A Bed of Roses Part 15
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Fat Bella, chewing the cud at the table, shot a malevolent glance at her. Gertie took no notice of her, tied on her veil with a snap, and collected her steel purse, parasol, and long white cotton gloves.
'Bye, everybody,' she said, 'be good. Bye, Miss Prodgitt; wish yer luck with yer perliceman, but you take my tip; all what glitters isn't coppers.'
Before Miss Prodgitt could find a retort to this ruthless exposure of her idyll, Gertie had vanished down the stairs. Lottie dreamily turned to the last page of _London Opinion_ and vainly attempted to sound the middle of her back; she was clearly disturbed by the advertis.e.m.e.nt of a patent medicine. Victoria watched her amusedly.
They were not bad sorts, any of them. Lottie, in her sharp way, had been a kindly guide in the early days, explained the meaning of 'checks,'
shown her how to distinguish the inflexion on the word 'bill,' that tells whether a customer wants the bill of fare or the bill of costs, imparted too the wonderful mnemonics which enable a waitress to sort four simultaneous orders. Gertie, the only frankly common member of the staff, barked ever but bit never. As for Bella, poor soul, she represented neutrality. The thread of her life was woven; she would marry her policeman when he got his stripe, and bear him dull company to the grave. Gertie would no doubt look after herself. Not being likely to marry, she might keep straight and end as a manageress, probably save nothing and end in the workhouse, or go wrong and live somehow, and then die as quickly as a robin pa.s.sing from the suns.h.i.+ne to the darkness.
Lottie was a greater problem; in her intelligence lay danger; she had imagination, which in girls of her cla.s.s is a perilous possession. Her enthusiasm might take her anywhere, but very much more likely to misery than to happiness. However, as she was visibly weak-chested, Victoria took comfort in the thought that the air of the underground smoking-room would some day settle her troubles.
Victoria did not follow up her own line of life because as for all young things, there was no end for her--nothing but mist ahead, with a rosy tinge in it. Sufficient was it that she was in receipt of a fairly regular income, not exactly overworked, neither happy nor miserable.
Apart from the two hours rush in the middle of the day, there was nothing to worry her. After two months she had worked up a fair connection; she could not rival the experienced Lottie, nor even Gertie whose forward little ways always 'caught on,' but she kept up an average of some fourteen s.h.i.+llings a week in tips. Thus she scored over Gladys and Cora, whose looks and manners were unimpressive, lymphatic Bella being of course outcla.s.sed by everybody. Twenty-one and six a week was none too much for Victoria, whose ideas of clothes were fatally upper middle cla.s.s; good, and not too cheap. Still, she was enough of her cla.s.s to live within her income, and even add a s.h.i.+lling now and then to her little h.o.a.rd.
A door opened downstairs. 'Four o'clock! Come down! Vic! Bella! Lottie!
Vat are you doing? gn?'
Bella jumped up in terror, her fat cheeks quivering like jelly. 'Coming, Mr Stein, coming,' she cried, making for the stairs. Victoria followed more slowly. Lottie, secure in her privileges as head waitress, did not move until she heard the door below slam behind them.
Victoria lazily made for her tables. They were unoccupied save by a youth of the junior clerk type.
'Small tea toasted scone, Miss,' said the monarch with an approving look at Victoria's eyes. As she turned to execute his order he threw himself back in the bamboo arm chair. He joined his ten finger tips, and, crossing his legs, negligently displayed a purple sock. He retained this att.i.tude until the return of Victoria.
'Kyou,' she said, depositing his cup before him. She had unconsciously acquired this incomprehensible habit of waitresses.
The young man availed himself of the wait for the scone to inform Victoria that it was a cold day.
'We don't notice it here,' she said graciously enough.
'Hot place, eh,' said the customer with a wink.
Victoria smiled. In the early days she would have snubbed him, but she had heard the remark before and had a stereotyped answer ready which, with a new customer, invariably earned her a reputation for wit.
'Oh, the hotter the fewer.' She smiled negligently, moving away towards the counter. When she returned with the scone, the youth held out his hand for the plate, and, taking it, touched the side of hers with his finger tips. She gave him a faint smile and sat down a couple of yards away on a chair marked 'Attendant.'
The youth congratulated her upon the prettiness of the place. Victoria helped him through his scone by agreeing with him generally. She completed her conquest by lightly touching his shoulder as she gave him his check.
'Penny?' asked Bella, as the youth gone, Victoria slipped her fingers under the cup.
