Miss Maitland Private Secretary Part 3
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For Mrs. Janney refused the money, put her foot down with a stamp that carried conviction. She was even grimmer and more determined than her daughter had expected, the girl's anger and upbraidings ineffectual to gain their purpose as spray to soften a rock. Her decision was ruthless; Suzanne must pay her own debts, out of her own allowance. Yes, even if she was written up in the papers. That was _her_ affair: if she did things that were disgraceful she must bear the disgrace. The interview ended by Suzanne rus.h.i.+ng out of the room, a trail of loud, clamorous sobs marking her pa.s.sage to her own door.
When she had gone Mrs. Janney broke down and cried a little. She had thought the girl improved of late, less selfish, more tender. And now she had been so cruel; the charge of a lack in love had pierced the mother's heart. Mr. Janney, returned from his ride, found her there, looking old, her eyes reddened, her voice husky. When he heard the story, he took her hand and stroked it. His tact prevented him from saying what he felt; what he did say was:
"That bridge money'll have to be paid."
"It will _all_ have to be paid," Mrs. Janney sighed, "and I'll have to pay it as I always have. But I'm going to frighten her-let her think I won't-for a few days anyway. It's all I can do and it may have some effect."
Her husband agreed that it might but his thoughts were not hopeful.
There always had to be a crumpled rose leaf and Suzanne was theirs.
He accompanied his wife on her drive and was so understanding, so un.o.btrusively soothing and sympathetic, that when they returned she was once more her masterful, competent self. Noting a bank of storm clouds rising from the east, she told Otto to bring the limousine when he came for them at a quarter to eight. Inside the house she summoned Dixon and said as the family would be out "the help"-it was part of her beneficent policy to call her retinue by this name when speaking to any of its members-could go out that night if they so willed. Dixon admitted that they had already planned a general sortie on "the movies" in the village. All but Hannah, the cook, who had "something like shooting pains in her feet, and Delia, the second housemaid, who'd got an insect in her eyes, Madam. But it wasn't the hurt of it that kept her in, only the look which she didn't want seen."
At seven the storm drove up, black and lowering, and the rain fell in a torrent. It was still falling when Mr. and Mrs. Janney descended the stairs, a little in advance of the time set, for, while dressing, Mrs.
Janney had decided that her costume needed a brightening touch, which would be suitably imparted by her opal necklace. This, being rarely worn, was kept with the more valuable jewels in the safe of which Elspeth did not know the combination. Of course Mrs. Janney did, and at the foot of the stairs she turned into a pa.s.sage which led from the foyer hall into the kitchen wing. It was a short connecting artery of the great house, lit by two windows that gave on rear lawns, and at present enc.u.mbered by a chair standing near the first window. Mrs.
Janney recognized the chair as one from her sitting room which had been broken and which Isaac, the footman, had said he could repair. She gave it a proprietor's inspecting glance, touched the wounded spot, and encountering wet varnish, warned Mr. Janney away.
In the wall opposite the windows the safe door rose black and uncompromising as a prison entrance. It was large and old fas.h.i.+oned-put in by the former owner of Gra.s.slands. Mrs. Janney talked of having a more modern one subst.i.tuted but hadn't "got round to it," and anyway Mr.
Janney thought it was all right-burglaries were rare in Berkeley. The silver had already been stored for the night, the bosses of great bowls, flowered rims, and filagree edgings s.h.i.+ning from darkling recesses. The electric light across the hallway did not penetrate to the side shelves and Mr. Janney had to a.s.sist with matches while his wife felt round among the jewel cases, opening several in her search. Finally they emerged, Mrs. Janney with the opals which after some straining she clasped round her neck, while Sam closed the door.
As they reentered the main hall Suzanne came down the stairs, tripping daintily with small pointed feet. She was very splendid, her slenderness accentuated by the length of satin swathed about her, from which her shoulders emerged, girlishly fragile. She was also very much made up, of a pink and white too dazzlingly pure. With her blus.h.i.+ng delicacy of tint, her angry eyes and sulkily drooping mouth, Mr. Janney thought she looked exactly like a crumpled rose leaf.
"Where's Miss Maitland?" she said to him, ostentatiously ignoring her mother.
Before he could answer Esther's voice came from the hall above:
"Coming-coming. I hope I haven't kept you," and she appeared at the stair-head.
The dress she wore, green trimmed with a design of small, pink chiffon rosebuds and leaves, was the realized dream of a great Parisian _faiseur_. It had been Mrs. Janney's who, considering it too youthful, had given it to her Secretary. Its vivid hue was singularly becoming, lending a warm whiteness to the girl's pale skin, bringing out the rich darkness of her burnished hair. Her bare neck was as smooth as curds, not a bone rippled its gracious contours; the little rosebuds and leaves that edged the corsage looked like a garland painted on ivory.
