pgw.uneasymoney-第13节
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t morning。 My nerves were somewhat disordered。 I had lain awake much of the night planning a canvas。'
'Planning a what？'
'A canvasa picture。'
Lady Wetherby turned to Claire。
'I want you to listen to Algie； Claire。 A year ago he did not know one end of a paint…brush from the other。 He didn't know he had any nerves。 If you had brought him the artistic temperament on a plate with a bit of watercress round it； he wouldn't have recognized it。 And now； just because he's got a studio； he thinks he has a right to go up in the air if you speak to him suddenly and run about the place hitting snakes with teaspoons as if he were Michelangelo！'
'You do me an injustice。 It is true that as an artist I developed lateBut why should we quarrel？ If it will help to pave the way to a renewed understanding between us； I am prepared to apologize for striking Clarence。 That is conciliatory； I think； Miss Fenwick？'
'Very。'
'Miss Fenwick considers my attitude conciliatory。'
'It's something；' admitted Lady Wetherby； grudgingly。
Lord Wetherby drained the whisky…and…soda which Dudley Pickering had left behind him； and seemed to draw strength from it； for he now struck a firmer note。
'But； though expressing regret for my momentary loss of self…control； I cannot recede from the position I have taken up as regards the essential unfitness of Clarence's presence in the home。'
Lady Wetherby looked despairingly at Claire。
'The very first words I heard Algie speak； Claire； were at Newmarket during the three o'clock race one May afternoon。 He was hanging over the rail； yelling like an Indian； and what he was yelling was； 〃e on； you blighter； e on！ By the living jingo； Brickbat wins in a walk！〃 And now he's talking about receding from essential positions！ Oh； well； he wasn't an artist then！'
'My dear PauPolly。 I am purposely picking my words on the present occasion in order to prevent the possibility of further misunderstandings。 I consider myself an ambassador。'
'You would be shocked if you knew what I consider you！'
'I am endeavouring to the best of my ability'
'Algie； listen to me！ I am quite calm at present； but there's no knowing how soon I may hit you with a chair if you don't e to earth quick and talk like an ordinary human being。 What is it that you are driving at？'
'Very well； it's this： I'll e home if you get rid of that snake。'
'Never！'
'It's surely not much to ask of you； Polly？'
'I won't！'
Lord Wetherby sighed。
'When I led you to the altar；' he said； reproachfully； 'you promised to love； honour； and obey me。 I thought at the time it was a bit of swank！'
Lady Wetherby's manner thawed。 She became more friendly。
'When you talk like that； Algie； I feel there's hope for you after all。 That's how you used to talk in the dear old days when you'd e to me to borrow half…a…crown to put on a horse！ Listen； now that at last you seem to be getting more reasonable； I wish I could make you understand that I don't keep Clarence for sheer love of him。 He's a mercial asset。 He's an advertisement。 You must know that I have got to have something to'
'I admit that may be so as regards the monkey； Eustace。 Monkeys as aids to publicity have； I believe； been tested and found valuable by other artistes。 I am prepared to accept Eustace； but the snake is worthless。'
'Oh； you don't object to Eustace； then？'
'I do strongly； but I concede his uses。'
'You would live in the same house as Eustace？'
'I would endeavour to do so。 But not in the same house as Eustace and Clarence。'
There was a pause。
'I don't know that I'm so stuck on Clarence myself；' said Lady Wetherby； weakly。
'My darling！'
'Wait a minute。 I've not said I would get rid of him。'
'But you will？'
Lady Wetherby's hesitation lasted but a moment。 'All right； Algie。 I'll send him to the Zoo to…morrow。'
'My precious pet！'
A hand； reaching under the table； enveloped Claire's in a loving clasp。
From the look on Lord Wetherby's face she supposed that he was under the delusion that he was bestowing this attention on his wife。
'You know； Algie； darling；' said Lady Wetherby； melting pletely； 'when you get that yearning note in your voice I just flop and take the full count。'
