Three Men and a Maid Part 22
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"Don't be a fool. There's nothing wrong with your heart. All our family have had hearts like steam-engines. Probably you have been feeling a sort of burning. Knock off cigars and that will soon stop."
"You don't understand me. I mean that a woman has treated me in a way that has finished her whole s.e.x as far as I am concerned. For me, women do not exist."
"You didn't tell me about this," said Sir Mallaby, interested. "When did this happen? Did she jilt you?"
"Yes."
"In America was it?"
"On the boat."
Sir Mallaby chuckled heartily.
"My dear boy, you don't mean to tell me that you're taking a s.h.i.+pboard flirtation seriously. Why, you're expected to fall in love with a different girl every time you go on a voyage. You'll get over this in a week. You'd have got over it now if you hadn't gone and buried yourself in a depressing place like Bingley-on-the-Sea."
The whistle of the speaking-tube blew. Sir Mallaby put the instrument to his ear.
"All right," he turned to Sam. "I shall have to send you away now, Sam.
Man waiting to see me. Good-bye."
Miss Milliken intercepted Sam as he made for the door.
"Oh, Mr. Sam!"
"Yes?"
"Excuse me, but will you be seeing Sir Mallaby again to-day? If so, would you-I don't like to disturb him now, when he is busy-would you mind telling him that I inadvertently omitted a stanza. It runs," said Miss Milliken, closing her eyes, "'Trust no future, howe'er pleasant. Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present, Heart within and G.o.d o'erhead!' Thank you so much. Good afternoon."
CHAPTER TEN
At about the time when Sam Marlowe was having the momentous interview with his father, described in the last chapter, Mr. Rufus Bennett woke from an after-luncheon nap in Mrs. Hignett's delightful old-world mansion, Windles, in the county of Hamps.h.i.+re. He had gone to his room after lunch, because there seemed nothing else to do. It was still raining hard, so that a ramble in the picturesque garden was impossible, and the only alternative to sleep, the society of Mr. Henry Mortimer, had become peculiarly distasteful to Mr. Bennett.
Much has been written of great friends.h.i.+ps between man and man, friends.h.i.+ps which neither woman can mar nor death destroy. Rufus Bennett had always believed that his friends.h.i.+p for Mr. Mortimer was of this order. They had been boys together in the same small town, and had kept together in after years. They had been Damon and Pythias, David and Jonathan. But never till now had they been cooped up together in an English country-house in the middle of a bad patch of English summer weather. So this afternoon Mr. Bennett, in order to avoid his life-long friend, had gone to bed.
He awoke now with a start, and a moment later realized what it was that had aroused him. There was music in the air. The room was full of it. It seemed to be coming up through the floor and rolling about in chunks all round his bed. He blinked the last fragments of sleep out of his system, and became filled with a restless irritability.
He rang the bell violently, and presently there entered a grave, thin, intellectual man who looked like a duke, only more respectable. This was Webster, Mr. Bennett's English valet.
"Is that Mr. Mortimer?" he barked, as the door opened.
"No, sir. It is I-Webster." Not even the annoyance of being summoned like this from an absorbing game of penny nap in the housekeeper's room had the power to make the valet careless of his grammar. "I fancied that I heard your bell ring, sir."
"I wonder you could hear anything with that infernal noise going on," snapped Mr. Bennett, "Is Mr. Mortimer playing that-that d.a.m.ned gas-engine in the drawing-room?"
"Yes, sir. Tosti's Goodbye. A charming air, sir."
"Charming air be-! Tell him to stop it."
"Very good, sir."
The valet withdrew like a duke leaving the royal presence, not actually walking backwards, but giving the impression of doing so. Mr. Bennett lay in bed and fumed. Presently the valet returned. The music still continued to roll about the room.
"I am sorry to have to inform you, sir," said Webster, "that Mr.
Mortimer declines to accede to your request."
"Oh, he said that, did he!"
"That is the gist of his remarks, sir."
"Did you tell him I was trying to get to sleep?"
"Yes, sir. I understood him to reply that he should worry and get a pain in the neck."
"Go down again and say that I insist on his stopping the thing. It's an outrage."
"Very good, sir."
In a few minutes, Webster, like the dove despatched from the Ark, was back again.
"I fear my mission has been fruitless, sir. Mr. Mortimer appears adamant on the point at issue."
"You gave him my message?"
"Verbatim, sir. In reply Mr. Mortimer desired me to tell you that, if you did not like it, you could do the other thing. I quote the exact words, sir."
"He did, did he?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good! Webster!"
"Sir?"
"When is the next train to London?"
"I will ascertain, sir. Cook, I believe has a time-table."
"Go and see, then. I want to know. And send Miss Wilhelmina to me."
"Very good, sir."
Somewhat consoled by the thought that he was taking definite action, Mr. Bennett lay back and waited for Billie.
"I want you to go to London," he said, when she appeared.
"To London? Why?"
"I'll tell you why," said Mr. Bennett vehemently. "Because of that pest Mortimer. I must have legal advice. I want you to go and see Sir Mallaby Marlowe. Here's his address. Tell him the whole story. Tell him that this man is annoying me in every possible way and ask if he can't be stopped. If you can't see Sir Mallaby himself, see someone else in the firm. Go up to-night, so that you can see him first thing in the morning. You can stop the night at the Savoy. I've sent Webster to look out a train."
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