A Man's Man Part 7
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"Yes," said Hughie untruthfully. "Do you quite understand how we race?"
"I _think_ so," said the child. "Your boat is second, and it wants to b.u.mp into the boat in f'ont--is that it?"
"Yes."
"Well, do it just when you pa.s.s us, will you?"
"I'll try," said Hughie, beginning to brighten up. "But it may take longer than that. About the Railway Bridge, I should think."
"And after the race will _you_ take me home again?" inquired the lady anxiously.
"Can't be done, I'm afraid. The race finishes miles from Ditton, where you will be; and I shouldn't be able to get back in time. You had better drive home with the others."
"When shall I see you again, then?" demanded Miss Gaymer, who was not of an age to be reticent about the trend of her virgin affections.
"About seven. You are all coming to dine in my rooms."
"Ooh!" exclaimed his companion in a flutter of excitement. "How long can I sit up?"
"Ask Mrs. Ames," replied the diplomatic Hughie.
"Till _ten_?" hazarded Joey, with the air of one initiating a Dutch auction.
"Don't ask _me_, old lady."
"Supposing," suggested Miss Gaymer craftily, "that you was to say you wanted me to sit up and keep you company?"
Hughie laughed. "Afraid that wouldn't work. I have to go out about nine to a b.u.mp Supper."
"What's that?"
"A College supper, in honour of the men who have been rowing."
"I like suppers," said Miss Gaymer tentatively.
Hughie smiled. "I don't think you'd like this one, Joey," he said.
"Why? Don't they have any sixpences or thimbles in the t'ifle?" said Miss Gaymer, in whose infant mind the word supper merely conjured up a vision of sticky children, wearing paper caps out of crackers, distending themselves under adult supervision.
"I don't think they _have_ any trifle."
"Perfectly p'eposte'ous!" commented Miss Gaymer with heat. (I think it has already been mentioned that she spent a good deal of her time in the company of Jimmy Marrable.) "Ices?"
"Let me see. Yes--sometimes."
"Ah!" crooned Joey, with a happy little sigh. "_Can't_ I come?"
"Afraid not, madam. b.u.mp Suppers are for gentlemen only."
"I should like that," said madam frankly.
"And they are rather noisy. You might get frightened."
"Not if I was sitting alongside of you," was the tender reply.
Joey's anxiety for his company renewed Hughie's depression of spirits.
Admiration and confidence are very desirable tributes to receive; but when they come from every quarter save the right one the desirability of that quarter is only intensified. Poor human nature! Hughie sighed again in a manner which caused the entire canoe to vibrate. Miss Gaymer suddenly turned the conversation.
"What was that person talking to you about, Hughie?" she inquired.
"Who?"
"That person that came with us in the t'ain. Miss--" Joey's mouth twisted itself into a hopeless tangle.
"Freshwater?" said Hughie, reddening.
"Yes. When you were taking us round the Co'ege after lunch you and her stayed behind on the top of the Chapel, while the rest of us were coming down. When I was waiting for you, I heard her say: 'You're the first to hear of it, Hughie.' To hear of what?"
Hughie looked genuinely disturbed.
"I don't know whether she wants it known yet, Joey," he said.
Miss Gaymer a.s.sumed an expression before which she knew that most gentlemen of her acquaintance, from Uncle Jimmy down to the coachman at home, were powerless.
"Hughie dear, you'll tell _me_, won't you?" she said.
Hughie, making a virtue of necessity, agreed.
"Well, promise you won't tell anybody," he said.
"All right," agreed Miss Gaymer, pleasantly intrigued.
"She's going to be married," said Hughie, in a voice which he endeavoured to make as matter-of-fact as possible. It was not a very successful effort. At twenty-one these things hurt quite as much, if not so lastingly, as in later life.
"I'm ve'y g'ad to hear it," remarked Miss Gaymer with composure.
Hughie looked at the small flushed face before him rather curiously.
"Why, Joey?" he asked.
"Never mind!" replied Miss Gaymer primly.
After that the conversation languished, for they were approaching the race-course, and boats of every size and rig were thronging round them.
There was the stately family gig, with an academic and myopic paterfamilias at the helm and his numerous progeny at the oars, sweeping the deep of surrounding craft like Van Tromp's broom. There was the typical May Week argosy, consisting of a rowing-man's mother and sisters, left in the care of two or three amorous but unnautical cricketers, what time their relative performed prodigies of valour in the Second Division. There was also a particularly noisome home-made motor-boat,--known up and down the river from Grantchester to Ely as "The Stinkpot,"--about the size of a coffin, at present occupied (in the fullest sense of the word) by its designer, builder, and owner; who, packed securely into his craft, with his feet in a pile of small coal, the end of the boiler in the pit of his stomach, and the engines working at fever heat between his legs, was combining the duties of stoker, engineer, helmsman, and finally (with conspicuous success) director of ramming operations.
Through these various obstacles Hughie, despite the a.s.sistance of his pa.s.senger, directed his canoe with unerring precision, and finally brought up with all standing beside the piles at Ditton. He experienced no difficulty in making arrangements for the return journey of the canoe, for a gentleman of his acquaintance begged to be allowed the privilege of navigating it home, pleading internal pressure in his own craft as the reason. Hughie granted the boon with alacrity, merely wondering in his heart which of the three languis.h.i.+ng damsels planted round his friend's tea-urn he had to thank for the deliverance.
They found the fly in a good position close to the water, with the rest of the party drinking tea, and meekly wondering when the heroes who dotted the landscape in various att.i.tudes of nervousness would disenc.u.mber themselves of their gorgeous trappings and get to business.
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