Sally Bishop Part 14
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When the clock at the Law Courts was striking the half-hour after twelve, he came up out of that depth of journalism which lies like a hidden world below the level of Fleet Street and made his way along towards the Strand. There was a definite intention in his movements.
He walked quickly; turned up without hesitation into Southampton Street, and again into King Street. There the speed of his steps lessened and, walking past the premises of Bonsfield & Co., he kept his eyes in the direction of the window at which he had first seen Sally Bishop at work.
She was there, her fingers more lively now than when he had seen them before, in their eternal dance upon the untiring keys. In the lingering glance he took at her as he walked slowly by, there was much that was curiosity, but a greater interest. Thoughts had swept through his mind since the previous Sat.u.r.day night. He saw her now from a different point of view. He still found her attractive-compellingly so. There was something exquisitely naive about her, an innocence that was precious. In all the sordid side of life that he had seen--that was his daily portion to see, for the journalism of a free lance can be sordid indeed--he found her fresh.
That had been the swift impression which he had formed in the few moments that he had seen her, spoken to her, on the top of the 'bus from Piccadilly Circus. At this second sight of her, he was not disillusioned. Even there, in the midst of offices, chained to the machine at which she worked, she seemed cut out from her surroundings--a personality apart.
He walked past the book shop, down the street, until he came within sight of the clock in the post-office in Bedford Street. It was ten minutes to one. He turned back again. It was a practical certainty that she would be going out to lunch at one. The only question that arose as a difficulty in his mind was the possibility of her being accompanied by some other member of Bonsfield's staff. He knew that it would be inconsiderate to approach her then.
Finally he decided to a wait her coming in one of the arches of Covent Garden market, from whence he could survey the entire length of the street. He had scarcely taken up his position when she came out into view. She walked in his direction, She was alone.
Traill felt a sensation in his blood. It was not unaccountable, but it was unexpected. A combination of eagerness and timidity, that he would have ridiculed in any one else, had mastered him for the moment.
Years ago, he would have understood it, expected it. Now he was thirty-six. A man who has lived to his age, lived the years moreover in his way, does not look to be moved to school-boy timidity by the sight of a woman. He pulled a cigarette-case out of his pocket, extracted a cigarette and lit it before he was really conscious of this action.
She pa.s.sed down Southampton Street into the Strand without noticing him. Then for the second time he followed. It was an easy matter to keep the blue feather in her hat in sight in the crowds of people all hurrying to get the most of the hour for their mid-day meal. He let her keep some yards ahead. Then she vanished into a restaurant at the corner of Wellington Street. He smiled. The matter was as good as done now. In another three minutes he would be ten pounds in her debt.
He allowed a couple of minutes to go by before he entered the restaurant; then he pushed open the doors and his eyes took in the room with a swift scrutiny.
Everything was in his favour. She was seated at a table in the corner of the room, herself the only occupant of it. He walked across to her without hesitation--no timidity now. That had vanished with the need for a show of determination. Here he must dominate the situation or fail utterly.
"There's no need to move to another table," he said as he pulled out a chair for himself and sat down opposite to her. "If you really strongly object to my having my lunch opposite to you, I'll move away."
"I do object," she replied.
"But why?"
"I don't know you, I don't know who you are."
"That's not a great difficulty," he said, smiling.
"I think it is."
He laughed lightly. "Not a bit of it. It can easily be overcome. My name's Traill. I'm a barrister--briefless--the type of barrister that populates the Temple and all those places. One of these days I may come into my own; I may be conducting the leading cases at the criminal bar; I may be--but it's not even one of my castles in the air."
She smiled at his inconsequence. "You seem to take it very lightly,"
she remarked.
"Why not? Do you imagine I sit in chambers all day long, pining for the impossible which no alchemy of fate can apparently ever alter?
I'm also a journalist. That's why I've come to see you." He spoke utterly at random.
"To see me?"
"Yes."
The waitress was standing impatiently by the table, tapping her tray with her fingers.
"What are you going to have?" he asked.
Sally s.n.a.t.c.hed a swift glance at him. Was he conscious that he was overruling her objections? She saw no sign of it. He looked up at her questioningly, waiting for her answer.
"I don't mind at all," she replied. She felt too timid to say what she would really like, too ashamed perhaps to say what she usually had for her lunch. The best course was to let him choose. "I'll have whatever you do," she said agreeably.
He gave the order, a meal for which she could never have afforded to pay. Then he turned back with a humorous smile to her.
"The objection, the difficulty's overcome, then," he said.
Sally allowed herself to smile, eyes in a swift moment raised to his.
"I never said so."
"No, no; but surely this is tacit admission. However, the point is not the saying of it." He saw the look of doubtfulness beginning to show itself in her eyes. "What's the good of talking about it? We're here for the purpose of eating, not discussing social conventions.
You know who I am, I shall know who you are in another two or three minutes if you'll be kind enough to tell me. Why, good heavens! life's short enough, without surrounding everything we want with social restrictions. I'm a barrister, I told you that before. In some sort of legal directory you'll find out exactly when I left Oxford and was called to the bar. In _Who's Who?_ you'll find out exactly where I live, though I can tell you that myself--" he mentioned the number of his chambers in Regent Street. "They'll tell you in _Who's Who?_ that my sports are riding, fis.h.i.+ng, and shooting--that describes a man in England; it doesn't describe me. I don't ride; I don't fish or shoot; I used to; that's another matter. I only ride an occasional hobby now--fish for work on the papers, and shoot-- Lord knows what I shoot! Nothing, I suppose. I belong to the National Liberal Club for the Library, to the Savage where you pa.s.s along an editor as you would a christening mug, and to the National Sporting, because there's a beast in every man, thank G.o.d!"
He had won her. The rattle of that conversation had driven all thoughts of doubt out of her mind. She would not have denied herself of his company now for any foolish pretext of convention. In that hurried summary of himself and his affairs, proving himself by it, without any pride and conceit, to be a man of very different stamp and interest to Mr. Arthur Montagu, he had marked her in her flight for liberty. Nothing was binding her--no interest in life but to be loved. Had there been any such bond--the prospect of an engagement which was not distasteful to her--he would have found it no easy matter to win her to interest then. But she was free, in the midst of her flight, and he had marked her. She looked into his eyes as the sighted bird blinks before the glittering barrel of the gun, and she knew that he could win her if he chose.
"Well," he said, "I've got nothing more to tell you. How about you?"
She took a little handkerchief out from the folds in her coat, then put it back again, apparently with no purpose.
"I thought you had something to tell me?"
"I?"
"Yes; you said when you came up to the table that you had."
"That? Oh yes, that's business. We'll talk about that later. I want to hear something about yourself first. You're engaged to be married."
He rushed blindly at that--knew nothing about it. A ring on her finger had suggested the thought, but whether it were on the proper finger or not was beyond his knowledge of such little details.
"What makes you think that?" she asked.
"The ring on the finger."
"But that's not the right finger."
"Isn't it?"
"No. My grandmother gave me that."
He held her eyes--forced her to see the comprehension in his.
"Then you won't help me?" he said.
"Help you? How?"
"You don't want to tell me anything about yourself?"
"But I have nothing to tell. I'm a very uninteresting person, I'm afraid."
This was shyness, this dropping into conventional phrases. He led her deftly through them to a greater confidence in his interest, as you steer a boat through shallow, rapid-running water. He wanted to get to the woman beneath it all, knowing that the woman was there.
So he made for deep water, guiding her through the shoals. Before they had finished their second course, she was telling him about Mr.
Sally Bishop Part 14
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