It was a good dinner, but it was not as jolly as d.i.c.k Ferguson's dinners usually were. Before it was over the rain stopped and a full moon shone through the dining room windows. Suzanne had hoped she and d.i.c.k could saunter off into the rose garden and have that talk about Chapman, but he showed no desire to do so. They sat about in long chairs on the balcony and she had to listen to Ham Lorimer's opinions on the war.
As soon as the motor came she wanted to go-she was tired, she had a headache. It was early, only a quarter past ten, and the night was now superb, the sky a clear, starless blue with the great moon queening it alone. Mr. Janney would have liked to linger-he always enjoyed an evening with d.i.c.k-but she was petulantly perverse, and they moved to the waiting car with Ferguson in attendance.
Mrs. Janney settled herself in the back seat, Suzanne, lifting s.h.i.+mmering skirts, prepared to follow, while Miss Maitland waited humbly to take what room was left among their a.s.sembled knees. She was close to Ferguson who was helping Suzanne in, and looking up at the sky murmured low to herself:
"What a glorious night!"
Ferguson heard her and dropped Suzanne's arm.
"Isn't it? Too good to waste. Does any one want to walk back to Gra.s.slands?"
Suzanne, one foot on the step, stopped and turned to him. Her lips opened to speak, and then she saw the back of his head and heard him address Esther:
"How about it, Miss Maitland? You're a walker, and it's only a step by the wood path. We can be there almost as soon as the car."
"You'll get wet," said Mrs. Janney, "the woods will be dripping."
Mr. Janney remembered his youth and egged them on:
"Only underfoot and they can change their shoes. d.i.c.k's right-it's too good to waste. I'd go myself but I'm afraid of my rheumatism. Hurry up, Suzanne, and get in. They want to start."
Miss Maitland said she wasn't afraid of the wet and that it would not hurt her slippers. Suzanne entered the car and sunk into her corner. As it rolled away Mr. and Mrs. Janney looked back at the two figures in the moonlight and waved good-byes. Suzanne sat motionless; all the way home she said nothing.
CHAPTER IV-THE CIGAR BAND
Esther and Ferguson walked across the open s.p.a.ces of lawn and then entered the woods. Ferguson had set the pace as slow, but he noticed that she quickened it, faring along beside him with a light, swift step.
He also noticed that she was quiet, as she had been at dinner; as if she was abstracted, not like herself.
He had seen a good deal of her lately and thought of her a good deal-thought many things. One was that she was interesting, provocative in her quiet reserve, not as easy to see through as most women. She was clever, used her brains; he had formed a habit of talking to her on matters that he never spoke of with other girls. And he admired her looks, nothing cheap about them; "thoroughbred" was the word that always rose to his mind as he greeted her. It seemed to him all wrong that she should be working for a wage as the Janneys' hireling, for, though he was "advanced" in his opinions, when it came to women there was a strain of sentimentality in his make-up.
On the wood path he let her go ahead, seeing her figure spattered with white lights that ran across her shoulders and up and down her back.
They had walked in silence for some minutes when he suddenly said:
"What's amiss?"
She slackened her gait so that he came up beside her.
"Amiss? With what, with whom?"
"You. What's wrong? What's on your mind?"
A shaft of moonlight fell through a break in the branches and struck across her shoulder. It caught the little rosebuds that lay against her neck and he saw them move as if lifted by a quick breath.
"There's nothing on my mind. Why do you think there is?"
"Because at dinner you didn't eat anything and were as quiet as if there was an embargo on the English language."
"Couldn't I be just stupid?"
He turned to her, seeing her face a pale oval against the silver-moted background:
"No. Not if you tried your darndest."
d.i.c.k Ferguson's tongue did not lend itself readily to compliments. He gave forth this one with a seriousness that was almost solemn.
She laughed, the sound suggesting embarra.s.sment, and looked away from him her eyes on the ground. Just in front of them the woodland roof showed a gap, and through it the light fell across the path in a glittering pool. As they advanced upon it she gave an exclamation, stayed him with an outflung arm, and bent to the moss at her feet:
"Oh, wait a minute-How exciting! I've found something."
She raised herself, illumined by the radiance, a small object that showed a golden glint in her hand. Then her voice came deprecating, disappointed:
"Oh, what a fraud! I thought it was a ring."
On her palm lay what looked like a heavy enameled ring. Ferguson took it up; it was of paper, a cigar band embossed in red and gold.
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