on the road at Bristol?’
‘Yes, but—’
‘Do you remember my giving you the ham sandwiches at Portsmouth?’
‘Joe!’
‘Do you remember my giving you a seed-cake at Birmingham? What did you think all that meant, if not that I loved you? Why, I was working up by degrees to telling you straight out when you suddenly went off and married that cane-sucking dude. That’s why I wouldn’t let my daughter marry this young chap, Wilson, unless he went into the profession. She’s an artist—’
‘She certainly is, Joe.’
‘You’ve seen her? Where?’
‘At the Auditorium just now. But, Joe, you mustn’t stand in the way of her marrying the man she’s in love with. He’s an artist, too.’
‘In the small time.’
‘You were in the small time once, Joe. You mustn’t look down on him because he’s a beginner. I know you feel that your daughter is marrying beneath her, but—’
‘How on earth do you know anything about young Wilson?
‘He’s my son.’
‘Your son?’
‘Yes, Joe. And I’ve just been watching him work. Oh, Joe, you can’t think how proud I was of him! He’s got it in him. It’s fate. He’s my son and he’s in the profession! Joe, you don’t know what I’ve been through for his sake. They made a lady of me. I never worked so hard in my life as I did to become a real lady. They kept telling me I had got to put it across, no matter what it cost, so that he wouldn’t be ashamed of me. The study was something terrible. I had to watch myself every minute for years, and I never knew when I might fluff my lines or fall down on some bit of business. But I did it, because I didn’t want him to be ashamed of me, though all the time I was just aching to be back where I belonged.’
Old Danby made a jump at her, and took her by the shoulders.
‘Come back where you belong, Julie!’ he cried. ‘Your husband’s dead, your son’s a pro. Come back! It’s twenty- five years ago, but I haven’t changed. I want you still. I’ve always wanted you. You’ve got to come back, kid, where you belong.’
Aunt Julia gave a sort of gulp and looked at him.
‘Joe!’ she said in a kind of whisper.
‘You’re here, kid,’ said Old Danby, huskily. ‘You’ve come back…. Twenty-five years!… You’ve come back and you’re going to stay!’
She pitched forward into his arms, and he caught her.
‘Oh, Joe! Joe! Joe!’ she said. ‘Hold me. Don’t let me go. Take care of me.’
And I edged for the door and slipped from the room. I felt weak. The old bean will stand a certain amount, but this was too much. I groped my way out into the street and wailed for a taxi.
Gussie called on me at the hotel that night. He curveted into the room as if he had bought it and the rest of the city.
‘Bertie,’ he said, ‘I feel as if I were dreaming.’
‘I wish I could feel like that, old top,’ I said, and I took another glance at a cable that had arrived half an hour ago from Aunt Agatha. I had been looking at it at intervals ever since.
‘Ray and I got back to her flat this evening. Who do you think was there? The mater! She was sitting hand in hand with old Danby.’
‘Yes?’
‘He was sitting hand in hand with her.’
‘Really?’
‘They are going to be married.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Ray and I are going to be married.’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Bertie, old man, I feel immense. I look round me, and everything seems to be absolutely corking. The change in the mater is marvellous. She is twenty-five years younger. She and old Danby are talking of reviving “Fun in a Tea-Shop”, and going out on the road with it.’
I got up.
‘Gussie, old top,’ I said, ‘leave me for a while. I would be alone. I think I’ve got brain fever or something.’
‘Sorry, old man; perhaps New York doesn’t agree with you. When do you expect to go back to England?’
I looked again at Aunt Agatha’s cable.
‘With luck,’ I said, ‘in about ten years.’
When he was gone I took up the cable and read it again.
