The Paying Guest

thinks a great deal of your advice—’

‘I’m very glad to be assured of that. All I shall do, Mr. Cobb, is to keep before her mind the duty of behaving straightforwardly.’

‘That’s the thing! Nobody can ask more than that.’

Emmeline hesitated, but could not dismiss him without shaking hands. That he did not offer to do so until invited, though he betrayed no sense of social inferiority, seemed another point in his favour.

CHAPTER IV

Not half an hour after Cobb’s departure Louise returned. Emmeline was surprised to see her back so soon; they met near the railway station as Mrs. Mumford was on her way to a shop in High Street.

‘Isn’t it good of me! If I had stayed longer I should have gone home to quarrel with Cissy; but I struggled against the temptation. Going to the grocer’s? Oh, do let me go with you, and see how you do that kind of thing. I never gave an order at the grocer’s in my life—no, indeed I never did. Mother and Cissy have always looked after that. And I want to learn about housekeeping; you promised to teach me.’

Emmeline made no mention of Mr. Cobb’s call until they reached the house.

‘He came here!’ Louise exclaimed, reddening. ‘What impudence! I shall at once write and tell him that his behaviour is outrageous. Am I to be hunted like this?’

Her wrath seemed genuine enough; but she was vehemently eager to learn all that had passed. Emmeline made a truthful report.

‘You’re quite sure that was all? Oh, his impertinence! Well, and now that you’ve seen him, don’t you understand how—how impossible it is?’

‘I shall say nothing more about it, Louise. It isn’t my business to—’

The girl’s face threatened a tempest. As Emmeline was moving away, she rudely obstructed her.

‘I insist on you telling me what you think. It was abominable of him to come when I wasn’t at home; and I don’t think you ought to have seen him. You’ve no right to keep your thoughts to yourself!’

Mrs. Mumford was offended, and showed it.

‘I have a perfect right, and I shall do so. Please don’t let us quarrel. You may be fond of it, but I am not.’

Louise went from the room and remained invisible till just before dinner, when she came down with a grave and rather haughty countenance. To Mumford’s remarks she replied with curt formality; he, prepared for this state of things, began conversing cheerfully with his wife, and Miss Derrick kept silence. After dinner, she passed out into the garden.

‘It won’t do,’ said Mumford. ‘The house is upset. I’m afraid we shall have to get rid of her.’

‘If she can’t behave herself, I’m afraid we must. It’s my fault. I ought to have known that it would never do.’

At half-past ten, Louise was still sitting out of doors in the dark. Emmeline, wishing to lock up for the night, went to summon her troublesome guest.

‘Hadn’t you better come in?’

‘Yes. But I think you are very unkind, Mrs. Mumford.’

‘Miss Derrick, I really can’t do anything but leave you alone when you are in such an unpleasant hum our.’

‘But that’s just what you oughtn’t to do. When I’m left alone I sulk, and that’s bad for all of us. If you would just get angry and give me what I deserve, it would be all over very soon.’

‘You are always talking about “nice” people. Nice people don’t have scenes of that kind.’

‘No, I suppose not. And I’m very sorry, and if you’ll let me beg your pardon—. There, and we might have made it up hours ago. I won’t ask you to tell me what you think of Mr. Cobb. I’ve written him the kind of letter his impudence deserves.’

‘Very well. We won’t talk of it any more. And if you could be a little quieter in your manners, Louise—’

‘I will, I promise I will I Let me say good-night to Mr. Mumford.’

For a day or two there was halcyon weather. On Saturday afternoon Louise hired a carriage and took her friends for a drive into the country; at her special request the child accompanied them. Nothing could have been more delightful. She had quite made up her mind to have a house, some day, at Sutton. She hoped the Mumfords would “always” live there, that they might perpetually enjoy each other’s society. What were the rents? she inquired. Well, to begin with, she would be content with one of the smaller houses; a modest, semidetached little place, like those at the far end of Cedar Road. They were perfectly respectable—were they not? How this change in her station was to come about Louise offered no hint, and did not seem to think of the matter.

Then restlessness again came upon her. One day she all but declared her disappointment that the Mumfords saw so few people. Emmeline, repeating this to her husband, avowed a certain compunction.

‘I almost feel that I deliberately misled her. You know, Clarence, in our first conversation I mentioned the Kirby Simpsons and Mrs. Hollings, and I feel sure she remembers. It wouldn’t be nice to be taking her money on false pretences, would it?’

‘Oh, don’t trouble. It’s quite certain she has someone in mind whom she means to marry before long.’

‘I can’t help thinking that. But I don’t know who it can be. She had a letter this morning in a man’s writing, and didn’t speak of it. It wasn’t Mr. Cobb.’

Louise, next day, put a point-blank question.

‘Didn’t you say that you knew some people at West Kensington?’