Part 25 (1/2)
Miss Mapp's mercy was largely tempered with justice, and she proposed, in spite of the leniency which she would eventually exhibit, to give Puffin ”what for,” first. She had not for him, as for Major Benjy, that feminine weakness which had made it a positive luxury to forgive him: she never even thought of Puffin as Captain d.i.c.ky, far less let the pretty endearment slip off her tongue accidentally, and the luxury which she antic.i.p.ated from the interview was that of administering a quant.i.ty of hard slaps. She had appointed half-past twelve as the hour for his suffering, so that he must go without his golf again.
She put down the book she was reading when he appeared, and gazed at him stonily without speech. He limped into the middle of the room. This might be forgiveness, but it did not look like it, and he wondered whether she had got him here on false pretences.
”Good morning,” said he.
Miss Mapp inclined her head. Silence was gold.
”I understood from Major Flint----” began Puffin.
Speech could be gold too.
”If,” said Miss Mapp, ”you have come to speak about Major Flint you have wasted your time. And mine!”
(How different from Major Benjy, she thought. What a shrimp!)
The shrimp gave a slight gasp. The thing had got to be done, and the sooner he was out of range of this powerful woman the better.
”I am extremely sorry for what I said to you the other night,” he said.
”I am glad you are sorry,” said Miss Mapp.
”I offer you my apologies for what I said,” continued Puffin.
The whip whistled.
”When you spoke to me on the occasion to which you refer,” said Miss Mapp, ”I saw of course at once that you were not in a condition to speak to anybody. I instantly did you that justice, for I am just to everybody. I paid no more attention to what you said than I should have paid to any tipsy vagabond in the slums. I daresay you hardly remember what you said, so that before I hear your expression of regret, I will remind you of it. You threatened, unless I promised to tell n.o.body in what a disgusting condition you were, to say that I was tipsy. Elizabeth Mapp tipsy! That was what you said, Captain Puffin.”
Captain Puffin turned extremely red. (”Now the shrimp's being boiled,”
thought Miss Mapp.)
”I can't do more than apologize,” said he. He did not know whether he was angrier with his amba.s.sador or her.
”Did you say you couldn't do 'more,'” said Miss Mapp with an air of great interest. ”How curious! I should have thought you couldn't have done less.”
”Well, what more can I do?” asked he.
”If you think,” said Miss Mapp, ”that you hurt me by your conduct that night, you are vastly mistaken. And if you think you can do no more than apologize, I will teach you better. You can make an effort, Captain Puffin, to break with your deplorable habits, to try to get back a little of the self-respect, if you ever had any, which you have lost.
You can cease trying, oh, so unsuccessfully, to drag Major Benjy down to your level. That's what you can do.”
She let these withering observations blight him.
”I accept your apologies,” she said. ”I hope you will do better in the future, Captain Puffin, and I shall look anxiously for signs of improvement. We will meet with politeness and friendliness when we are brought together and I will do my best to wipe all remembrance of your tipsy impertinence from my mind. And you must do your best too. You are not young, and engrained habits are difficult to get rid of. But do not despair, Captain Puffin. And now I will ring for Withers and she will show you out.”
She rang the bell, and gave a sample of her generous oblivion.
”And we meet, do we not, this evening at Mrs. Poppit's?” she said, looking not at him, but about a foot above his head. ”Such pleasant evenings one always has there, I hope it will not be a wet evening, but the gla.s.s is sadly down. Oh, Withers, Captain Puffin is going. Good morning, Captain Puffin. Such a pleasure!”
Miss Mapp hummed a rollicking little tune as she observed him totter down the street.
”There!” she said, and had a gla.s.s of Burgundy for lunch as a treat.