Part 14 (1/2)

A woman with dark hair and a thin, straight face and figure was arranging some flowers in the hall. She turned and said:

”You really ought not to be so late, Father! It's wicked at this time of year. Who is it--oh! Mr. Pillin, how do you do? Have you had tea? Won't you come to the drawing-room; or do you want to see my father?”

”Tha-anks! I believe your father--” And he thought: 'By Jove! the old chap is a caution!' For old Heythorp was crossing the hall without having paid the faintest attention to his daughter. Murmuring again:

”Tha-anks awfully; he wants to give me something,” he followed. Miss Heythorp was not his style at all; he had a kind of dread of that thin woman who looked as if she could never be unb.u.t.toned. They said she was a great churchgoer and all that sort of thing.

In his sanctum old Heythorp had moved to his writing-table, and was evidently anxious to sit down.

”Shall I give you a hand, sir?”

Receiving a shake of the head, Bob Pillin stood by the fire and watched.

The old ”sport” liked to paddle his own canoe. Fancy having to lower yourself into a chair like that! When an old Johnny got to such a state it was really a mercy when he snuffed out, and made way for younger men.

How his Companies could go on putting up with such a fossil for chairman was a marvel! The fossil rumbled and said in that almost inaudible voice:

”I suppose you're beginning to look forward to your father's shoes?”

Bob Pillin's mouth opened. The voice went on:

”Dibs and no responsibility. Tell him from me to drink port--add five years to his life.”

To this unwarranted attack Bob Pillin made no answer save a laugh; he perceived that a manservant had entered the room.

”A Mrs. Larne, sir. Will you see her?”

At this announcement the old man seemed to try and start; then he nodded, and held out the note he had written. Bob Pillin received it together with the impression of a murmur which sounded like: ”Scratch a poll, Poll!” and pa.s.sing the fine figure of a woman in a fur coat, who seemed to warm the air as she went by, he was in the hall again before he perceived that he had left his hat.

A young and pretty girl was standing on the bearskin before the fire, looking at him with round-eyed innocence. He thought: 'This is better; I mustn't disturb them for my hat'; and approaching the fire, said:

”Jolly cold, isn't it?”

The girl smiled: ”Yes-jolly.”

He noticed that she had a large bunch of violets at her breast, a lot of fair hair, a short straight nose, and round blue-grey eyes very frank and open. ”Er” he said, ”I've left my hat in there.”

”What larks!” And at her little clear laugh something moved within Bob Pillin.

”You know this house well?”

She shook her head. ”But it's rather scrummy, isn't it?”

Bob Pillin, who had never yet thought so answered:

”Quite O.K.”

The girl threw up her head to laugh again. ”O.K.? What's that?”

Bob Pillin saw her white round throat, and thought: 'She is a ripper!'