Part 32 (2/2)

Behold them, then, thus installed on the outskirts of the meeting, with a good view of the platform where ”the boys” were seated, together with Wellgood, supporting the great Lord Meriton. Vivien and Isobel also had chairs at the back. The Nun produced a field-gla.s.s from a pocket in the car, and favoured these ladies with a steady inspection. ”Which did you say was Harry's?” she asked.

”The fair one, miss--that's Miss Wellgood.”

”The other's quite good-looking too,” the Nun p.r.o.nounced.

The salient features of Mr. Foot's oratory have been indicated on a previous occasion. This evening he surpa.s.sed himself in epigram and logic; no doubt he desired to overcome the Nun's obstinate scepticism as to his career, no less than to maintain his popularity in Meriton. For the Nun he had a special treat--a surprise. He told them her story of Tommy and the two ladies, slightly adapting it to the taste of a general audience; the cheques were softened down to invitations to _tete-a-tete_ dinners, couched in highly affectionate language. In Billy's apologue the Ministry was Tommy, one of the ladies was Liberalism, the other Socialism. The apologue took on very well; Billy made great play with Tommy's double flirtation, and the Ministry's double flirtation, ending up, ”Yes, gentlemen, there will be only one tip to pay the waiter, but that'll be a tip-over, if I'm not much mistaken!” (Cheers and laughter.)

The Nun was smiling all over her face. ”That really was rather clever of Billy.” She felt herself s.h.i.+ning with reflected glory.

But Billy--astute electioneerer--meant to get more out of the Nun than just that Tommy story. When he had finished a wonderful peroration, in which he bade Meriton decide once and for all--it would probably never have another chance before it was too late--between Imperial greatness and Imperial decay, he slipped from the platform, and made his way round the skirts of the meeting to her motor-car. Lord Meriton's compliments, and would Miss Flower oblige him and delight the meeting by singing the National Anthem at the close of the proceedings? The Nun was so agitated by this request that she lost most of Andy's speech; he was sandwiched in between the more famous orators. As Andy--from what she did hear--appeared to be talking about loaves, and sugar, and bacon, and things of that sort, she was of opinion that she was not missing very much, and was surprised to see the men listening and the bareheaded women nodding approvingly and nudging one another in the ribs. ”He's jolly good! Upon my word, he is,” said Billy Foot suddenly, and old Jack chuckled delightedly. When Andy sat down, without any peroration, she said to Billy, ”Was he good? It sounded rather dull to me. Yours was fine, Billy!”

”Awfully glad you liked it. But they'll forget my jokes; they'll talk about old Andy's figures when they get home. Every woman in the place'll want to prove 'em right or wrong. Gad, how he must have mugged all that up!”

Then came Harry; to him she listened, at him she looked. Whatever the difficulties of his private life might be, they did not avail to spoil his speaking; it is conceivable that they improved it, since nerves on the strain sometimes result in brilliant flashes. And he looked so handsome, with pale, eager, excited face. He could fall in love with a subject almost as deeply, almost as quickly, as with a woman, and for the moment be hardly less devoted to it, heart and soul. Perhaps he was a little over the heads of most of his audience, but they knew that it was a fine performance and were willing to take for granted some things which they did not understand.

”That's talking, that is!” said a man near the car. ”Mr. Harry's the one to give ye that.”

Of course the Nun was persuaded in the matter of the National Anthem.

Billy led her round to the platform, where Lord Meriton welcomed her, and introduced her to the meeting as Miss Doris Flower, the famous London singer, who had kindly consented to sing the National Anthem. For once in her life the Nun was very nervous, but she sang. Her sweet voice and her remarkable prettiness stormed the meeting. They would have another song. The applause brought back her confidence. Before she had become a nun or a Quaker she had once been, in early days, a Cameron Highlander. A couple of martial and patriotic ditties remained in her memory; she gave them one, and excited enthusiasm. They cried for more--more! An encore was insisted upon. In spite of the brilliant speakers, the Nun was the heroine of the evening. She bowed, she smiled, she fell altogether in love with Meriton. Thoughts of the Lion rose strongly in her mind.

”A great success, and we owe a great deal of it to you, Miss Flower,”

said the n.o.ble chairman. ”You just put the crown on it all. I wish we could have you here at election time!”

The whole platform besought the Nun to come down at election time with more patriotic songs. Most urgent was the pretty, slight, fair girl who was Harry Belfield's _fiancee_. Her eyes were so friendly and gentle that the Nun could refuse her nothing.

”At one bound, Doris, you've become a personage in Meriton,” laughed Billy Foot.

”She's a personage wherever she goes,” said Andy in frank and affectionate admiration.

The Nun gurgled happily. But where was her old friend Harry with his congratulations? He had greeted her, but not with much enthusiasm; he was now talking to the other girl--Miss Vintry--in a low voice, with a frown on his face; he looked weary and spent. She moved over to him and laid her hand on his arm; he started violently.

”I'll never laugh at you about your speeches again, Harry. But, poor old fellow, how done up you look!”

”Doing this sort of thing every night's pretty tiring.”

”Besides all the other things you have to do just now! I think I must come and stay at the Lion and look after you.”

Harry looked at her with an expression that puzzled her; it almost seemed like resentment, though the idea was surely absurd. Miss Vintry said nothing; she stood by in silent composure.

”You're thinking of--of coming to Meriton?”

”I had an idea of it, for a week or two. I'm doing nothing, you know.

Sally would come with me.”

”I should think you'd find it awfully dull,” said Harry.

The Nun could not make him out. Was he ashamed of her? Did he not want her to know Miss Wellgood, his _fiancee_? It almost looked like that.

The Nun was a little hurt. She was aware that certain people held certain views; but Harry was an old, old friend. ”Well, if I do come and find it dull, you needn't feel responsible. You haven't pressed me, have you?” and with a little laugh she went back to more expansive friends.

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