Part 37 (1/2)

”Half-a-dozen of them,” I groaned.

The door opened, and Jarman entered; he never troubled to knock anywhere. In place of his usual noisy greeting, he crossed in silence and shook me gravely by the hand.

”Friend of yours?” he asked, indicating Minikin.

I introduced them to each other.

”Proud to meet you,” said Jarman.

”Glad to hear it,” said Minikin. ”Don't look as if you'd got much else to be stuck up about.”

”Don't mind him,” I explained to Jarman. ”He was born like it.”

”Wonderful gift” replied Jarman. ”D'ye know what I should do if I 'ad it?” He did not wait for Minikin's reply. ”'Ire myself out to break up evening parties. Ever thought of it seriously?”

Minikin replied that he would give the idea consideration.

”Make your fortune going round the suburbs,” a.s.sured him Jarman. ”Pity you weren't 'ere last night,” he continued; ”might 'ave saved our young friend 'ere a deal of trouble. Has 'e told you the news?”

I explained that I had already put Minikin in possession of all the facts.

”Now you've got a good, steady eye,” said Jarman, upon whom Minikin, according to his manner, had fixed his gla.s.s...o...b.. ”'ow d'ye think 'e is looking?”

”As well as can be expected under the circ.u.mstances, don't you think?”

answered Minikin.

”Does 'e know the circ.u.mstances? Has 'e seen the girl?” asked Jarman.

I replied he had not as yet enjoyed that privilege. ”Then 'e don't know the worst,” said Jarman. ”A hundred and sixty pounds of 'er, and still growing! Bit of a load for 'im, ain't it?”

”Some of 'em do have luck,” was Minikin's rejoinder. Jarman leant forward and took further stock for a few seconds of his new acquaintance.

”That's a fine 'ead of yours,” he remarked; ”all your own? No offence,”

continued Jarman, without giving Minikin time for repartee. ”I was merely thinking there must be room for a lot of sense in it. Now, what do you, as a practical man, advise 'im: dose of poison, or Waterloo Bridge and a brick?”

”I suppose there's no doubt,” I interjected, ”that we are actually engaged?”

”Not a blooming shadow,” a.s.sured me Jarman, cheerfully, ”so far as she's concerned.”

”I shall tell her plainly,” I explained, ”that I was drunk at the time.”

”And 'ow are you going to convince 'er of it?” asked Jarman. ”You think your telling 'er you loved 'er proves it. So it would to anybody else, but not to 'er. You can't expect it. Besides, if every girl is going to give up 'er catch just because the fellow 'adn't all 'is wits about 'im at the time--well, what do you think?” He appealed to Minikin.

To Minikin it appeared that if such contention were allowed girls might as well shut up shop.

Jarman, who now that he had ”got even” with Minikin, was more friendly disposed towards that young man, drew his chair closer to him and entered upon a private and confidential argument, from which I appeared to be entirely excluded.

”You see,” explained Jarman, ”this ain't an ordinary case. This chap's going to be the future Poet Laureate. Now, when the Prince of Wales invites him to dine at Marlborough 'ouse, 'e don't want to go there tacked on to a girl that carries aitches with her in a bag, and don't know which end of the spoon out of which to drink 'er soup.”

”It makes a difference, of course,” agreed Minikin.