Part 2 (1/2)

”Oh, sit down,” cried Betty. ”Sit down, Mr. Balfour. We are not going to allow you to carry off our visitor in this abrupt manner.”

”Yes, take yourself off,” cried Brown. ”You see I can't be spared.”

”Please sit down,” urged Helen. ”We want to ask you about the match.”

”I really cannot,” replied The Don. ”I am on duty, you see.”

”On duty?”

”Yes. Looking after men who would stay out to all hours, and regale themselves upon cake and all sorts of indigestible stuff. And more than that, Shock is outside waiting.”

”Oh,” cried Betty, ”do bring him in. For years Helen and I have known him, and yet we don't know him. Bring him in.”

”Can you not persuade him to come in?” urged Helen.

”I am sure I cannot. But if you were to try--” The Don paused, looking doubtfully at her. Helen hesitated.

”Oh, he's awful, I know. He will hardly speak to me,” interrupted Betty. ”But if you'll come with me I'll humble myself before him.”

In a moment or two, sure enough, they returned, with Shock following.

He was a big man, gaunt and bony, with a mighty pair of shoulders topped by a square, ma.s.sive head on which bristled a veritable shock of coa.r.s.e, yellow hair. But he had a strong, honest face, and good, deep blue eyes. He seemed too big for the room, and after shaking hands awkwardly with Helen, who had gone forward to meet him, he subsided into, deep arm-chair, struggling with his hands and feet.

The contrast between Shock on the one hand, and the elegant Lloyd and the handsome Don on the other, could hardly be more striking. All in the room were conscious of this contrast and sought in every way to minimise it. Betty plunged into football talk, to which Shock listened for the most part smilingly silent.

She was determined to draw her unhappy visitor from his sh.e.l.l. But her most brilliant efforts were in vain. Poor Shock remained hopelessly engaged with his hands and feet, and replied at unexpected places, in explosive monosyllables at once ludicrous and disconcerting. Not even The Don, who came to her a.s.sistance, could relieve the awkwardness of the situation. Shock was too large to be ignored, and too unwieldy to be adjusted.

After a few minutes of hopeless endeavour The Don gave up the attempt and rose to go, saying: ”You will need to excuse us. We are due at a meeting to-night. Come along, Brown.”

The alacrity which Shock displayed in getting upon his feet gave abundant testimony to the agony he had been suffering during the last half hour.

”Yes, we must be off,” said Brown, far more eager to go than was his wont.

”Will you not come again?” said Betty to Shock, as she shook hands with him. ”My mother would be glad to see you.”

But Shock could only look at her blankly, evidently wondering what her mother might wish to see him for, and when Betty tried to extract a promise from him he muttered something about being ”far behind in his work and very busy.”

But Betty was not to be baulked.

”I should like to call on your mother,” she said. But again Shock looked blank, while Brown began to make faces at her from behind his back.

”When will your mother be in?” she persisted.

”Oh, she's in every day, except when she goes out for a walk, or--”

Brown kept up his signalling, and The Don began to look puzzled and annoyed.

”Well,” said Betty desperately, ”I would like to go and see her some day.”