Part 24 (1/2)

”Hadn't we better stop?” I inquired, when, for the second time in succession, she had smashed my service nearly up to the ceiling. ”It can't be very amusing for you to play with me.”

A similar reflection seemed to occur to her. Resting her bat on the edge of the board, she regarded me in contemplative fas.h.i.+on.

”What _is_ your favourite game?” she asked.

For some occult reason the question made me blush, so far, that is, as my state of heat permitted.

”I'm not good at any, so I suppose I haven't a favourite game. Indeed, I don't think I'm fond of games.”

”Not fond of games?” Her tone was almost melancholy, as if my admission grieved her. ”That is unfortunate. We're such a gamey crowd--we are all so keen on games.”

Her bearing so hinted that I had been the occasion to her of actual pain that it almost moved me to tears.

When I got up into my room to dress for dinner I was a mixture of feelings. It would not have needed much to have made me sneak down the stairs, and out of the house, and back to the station, if I had been sure of getting safely away. I could not say exactly what I had expected, but I certainly had not expected this. Philip had always made such a fuss of me, that, I fear, I had taken it for granted that, under the circ.u.mstances, his people would make a fuss of me too.

Instead of which they had received me with a take-it-for-granted air, as if they had known me for years and years; and then had promptly proceeded to make me feel so unutterably small, that I was almost inclined to wish that I had never been born.

I hated to be made small. I hated games. I hated--during those moments, in which I was tearing off my frock, I nearly felt as if I hated everything. But just in time, it was borne in to me how wicked I was. It was not their fault if I was a little donkey; it was my own.

They were not to blame if I had allowed my education to be neglected, and had not properly appreciated the paramount importance of tennis, and ping-pong, and golf, and all the other, to my mind, somewhat exasperating exercises which came under the generic heading of ”games.” As I proceeded with my toilette, and surveyed the result in the mirror, my spirit became calmer. At least they none of them looked better than I did. I might not be such an expert, but I certainly was not uglier than they were. And that was something. Besides, I was young, and strong, and healthy, and active. If I set myself to do it, it was quite within the range of possibility that I might become a match for them even at tennis and ping-pong. I did not believe that I was such a duffer as I had seemed.

No one could have been nicer than they were when I went down into the drawing-room; Miss Reeves actually was so nice that she took my breath away. They stared as I entered; then broke into a chorus.

”Well,” began Bertha, with that outspokenness which seemed a family characteristic, ”one thing's sure and certain--you'll be the beauty of the family. We shall have to show you as an ill.u.s.tration of what we can achieve in that direction. You look a perfect picture.”

”A dream of loveliness!” cried Miss Reeves. ”Now, if I were a man, you're just the sort of girl I'd like to marry. Even as a mere girl I'd like to kiss you.”

She put her hands lightly on my bare shoulders, and she did kiss me--on both cheeks, and on the lips--there and then. It was most bewildering. I had not looked for that sort of thing from her. But Mrs Sanford's words warmed the very c.o.c.kles of my heart.

”If you are as delightful as you look, my dear, that boy of mine ought to be a very happy fellow.”

No woman had ever spoken to me like that before. It filled me with a delightful glow--made me even bold. I went close up to her, and I whispered--

”I should like to make him happy.”

Then she drew me to her, and she kissed me--laughing as she did so. It was really a most peculiar position for a person to be in. But I forgave them for making such an object of me at tennis.

After dinner Mrs Sanford said,--

”Bertha, Margaret, and I will go over to the island in the dinghy,--we, being on this occasion, the chief exponents of parlour tricks, and responsible for all the other performers of the same--and then, Pat, you and Molly might follow in the punt.”

At Mrs Sanford's mischievous allusion to ”parlour tricks” they all looked at me, and laughed; but, by now, I was beginning to get used to their ways: I laughed too. A little while before I should have objected to being again paired off with Miss Reeves, but my sentiments were also commencing to change towards her. Mrs Sanford went on--

”We shall have to see that all things are ready and in order; so that you will have fifteen or twenty minutes before you need appear.”

We saw them off--the garden ran right down to the water's edge. Then Miss Reeves proposed that, since there was no need to hurry, we should get into the punt, and dawdle about upon the river till it was time to join them. The idea commended itself to me; although I was regarding the punt--which was moored alongside--with some misgivings. Incredible though it may sound, I had never seen such an article before.

But then I had never before been within miles and miles of the Thames,--except over London Bridge, and that kind of thing. I had never been in a boat in my life, whether large or small, on sea or river. Such was my ignorance, that I had not been aware that women ever rowed--especially in little weeny boats all alone by themselves.

The workmanlike manner in which Bertha and Margaret had rowed off with their mother had filled me with amazement,--they had gone off with nothing on their heads, or shoulders, or even their hands. They had a heap of wraps in the bottom of the boat; but it had not seemed to occur to them that it was necessary to put them on. True, it was a lovely evening and delightfully warm, but there were lots of other boats about; and it did seem odd that three ladies should start off in a boat all alone by themselves in exactly the same costume in which they had just been sitting at dinner.

”Hadn't I better put something on?” I inquired of Miss Reeves, who showed symptoms of a desire to hurry me into the punt before I was ready.