'Gent,' replied Victoria, displaying three coppers.
Bella sighed. 'You've got all the luck, don't often get a twopenny; never had a gent in my life.'
'I don't wonder you don't,' said Cora from the other side of the room, 'looking as pleasant as if you were being photographed. You got to give the boys some sport.'
Bella sighed. 'It's all very well, Cora, I'm an ugly one, that's what it is.'
'Get out; I'm not a blooming daisy. Try was.h.i.+ng your hair . . .'
'It's wrong,' interposed Bella ponderously.
'Oh, shut it, _Miss_ Prodgitt, I've no patience with you.'
Cora walked away to the counter where Gladys was brewing tea. There was a singular similarity between these two; both were short and plump; both used henna to bring their hair up to a certain hue of redness; both had complexions obviously too dark for the copper of their locks, belied as it was already by their brown eyes. Indeed their resemblance frequently created trouble, for each maintained that the other ruined her trade by making her face cheap.
'Can't help it if you've got a cheap face,' was the invariable answer from either. 'You go home and come back when the rhubarb's out,' usually served as a retort.
The July afternoon oozed away. It was cool; now and then an effluvium of tea came to Victoria, mingled with the scent of toast. Now and then too the rumble of a dray or the clatter of a hansom filtered into the dullness. Victoria almost slept.
The inner door opened. A tall, stout, elderly man entered, throwing a savage glance round the shop. There was a little stir among the girls.
Bella's rigidity increased tenfold. Cora and Gladys suddenly stopped talking. Alone Victoria and Lottie seemed unconcerned at the entrance of b.u.t.ty, for 'b.u.t.ty' it was.
'b.u.t.ty,' otherwise Mr Burton, the chairman of 'Rosebud, Ltd.,' continued to glare theatrically. He wore a blue suit of a crude tint, a check black and white waistcoat, a soft fronted brown s.h.i.+rt and, set in a s.h.i.+lling poplin tie, a large black pearl. Under a grey bowler set far back on his head his forehead sloped away to his wispy greying hair. His nose was large and veined, his cheeks pendulous and touched with rosacia; his hanging underlip revealed yellow teeth. The heavy dullness of his face was somewhat relieved by his little blue eyes, piercing and sparkling like those of a snake. His face was that of a man who is looking for faults to correct.
Mr Burton strode through the shop to the counter where Cora and Gladys at once a.s.sumed an air of rect.i.tude while he examined the cash register.
Then, without a word, he returned towards the doorway, sweeping Lottie's tables with a discontented glance, and came to a stop before one of Bella's tables.
'What's this? what the devil do you mean by this?' thundered b.u.t.ty, pointing to a soiled plate and cup.
'Oh, sir, I'm sorry, I . . .' gasped Bella, 'I . . .'
'Now look here, my girl,' hissed b.u.t.ty, savagely, 'don't you give me any of your lip. If I ever find anything on a table of yours thirty seconds after a customer's gone, it's the sack. Take it from me.'
He walked to the steps and descended into the smoking-room. Cora and Gladys went into fits of silent mirth, pointing at poor Bella. Lottie, unconcerned as ever, vainly tried to extract interest from the shop copy of 'What's On.'
'Victoria,' came b.u.t.ty's voice from below. 'Where's Mr Stein? Come down.'
'He's was.h.i.+ng, sir,' said Victoria, bending over the banisters.
'Oh, was.h.i.+ng is he? first time I've caught him at it,' came the answer with vicious jocularity. 'Here's a nice state of things; come down.'
Victoria went down the steps.
'Now then, why aren't these salt cellars put away? It's your job before you come up.'
'If you please, sir, it's settling day,' said Victoria quietly, 'we open this room again at six.'
'Oh, yes, s'pose you're right. I don't blame you. Never have to,' said b.u.t.ty grudgingly, then ingratiatingly.
'No, sir,' said Victoria.
'No, you're not like the others,' said b.u.t.ty negligently coming closer to her.
Victoria smiled respectfully, but edged a little away. b.u.t.ty eyed her narrowly, his lips smiling and a little moist. Then his hand suddenly shot out and seized her by the arm, high up, just under the short sleeve.
'You're a nice girl,' he said, looking into her eyes.
Victoria said nothing, but tried to free herself. She tried harder as she felt on her forearm the moist warmth of the ball of b.u.t.ty's thumb softly caressing it.
'Let me go, sir,' she whispered, 'they can see you through the banisters.'
A Bed of Roses Part 15
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