five tales-第17章
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〃Fun！〃
〃I think he's the greatest lark； but he's awfully nice to me。 Jock calls him the last of the Stoic'uns。〃
A voice called from old Heythorp's den：
〃Phyllis！〃 It had a particular ring； that voice； as if coming from beautifully formed red lips； of which the lower one must curve the least bit over； it had； too； a caressing vitality； and a kind of warm falsity。
The girl threw a laughing look back over her shoulder； and vanished through the door into the room。
Bob Pillin remained with his back to the fire and his puppy round eyes fixed on the air that her figure had last occupied。 He was experiencing a sensation never felt before。 Those travels with a lady of Spain； charitably conceded him by old Heythorp； had so far satisfied the emotional side of this young man； they had stopped short at Brighton and Scarborough； and been preserved from even the slightest intrusion of love。 A calculated and hygienic career had caused no anxiety either to himself or his father； and this sudden swoop of something more than admiration gave him an uncomfortable choky feeling just above his high round collar； and in the temples a sort of buzzingthose first symptoms of chivalry。 A man of the world does not； however； succumb without a struggle； and if his hat had not been out of reach； who knows whether he would not have left the house hurriedly； saying to himself： 〃No； no； my boy； Millicent Villas is hardly your form； when your intentions are honourable〃？ For somehow that round and laughing face； bob of glistening hair； those wide…opened grey eyes refused to awaken the beginnings of other intentionssuch is the effect of youth and innocence on even the steadiest young men。 With a kind of moral stammer； he was thinking： 'Can Idare I offer to see them to their tram？ Couldn't I even nip out and get the car round and send them home in it？ No； I might miss thembetter stick it out here！ What a jolly laugh！ What a tipping facestrawberries and cream； hay； and all that！ Millicent Villas！' And he wrote it on his cuff。
The door was opening； he heard that warm vibrating voice： 〃Come along； Phyllis！〃the girl's laugh so high and fresh： 〃Right…o！ Coming！〃 And with； perhaps； the first real tremor he had ever known； he crossed to the front door。 All the more chivalrous to escort them to the tram without a hat！ And suddenly he heard： 〃 I've got your hat； young man！〃 And her mother's voice； warm； and simulating shock： 〃Phyllis； you awful gairl！ Did you ever see such an awful gairl； Mr。…〃
〃Pillin； Mother。〃
And thenhe did not quite know howinsulated from the January air by laughter and the scent of fur and violets； he was between them walking to their tram。 It was like an experience out of the 〃Arabian Nights；〃 or something of that sort； an intoxication which made one say one was going their way； though one would have to come all the way back in the same beastly tram。 Nothing so warming had ever happened to him as sitting between them on that drive； so that he forgot the note in his pocket； and his desire to relieve the anxiety of the 〃old man；〃 his father。 At the tram's terminus they all got out。 There issued a purr of invitation to come and see them some time； a clear： 〃Jock'll love to see you！〃 A low laugh： 〃You awful gairl！〃 And a flash of cunning zigzagged across his brain。 Taking off his hat； he said：
〃Thanks awfully； rather！〃 and put his foot back on the step of the tram。 Thus did he delicately expose the depths of his chivalry！
〃Oh！ you said you were going our way！ What one…ers you do tell！ Oh！〃 The words were as music； the sight of those eyes growing rounder； the most perfect he had ever seen； and Mrs。 Larne's low laugh； so warm yet so preoccupied； and the tips of the girl's fingers waving back above her head。 He heaved a sigh； and knew no more till he was seated at his club before a bottle of champagne。 Home！ Not he！ He wished to drink and dream。 〃The old man〃 would get his news all right to…morrow！
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The words： 〃A Mrs。 Larne to see you； sir；〃 had been of a nature to astonish weaker nerves。 What had brought her here？ She knew she mustn't come！ Old Heythorp had watched her entrance with cynical amusement。 The way she whiffed herself at that young pup in passing； the way her eyes slid round！ He had a very just appreciation of his son's widow； and a smile settled deep between his chin tuft and his moustache。 She lifted his hand； kissed it； pressed it to her splendid bust； and said：
〃So here I am at last； you see。 Aren't you surprised？〃
Old Heythorp； shook his head。
〃I really had to come and see you； Guardy； we haven't had a sight of you for such an age。 And in this awful weather！ How are you； dear old Guardy？〃
〃Never better。〃 And； watching her green…grey eyes； he added：
〃Haven't a penny for you！〃
Her face did not fall； she gave her feather…laugh。
〃How dreadful of you to think I came for that！ But I am in an awful fix； Guardy。〃
〃Never knew you not to be。〃
〃Just let me tell you； dear； it'll be some relief。 I'm having the most terrible time。〃
She sank into a low chair； disengaging an overpowering scent of violets； while melancholy struggled to subdue her face and body。
〃The most awful fix。 I expect to be sold up any moment。 We may be on the streets to…morrow。 I daren't tell the children； they're so happy； poor darlings。 I shall be obliged to take Jock away from school。 And Phyllis will have to stop her piano and dancing； it's an absolute crisis。 And all due to those Midland Syndicate people。 I've been counting on at least two hundred for my new story； and the wretches have refused it。〃
With a tiny handkerchief she removed one tear from the corner of one eye。 〃It is hard； Guardy； I worked my brain silly over that story。〃
》From old Heythorp came a mutter which sounded suspiciously like：
〃Rats！〃
Heaving a sigh； which conveyed nothing but the generosity of her breathing apparatus； Mrs。 Larne went on：
〃You couldn't； I suppose； let me have just one hundred？〃
〃Not a bob。〃
She sighed again； her eyes slid round the room； then in her warm voice she murmured：
〃Guardy； you were my dear Philip's father； weren't you？ I've never said anything； but of course you were。 He was so like you； and so is Jock。〃
Nothing moved in old Heythorp's face。 No pagan image consulted with flowers and song and sacrifice could have returned less answer。 Her dear Philip！ She had led him the devil of a life； or he was a Dutchman！ And what the deuce made her suddenly trot out the skeleton like this？ But Mrs。 Larne's eyes were still wandering。
〃What a lovely house！ You know； I think you ought to help me； Guardy。 Just imagine if your grandchildren were thrown out into the street！〃
The old man grinned。 He was not going to deny his relationshipit was her look…out； not his。 But neither was he going to let her rush him。
〃And they will be； you couldn't look on and see it。 Do come to my rescue this once。 You really might do something for them。〃
With a rumbling sigh he answered：
〃Wait。 Can't give you a penny now。 Poor as a church mouse。〃
〃Oh！ Guardy
〃Fact。〃
Mrs。 Larne heaved one of her most buoyant sighs。 She certainly did not believe him。
〃Well！〃 she said； 〃you'll be sorry when we come round one night and sing for pennies under your window。 Wouldn't you like to see Phyllis？ I left her in the hall。 She's growing such a sweet gairl。 Guardy just fifty！〃
〃Not a rap。〃
Mrs。 Larne threw up her hands。 〃Well！ You'll repent it。 I'm at my last gasp。〃 She sighed profoundly； and the perfume of violets escaped in a cloud； Then； getting up； she went to the door and called： 〃Phyllis！〃
When the girl entered old Heythorp felt the nearest approach to a flutter of the heart for many years。 She had put her hair up！ She was like a spring day in January； such a relief from that scented humbug； her mother。 Pleasant the touch of her lips on his forehead； the sound of her clear voice； the sight of her slim movements； the feeling that she did him creditclean…run stock； she and that young scamp Jockbetter than the holy woman； his daughter Adela； would produce if anyone were ever fool enough to marry her； or that pragmatical fellow
