Part 17 (1/2)
She laughed, bowed, and went. Evidently a most impudent hussy. I finished my business, drove to Liverpool Street, and established myself in a first-cla.s.s smoking carriage. I was alone, and settled myself for a comfortable cigar. I was rudely interrupted. Just as the train was starting, the door opened--and that odious young woman jumped in.
”There! I nearly missed you!” she said.
”I can hold no communication with you,” said I severely; ”you are a disgrace to your--er--s.e.x.”
”It's all right. I've wired to the colonel.”
”You've wired to my friend Colonel Gunton?”
”Yes, I didn't want to surprise them. I said you would bring a friend with you. It's all right, Mr. Miller.”
”I don't know who you are or what you are; but the Guntons are respectable people, and I am a respectable man, and----”
”That's no reason why you should promenade up and down, Mr. Miller.
It's very uncomfortable for me.”
”What is the meaning of this insolent behavior?”
”Why not be friendly? We're off now, and I must go on.”
”I shall give you in charge at the next station.”
”What for?”
On reflection, I supposed she had committed no criminal offense; and with a dignified air I opened my paper.
”I don't mind you smoking,” she said, and took out a box of chocolates.
I was at my wits' end. Either this girl was mad or she was a dangerous and unscrupulous person. She was quite capable of making a most unpleasant and discreditable commotion on the platform at Beach Hill Station. What in the world was I to do?
”Shall we stay long at the Guntons'?” she asked.
”You, madam, will never go there.”
”Oh, yes, I shall.”
”Indeed you won't. I'll take care of that. The police will see to that.”
”I don't care a fig for the police. I shall go and stay as long as you do. They told me to stick to you.”
I became angry. Any man would have. But nothing was to be gained by losing my temper. I took out a sovereign.
”If you'll get out at the next station, I'll give you this.”
She laughed merrily. ”I thought you went in for personal supervision, not mere pecuniary doles,” she said; ”I read that in your speech at the Charity Organization meeting. No; I'm not to be bribed. I'm going to the Guntons'.”
”It's absurd. It's preposterous. What will--what will Mrs. Gunton say?”
”Oh, _she_ won't mind,” answered my companion, with a confident nod.
”She's used to girls like me.”