Mr. Waddington of Wyck Part 4
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"You mean the first thing is that Barbara draws up the prospectus."
"Under my supervision."
"The next thing," f.a.n.n.y said, "is to conceal your prospectus from your Committee till it's in print. You come to your Committee with your prospectus. You don't offer it for discussion."
"Supposing," Barbara said, "they insist on discussing it?"
"They won't," said f.a.n.n.y, "once it's printed, especially if it's paid for. You must get Pyecraft to send in his bill at once. And if they _do_ start discussing you can put them off with the date and place of the meeting and the wording of the posters. That'll give them something to talk about. I suppose you'll be chairman."
"Well, I think, in the circ.u.mstances, they could hardly appoint anybody else."
"I don't know. Somebody might suggest Sir John Corbett."
Mr. Waddington's face sagged with dismay as f.a.n.n.y presented this unpleasant possibility.
"I don't think Sir John would care about it. I shall suggest it to him myself; but I don't think--."
After all, Sir John Corbett was a lazy man.
"When you've roused Sir John, if you ever _do_ rouse him, then you'll have to round up all the towns and villages for twenty miles. It's a pity you can't have Ralph; he would have rounded them for you in no time on his motor-bike."
"I am quite capable of rounding them all up myself, thank you."
"Well, dear," said f.a.n.n.y placably, "it'll keep you busy for the next six months, and that'll be nice. You won't miss the war then so much, will you?"
"_Miss the war_?"
"Yes, you do miss it, darling. He was a special constable, Barbara; and he sat on tribunals; and he drove his motor-car like mad on government service. He had no end of a time. It's no use your saying you didn't enjoy it, Horatio, for you did."
"I was glad to be of service to my country as much as any soldier, but to say that I enjoyed the war--"
"If there hadn't been a war there wouldn't have been any service to be glad about."
"My dear f.a.n.n.y, it's a perfectly horrible suggestion. Do you mean to say that I would have brought about that--that infamous tragedy, that I would have sent thousands and thousands of our lads to their deaths to get a job for myself? If I thought for one moment that you were serious--"
"You don't like me to be anything else, dear."
"I certainly don't like you to joke about such subjects."
"Oh, come," said f.a.n.n.y, "we all enjoyed our war jobs except poor Ralph, who got ga.s.sed first thing, and _then_ concussed with a sh.e.l.l-burst."
"Oh, did he?" said Barbara.
"He did. And don't you think, Horatio, considering the rotten time he's had, and that he lost a lucrative job through the war, and that you've done him out of his secretarys.h.i.+p, don't you think you might forgive him?"
"Of course," said Horatio, "I forgive him."
He had got up to go and had reached the door when f.a.n.n.y called him back.
"And I can write and ask him to come and dine to-morrow night, can't I?
I want to be quite sure that he _does_ dine."
"I have never said or implied," said Horatio, "that he was not to come and dine."
With that he left them.
"The beautiful thing about Horatio," said f.a.n.n.y, "is that he never bears a grudge against people, no matter what he's done to them. I've no doubt that Ralph was excessively provoking and put him in the wrong, and yet, though he was in the wrong, and knows he was in it, he doesn't resent it. He doesn't resent it the least little bit."
2
Barbara wondered how and where she would be expected to spend her evenings now that f.a.n.n.y's husband had come home. Being secretary to Mr.
Waddington and companion to f.a.n.n.y wouldn't mean being companion to both of them at once. So when Horatio appeared in the drawing-room after coffee, she asked if she might sit in the morning-room and write letters.
"Do you want to sit in the morning-room?" said f.a.n.n.y.
"Well, I ought to write those letters."
"There's a fire in the library. You can write there. Can't she, Horatio?"
Mr. Waddington looked up with the benign expression he had had when he came on Barbara alone in the drawing-room before dinner, a look so directed to her neck and shoulders that it told her how well her low-cut evening frock became her.
"She shall sit anywhere she likes. The library is hers whenever she wants to use it."
Barbara thought she would rather like the library. As she went she couldn't help seeing a look on f.a.n.n.y's face that pleaded, that would have kept her with her. She thought: She doesn't want to be alone with him.
She judged it better to ignore that look.
She had been about an hour in the library; she had written her letters and chosen a book and curled herself up in the big leather chair and was reading when Mr. Waddington came in. He took no notice of her at first, but established himself at the writing-table with his back to her. He would, of course, want her to go. She uncurled herself and went quietly to the door.
Mr. Waddington looked up.
"You needn't go," he said.
Something in his face made her wonder whether she ought to stay. She remembered that she was Mrs. Waddington's companion.
"Mrs. Waddington may want me."
"Mrs. Waddington has gone to bed.... Don't go--unless you're tired. I'm getting my thoughts on paper and I may want you."
She remembered that she was Mr. Waddington's secretary.
She went back to her chair. It was only his face that had made her wonder. His great back, bent to his task, was like another person there; absorbed and unmoved, it chaperoned them. From time to time she heard brief scratches of his pen as he got a thought down. It was ten o'clock.
When the half-hour struck Mr. Waddington gave a thick "Ha!" of irritation and got up.
"It's no use," he said. "I'm not in form to-night. I suppose it's the journey."
He came to the fireplace and sat down heavily in the opposite chair.
Barbara was aware of his eyes, considering, appraising her.
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