at all. None at all, I assure you."
She was the divine embodiment of the human and specially56 feminine desire to please, to please charmingly, to please completely, to please with the whole force and beauty of her individuality. The poor boy must get a few hours' sleep. A man needed sleep; sleep was important to him. As for her, the woman's task was to watch and work, and when the moment came she would wake the man--the child--who was incapable64 of waking himself.
"Well, thanks ever so much." He rose.
"I suppose you don't want a carbon of your article as well?" she suggested.
"It's an idea," he agreed. "You never know. I think I will have a carbon."
"I don't think so." She did not quite like this remark of his. It seemed to her to be a commonplace device for prolonging the interview; it shook her faith in his probity66.
But he insisted, nodding his head.
"Yes. In Bond Street. I remember you were wearing an exceedingly pretty hat, with some yellow flowers in it."
She was dumbfounded, for she did possess a pretty hat with yellow flowers in it. She had done him an injustice67. Fancy him noticing her, admiring, remembering! It was incredible. She must have made a considerable impression on him. She smiled her repentance68 for having doubted his probity even for a moment.
"You must have a very good memory," she said, in her gaze an exquisite69 admission of his rightness.
"Oh! I have!"
They shook hands. In holding out her hand she drew back her body. She had absurdly hoped that he would offer to shake hands, not really expecting him to do so. He departed with unimpeachable70 correctness and composure. What nice discretion71 he had shown in not referring earlier to the fact that her face was not unknown to him! Most men would have contrived72 to work it in at the very beginning of the conversation. But he had actually gone away, the first time, without mentioning it.
Lilian was left in such a state of exaltation that she could not immediately start to work. She was ecstatically inspired with a resolution, far transcending73 all previous yearnings of a similar nature, to fulfil herself, to be herself utterly, to bring her gifts to fruition despite all obstacles and all impossibilities. It was not that she desired to please Lord Mackworth (though she passionately74 desired to please him), nor to achieve luxury and costliness75 and elegance76 and a highly refined way of life. These things, however important and delectable77, were merely the necessary incidentals to the supreme78 end of exploiting her beauty, charm and benevolence79 so that in old age she would not have to say, "I might have been."
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