Part 10 (2/2)

Why must I wait until I am old and unsympathetic, and can no longer feel in touch with the children, before any one will trust me with a cla.s.s? It is not reasonable.”

The elderly princ.i.p.al remained unmoved.

”The teaching market is overcrowded by such as you,” she said. ”I should advise your trying something else.”

”I have not been trained to anything else,” said Katharine. ”That is where it is so hard. I might have got a secretarys.h.i.+p, if I had known shorthand. I never knew I should have to earn my own living, or I should be better qualified to do it. But I know I can teach, if I get the chance.”

”Are you compelled to earn your living?” asked the princ.i.p.al, a little less indifferently. ”Pardon me, but I have heard your tale so often before from girls who might, with a little forbearance, have remained at home.”

”I am compelled,” answered Katharine. ”At least--”

A feeling of loyalty to her father, her lovable, faulty old father, who was so unconscious of her present difficulties, kept her silent and brought a troubled look into her face. The elderly princ.i.p.al was not unkindly, when circ.u.mstances did not force her to be academic; and Katharine, when she looked troubled, was very attractive indeed.

”My dear,” she said, with a severity that she a.s.sumed in order to justify her weakness in her own mind, ”what are your friends thinking of? Go home; it is the right place for a child like you.”

Katharine hurried away to conceal her desire to laugh. She did not go home, however; she went to a cheap milliner's in the Edgware Road, and ordered them to make her a severely simple bonnet. And when it came home the next evening, and she put it on, she hardly knew whether to laugh or to cry at the reflection of herself in the gla.s.s. ”Whatever would daddy say?” she thought, and put it hastily back into the box; and if the other occupants of her room had happened to come in just then, they would certainly have modified their opinion of her pride and her coldness. But, after all, she was no better off than before; for the contrast of youth and age that her new bonnet made in her appearance was rather conspicuous than otherwise, and she found that her old countrified hat suited her purpose far better.

She saw very little of Ted at this time. He asked her to come out with him, once or twice, but she always refused. She was afraid that he would ask questions, and she shrank from telling any one, even Ted, of her failure to get on. On the few occasions that she went down to speak to him in the hall, she told him that she was getting along quite well, and would be sure to hear of some work very soon, and that she would prefer not to come out with him because it unsettled her.

And Ted, in his humble-minded way, thought she had made new friends in the house and did not care to be bothered with him; and Katharine, who read him like a book, knew that he thought so, and made fresh efforts to get on so that she could spend all her leisure time with him. She wrote home in the same spirit, and said that she was sure of making her way soon, and that, meanwhile, she had everything she wanted, and n.o.body was to be anxious about her. And her father, with the quaint unworldliness of his nature, wrote back that he was glad to hear she was happy, and that he had no doubt the ten pounds he had given her would last until she earned some more, and that he had just picked up a perfect bargain in an old book shop for thirty s.h.i.+llings.

”Dear daddy,” smiled Katharine, without a trace of bitterness. ”Could any one be more economical for other people, and more extravagant for himself? I wonder if that is what makes me love him so? But, oh, what would I give for that thirty s.h.i.+llings!”

She counted her little store for the twentieth time, and sat thinking.

Doubtless she had spent her money injudiciously at first; but the fact remained that, if she went on at her present rate of expenditure, she would have to return home in a fortnight. If she went without her midday meal, and economised in every possible way, she might manage to remain another month.

”That is what I must do,” she said. ”That will bring me to the middle of March, and I shall have been in London just nine weeks. And, after all, the food is so nasty that I sha'n't mind much. Besides, it is really very romantic to starve a little.”

It grew less romantic as another fortnight went by. The food had never seemed less nasty than it did now; and she had to take long walks at dinner time to escape the appetising smell of the hot dishes. She had never realised before what a very healthy appet.i.te she possessed; and she remembered with some regret how she had been too dainty, at first, to touch the food at all, and had lived for days almost entirely on bread and b.u.t.ter. But now she would have eaten any of it with a relish,--even a certain dish which was said to be stewed rabbit, but which she had derisively termed ”a cat in a pie dish.”

One day, she read an alluring advertis.e.m.e.nt of a new agency. She had lost her faith in agencies, and she had no more money for fees; but at least it was an object for a walk, and anything was better than waiting indoors for something to happen. To be idle in a place like Queen's Crescent was not an enviable position. And by this time she knew her London pretty well, and it fascinated her, and spoke to her of life, and work, and the future; and a walk through any part of it was always exhilarating. As she turned into the park at the Marble Arch, a carriage and pair rumbled out with two well-dressed women in it. Katharine stopped and looked after it, with an amused smile on her face.

”My aunt and cousin,” she murmured aloud. ”What would they say, if they knew? And once they came to stay with us, and they worried daddy no end, and said I wanted finis.h.i.+ng, and ought to go to Paris! It seems to me that life is always a comedy, but sometimes it drops into a roaring farce!”

And pleased with the appositeness of her own remark, she continued her walk in better spirits than her worldly condition would seem to justify. The agency turned out to be on the top floor of some flats near Parliament Street; and the porter looked curiously at her as he took her up in the lift.

”Agency, miss? So they says, I'm told. Don't believe in agencies much myself, I don't; queerish kind of impostory places, I calls 'em. Don't you let yourself be took in, missy!”

Katharine remembered the condition of her purse, and felt that it was not likely. Her destination was marked by a large amount of information on the wall, headed by the inscription, ”Parker's Universal Scholastic and Commercial Agency.” She had not much time to study it, however, for an office boy hastened to answer her knock, as though he had been longing for the opportunity to do so for some time, and said that Mr. Parker was at liberty, if she would kindly step in.

She fancied that he also stared critically at her, and she began to fear that something was wrong with her personal appearance. This naturally did not add to her self-possession; and when she found herself in a small inner room that smelt of stale tobacco and whiskey, she began to wish she had not come at all. A fair-haired man, with a moustache and an eyegla.s.s, was sitting with his feet on the mantel-shelf when she entered the room; but he jumped up with a great deal of fuss, and offered her a chair, and asked her what he could do for her. Katharine faltered out her usual inquiry for teaching work; and the fact that Mr. Parker was adjusting his eyegla.s.s and taking her in from head to foot all the time, completed her discomfiture.

”Teaching? To be sure,” he said with a supercilious smile, and went at once to the door and told the boy to bring the books.

”There ain't no books, and you knows it,” retorted the boy, who seemed disposed to be rebellious; and Mr. Parker vanished precipitately into the other room. When he returned, his smile was unaltered; and he sat down again, and twirled his drooping moustache.

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