Part 14 (2/2)

Twist--a man so much worried that at that moment he hadn't any of either. He couldn't even answer when asked where the taxi was to go to.

He had missed his train, and he tried not to think of his mother's disappointment, the thought was so upsetting. But he wouldn't have caught it if he could, for how could he leave these two poor children?

”I'm more than ever convinced,” he said, pus.h.i.+ng his hat still further off his forehead, and staring at the back of the Twinkler trunks piled up in front of him next to the driver, while the disregarded official at the door still went on asking him where he wished the cab to go to, ”that children should all have parents.”

CHAPTER XI

The hotel they were finally sent to by the official, goaded at last by Mr. Twist's want of a made-up mind into independent instructions to the cabman, was the Ritz. He thought this very suitable for the evolver of Twist's Non-Trickler, and it was only when they were being rushed along at what the twins, used to the behaviour of London taxis and not altogether unacquainted with the prudent and police-supervised deliberation of the taxis of Berlin, regarded as a skid-collision-and-mutilation-provoking speed, that a protest from Anna-Rose conveyed to Mr. Twist where they were heading for.

”An hotel called Ritz sounds very expensive,” she said. ”I've heard Uncle Arthur talk of one there is in London and one there is in Paris, and he said that only d.a.m.ned American millionaires could afford to stay in them. Anna-Felicitas and me aren't American millionaires--”

”Or d.a.m.ned,” put in Anna-Felicitas.

”--but quite the contrary,” said Anna-Rose, ”hadn't you better take us somewhere else?”

”Somewhere like where the Brontes stayed in London,” said Anna-Felicitas harping on this idea. ”Where cheapness is combined with historical a.s.sociations.”

”Oh Lord, it don't matter,” said Mr. Twist, who for the first time in their friends.h.i.+p seemed ruffled.

”Indeed it does,” said Anna-Rose anxiously.

”You forget we've got to husband our resources,” said Anna-Felicitas.

”You mustn't run away with the idea that because we've got 200 we're the same as millionaires,” said Anna-Rose.

”Uncle Arthur,” said Anna-Felicitas, ”frequently told us that 200 is a very vast sum; but he equally frequently told us that it isn't.”

”It was when he was talking about having given to us that he said it was such a lot,” said Anna-Rose.

”He said that as long as we had it we would be rich,” said Anna-Felicitas, ”but directly we hadn't it we would be poor.”

”So we'd rather not go to the Ritz, please,” said Anna-Rose, ”if you don't mind.”

The taxi was stopped, and Mr. Twist got out and consulted the driver.

The thought of his Uncle Charles as a temporary refuge for the twins floated across his brain, but was rejected because Uncle Charles would speak to no woman under fifty except from his pulpit, and approached those he did speak to with caution till they were sixty. He regarded them as one of the chief causes of modern unrest. He liked them so much that he hated them. He could practise abstinence, but not temperance.

Uncle Charles was no good as a refuge.

”Well now, see here,” said the driver at last, after Mr. Twist had rejected such varied suggestions of something small and quiet as the Waldorf-Astoria, the Plaza and the Biltmore, ”you tell me where you want to go to and I'll take you there.”

”I want to go to the place your mother would stay in if she came up for a day or two from the country,” said Mr. Twist helplessly.

”Get right in then, and I'll take you back to the Ritz,” said the driver.

But finally, when his contempt for Mr. Twist, of whose ident.i.ty he was unaware, had grown too great even for him to bandy pleasantries with him, he did land his party at an obscure hotel in a street off the less desirable end of Fifth Avenue, and got rid of him.

It was one of those quiet and cheap New York hotels that yet are both noisy and expensive. It was full of foreigners,--real foreigners, the twins perceived, not the merely technical sort like themselves, but people with yellow faces and black eyes. They looked very seedy and shabby, and smoked very much, and talked volubly in unknown tongues. The entrance hall, a place of mottled marble, with clerks behind a counter all of whose faces looked as if they were masks, was thick with them; and it was when they turned to stare and whisper as Anna-Felicitas pa.s.sed and Anna-Rose was thinking proudly, ”Yes, you don't see anything like that every day, do you,” and herself looked fondly at her Columbus, that she saw that it wasn't Columbus's beauty at all but the sulphur on the back of her skirt.

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