Part 24 (2/2)

Had it not been for this generosity and the need of getting on the right side of Puffin, Major Flint would certainly have resented such clumsy levity, but this double consideration caused him to take it with unwonted good-humour. His attempt to laugh, indeed, sounded a little hollow, but that is the habit of self-directed merriment.

”Well, I allow it must have seemed amusing,” he said. ”The fact was that I thought she would appreciate my putting a little ceremony into my errand of apology, and then she whisked me off shopping before I could go and change.”

”Kiss and friends again, then?” asked Puffin.

The Major grew a little stately over this.

”No such familiarity pa.s.sed,” he said. ”But she accepted my regrets with--ha--the most gracious generosity. A fine-spirited woman, sir; you'll find the same.”

”I might if I looked for it,” said Puffin. ”But why should I want to make it up? You've done that, and that prevents her talking about duelling and early trains. She can't mock at me because of you. You might pa.s.s me back my bottle, if you've taken your drink.”

The Major reluctantly did so.

”You must please yourself, old boy,” he said. ”It's your business, and no one's ever said that Benjy Flint interfered in another man's affairs.

But I trust you will do what good feeling indicates. I hope you value our jolly games of golf and our pleasant evenings sufficiently highly.”

”Eh! how's that?” asked Puffin. ”You going to cut me too?”

The Major sat down and put his large feet on the fender. ”Tact and diplomacy, Benjy, my boy,” he reminded himself.

”Ha! That's what I like,” he said, ”a good fire and a friend, and the rest of the world may go hang. There's no question of cutting, old man; I needn't tell you that--but we must have one of our good talks. For instance, I very unceremoniously turned you out of my house this afternoon, and I owe you an explanation of that. I'll give it you in one word: Miss Mapp saw you come in. She didn't see me come in here this evening--ha! ha!--and that's why I can sit at my ease. But if she knew----”

Puffin guessed.

”What has happened, Major, is that you've thrown me over for Miss Mapp,”

he observed.

”No, sir, I have not,” said the Major with emphasis. ”Should I be sitting here and drinking your whisky if I had? But this morning, after that lady had accepted my regret for my share in what occurred the other night, she a.s.sumed that since I condemned my own conduct unreservedly, I must equally condemn yours. It really was like a conjuring trick; the thing was done before I knew anything about it. And before I'd had time to say, 'Hold on a bit,' I was being led up and down the High Street, carrying as much merchandise as a drove of camels. G.o.d, sir, I suffered this morning; you don't seem to realize that I suffered; I couldn't stand any more mornings like that: I haven't the stamina.”

”A powerful woman,” said Puffin reflectively.

”You may well say that,” observed Major Flint. ”That is finely said. A powerful woman she is, with a powerful tongue, and able to be powerful nasty, and if she sees you and me on friendly terms again, she'll turn the full hose on to us both unless you make it up with her.”

”H'm, yes. But as likely as not she'll tell me and my apologies to go hang.”

”Have a try, old man,” said the Major encouragingly.

Puffin looked at his whisky-bottle.

”Help yourself, Major,” he said. ”I think you'll have to help me out, you know. Go and interview her: see if there's a chance of my favourable reception.”

”No, sir,” said the Major firmly, ”I will not run the risk of another morning's shopping in the High Street.”

”You needn't. Watch till she comes back from her shopping to-morrow.”

Major Benjy clearly did not like the prospect at all, but Puffin grew firmer and firmer in his absolute refusal to lay himself open to rebuff, and presently, they came to an agreement that the Major was to go on his amba.s.sadorial errand next morning. That being settled, the still undecided point about the worm-cast gave rise to a good deal of heat, until, it being discovered that the window was open, and that their voices might easily carry as far as the garden-room, they made malignant rejoinders to each other in whispers. But it was impossible to go on quarrelling for long in so confidential a manner, and the disagreement was deferred to a more convenient occasion. It was late when the Major left, and after putting out the light in Puffin's hall, so that he should not be silhouetted against it, he slid into the darkness, and reached his own door by a subtle detour.

Miss Mapp had a good deal of division of her swift mind, when, next morning, she learned the nature of Major Benjy's second errand. If she, like Mr. Wyse, was to encourage Puffin to hope that she would accept his apologies, she would be obliged to remit all further punishment of him, and allow him to consort with his friend again. It was difficult to forgo the pleasure of his chastis.e.m.e.nt, but, on the other hand, it was just possible that the Major might break away, and, whether she liked it or not (and she would not), refuse permanently to give up Puffin's society. That would be awkward since she had publicly paraded her reconciliation with him. What further inclined her to clemency, was that this very evening the crimson-lake tea-gown would shed its effulgence over Mrs. Poppit's bridge-party, and Diva would never want to hear the word ”kingfisher” again. That was enough to put anybody in a good temper. So the diplomatist returned to the miscreant with the glad tidings that Miss Mapp would hear his supplication with a favourable ear, and she took up a stately position in the garden-room, which she selected as audience chamber, near the bell so that she could ring for Withers if necessary.

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