Part 4 (1/2)

”You see,” that young woman went on, ”no one who is a real thing ever has to tell people so in words. Liv and Dev don't have to say they are two of the sharpest business men in London--anyone can realise it who knows them. You, and all of us, don't have to tell people we belong to the lower middle cla.s.s, because it is plain to be seen, but we would have to tell them we were ladies and gentlemen, because we are not. Lord Al--oh! any lord who comes to our office--does not have to say he is an aristocrat; you can see it for yourself in a minute by his ways. It is the shams that always keep shouting. Mabel Cawber insists upon it that she is a tip-top swell; Fred thinks he is deceiving everyone by telling them what a gentleman he is, and by not speaking to Ernie Gibbs, who is an awfully good fellow. Emily says she is a splendid general, and can't even light a fire, and won't learn how to. George Berker in our office says he is a first-cla.s.s clerk, and muddles his accounts. Everything true speaks for itself. I always mean to be perfectly true, and win out by learning.”

Matilda, though somewhat crushed, was still antagonistic.

”I'm sure I hope you'll succeed then, my dear!” she snapped.

”Yes, I shall.” Katherine fired her bomb. ”It may take me some time, but that does not matter, and the first step I have already taken is that I am leaving Liv and Dev's on Friday--and, I hope, going to be secretary to Sarah Lady Garribardine, at a hundred and ten Berkeley Square, and Blissington Court, Blanks.h.i.+re!”

”Well, there! You could have knocked me over with a feather!” as Matilda told Gladys later in the evening. ”And wasn't it like Katherine never telling us a thing about it until everything was almost settled!” But at the moment, she merely breathed a strangled:

”Oh, my!”

”If I get it, I go to my new situation next week. I had a tremendous piece of luck coming across it.”

”Well, however did you do it, Kitten?” Matilda demanded.

”I saw an advertis.e.m.e.nt in the _Morning Post_--it was quite a strange one, and seemed to be advertising for a kind of _Admirable Crichton_--someone who could take down shorthand at lightning speed, and typewrite and speak French--and read aloud, and who had a good knowledge of English literature, and thoroughly knew the duties of a secretary.”

”Oh! My!” said Matilda again, ”but you can't do half of those things, Kitten--we none of us know French, do we!”

Katherine smiled; how little her family understood her in any way!

”I wrote first and said they seemed to want a great deal, but as I had been with Livingstone and Devereux for three years, and accustomed to composing every sort of letter that a moneylender's business required, I thought I could soon become proficient in the other things.”

”Well, I never! What cheek!”

”Then I got an answer saying Lady Garribardine liked my communication, and if I proved satisfactory in appearance, and had some credentials, she would engage me immediately, because her secretary, who had been with her for years, had gone to be married--the salary would be ninety pounds a year with a rise, so it's a slight move up, anyway, as I am to be kept, and live in the house.”

”You are c.o.c.ksure of getting it, Katherine?”

”Yes--I mean to--I am going to see her on Sat.u.r.day.”

”And what are your references besides Liv and Dev? Some folks don't like moneylenders.”

”I wrote and said I had no others--but they would testify to my capacity. Liv nearly had a fit when I gave my notice--he almost cried to get me to stay on. I like the old boy--he is a good sort, and will tell the truth about me.”

”And did they answer?”

”Yes--just to say I was to come for the interview on Sat.u.r.day.”

”They want to see you, anyway--what is the family, I wonder?”

Here Katherine recited the details from Debrett, in which volume she was very proficient.

”An old lady, then,” Matilda commented, ”and with no children except a married daughter! That will be easier for you--but why is she called 'Sarah'? I often have wondered about that, when I read names in the _Flare_. Why 'Sarah Lady Something'--and not plain Lady Something?”

”It's when the man in possession is married and you are not his mother,”

Katherine told her, ”and if you are, and still have your Christian name tacked on, it is to make you sound younger. Dev says dowagers are quite out of fas.h.i.+on. Every widow is 'Sarah' or 'Cordelia' now in the high society, and when he first went to business, there were only two or three. Queen Victoria never stood any nonsense.”

Matilda was very interested.