Part 61 (1/2)

VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER TEN.

MRS. HAMPS AS A YOUNG MAN.

On the Sat.u.r.day afternoon of the week following the Jubilee, Edwin and Mrs Hamps were sunning themselves in the garden, when Janet's face and shoulders appeared suddenly at the other side of the wall. At the sight of Mrs Hamps she seemed startled and intimidated, and she bowed somewhat more ceremoniously than usual.

”Good afternoon!”

Then Mrs Hamps returned the bow with superb extravagance, like an Oriental monarch who is determined to outvie magnificently the gifts of another. Mrs Hamps became conscious of the whole of her body and of every article of her summer apparel, and nothing of it all was allowed to escape from contributing to the completeness of the bow. She bridled. She tossed proudly as it were against the bit. And the rich ruins of her handsomeness adopted new and softer lines in the overpowering sickly blandishment of a smile. Thus she always greeted any merely formal acquaintance whom she considered to be above herself in status--provided, of course, that the acquaintance had done nothing to offend her.

”Good afternoon, Miss Orgreave!”

Reluctantly she permitted her features to relax from the full effort of the smile; but they might not abandon it entirely.

”I thought Maggie was there,” said Janet.

”She was, a minute ago,” Edwin answered. ”She's just gone in to father.

She'll be out directly. Do you want her?”

”I only wanted to tell her something,” said Janet, and then paused.

She was obviously very excited. She had the little quick movements of a girl. In her cream-tinted frock she looked like a mere girl. And she was beautiful in her maturity; a challenge to the world of males. As she stood there, rising from behind the wall, flushed, quivering, abandoned to an emotion and yet unconsciously dignified by that peculiar stateliness that never left her--as she stood there it seemed as if she really was offering a challenge.

”I'll fetch Mag, if you like,” said Edwin.

”Well,” said Janet, lifting her chin proudly, ”it isn't a secret.

Alicia's engaged.” And pride was in every detail of her bearing.

”Well, I never!” Edwin exclaimed.

Mrs Hamps's features resumed the full smile.

”Can you imagine it? I can't! It seems only last week that she left school!”

And indeed it seemed only last week that Alicia was nothing but legs, gawkiness, blushes, and screwed-up shoulders. And now she was a destined bride. She had caught and enchanted a youth by her mysterious attractiveness. She had been caught and enchanted by the mysterious attractiveness of the male. She had known the dreadful anxiety that precedes the triumph, and the ecstasy of surrender. She had kissed as Janet had never kissed, and gazed as Janet had never gazed. She knew infinitely more than Janet. She had always been a child to Janet, but now Janet was the child. No wonder that Janet was excited.

”Might one ask who is the fortunate young gentleman?” Mrs Hamps dulcetly inquired.

”It's Harry Hesketh, from Oldcastle... You've met him here,” she added, glancing at Edwin.

Mrs Hamps nodded, satisfied, and the approving nod indicated that she was aware of all the excellences of the Hesketh family.

”The tennis man!” Edwin murmured.

”Yes, of course! You aren't surprised, are you?”

The fact was that Edwin had not given a thought to the possible relations between Alicia and any particular young man. But Janet's thrilled air so patently a.s.sumed his interest that he felt obliged to make a certain pretence.

”I'm not what you'd call staggered,” he said roguishly. ”I'm keeping my nerve.” And he gave her an intimate smile.

”Father-in-law and son-in-law have just been talking it over,” said Janet archly, ”in the breakfast-room! Alicia thoughtfully went out for a walk. I'm dying for her to come back.” Janet laughed from simple joyous expectation. ”When Harry came out of the breakfast-room he just put his arms round me and kissed me. Yes! That was how I was told about it. He's a dear! Don't you think so? I mean really! I felt I must come and tell some one.”