'My sweetheart； when I saw you doing that Dream of What's…the…girl's…bally…name dance just now； it was all I could do to keep from rushing out on to the floor and hugging you。'
'Algie！'
'Polly！'
'Do you mind letting go of my hand； please； Lord Wetherby？' said Claire； on whom these saccharine exchanges were beginning to have a cloying effect。
For a moment Lord Wetherby seemed somewhat confused； but； pulling himself together； he covered his embarrassment with a pomposity that blended poorly with his horsy appearance。
'Married life； Miss Fenwick；' he said； 'as you will no doubt discover some day； must always be a series of mutual promises； of cheerful give and take。 The lamp of love'
His remarks were cut short by a crash at the other end of the room。 There was a sharp cry and the splintering of glass。 The place was full of a sudden； sharp confusion。 They jumped up with one accord。 Lady Wetherby spilled her iced coffee； Lord Wetherby dropped the lamp of love。 Claire； who was nearest the pillar that separated them from the part of the restaurant where the accident had happened； was the first to see what had taken place。
A large man； dancing with a large girl； appeared to have charged into a small waiter； upsetting him and his tray and the contents of his tray。 The various actors in the drama were now engaged in sorting themselves out from the ruins。 The man had his back toward her； and it seemed to Claire that there was something familiar about that back。 Then he turned； and she recognized Lord Dawlish。
She stood transfixed。 For a moment surprise was her only emotion。 How came Bill to be in America？ Then other feelings blended with her surprise。 It is a fact that Lord Dawlish was looking singularly unfortable。
Claire's eyes travelled from Bill to his partner and took in with one swift feminine glance her large； exuberant blondeness。 There is no denying that； seen with a somewhat biased eye； the Good Sport resembled rather closely a poster advertising a revue。
Claire returned to her seat。 Lord and Lady Wetherby continued to talk； but she allowed them to conduct the conversation without her assistance。
'You're very quiet； Claire；' said Polly。
'I'm thinking。'
'A very good thing； too； so they tell me。 I've never tried it myself。 Algie； darling； he was a bad boy to leave his nice home； wasn't he？ He didn't deserve to have his hand held。'
8
It had been a great night for Nutty Boyd。 If the vision of his sister Elizabeth； at home at the farm speculating sadly on the whereabouts of her wandering boy； ever came before his mental eye he certainly did not allow it to interfere with his appreciation of the festivities。 At Frolics in the Air； whither they moved after draining Reigelheimer's of what joys it had to offer； and at Peale's； where they went after wearying of Frolics in the Air； he was in the highest spirits。 It was only occasionally that the recollection came to vex him that this could not last； thatsince his Uncle Ira had played him falsehe must return anon to the place whence he had e。
Why； in a city of all…night restaurants； these parties ever break up one cannot say； but a merciful Providence sees to it that they do； and just as Lord Dawlish was contemplating an eternity of the pany of Nutty and his two panions； the end came。 Miss Leonard said that she was tired。 Her friend said that it was a shame to go home at dusk like this； but； if the party was going to be broken up； she supposed there was nothing else for it。 Bill was too sleepy to say anything。
The Good Sport lived round the corner； and only required Lord Dawlish's escort for a couple of hundred yards。 But Miss Leonard's hotel was in the neighbourhood of Washington Square； and it was Nutty's pleasing task to drive her thither。 Engaged thus； he received a shock that electrified him。
'That pal of yours；' said Miss Leonard； drowsilyshe was half…asleep'what did you say his name was？'
'Chalmers； he told me。 I only met him to…night。'
'Well； it isn't； it's something else。 It'Miss Leonard yawned'it's Lord something。'
'How do you mean； 〃Lord something〃？'
'He's a lordat least； he was when I met him in London。'
'Are you sure you met him in London？'
'Of course I'm sure。 He was at that supper Captain Delaney gave at Oddy's。 There can't be two men in England who dance like that！'
The recollection of Bill's performance stimulated Miss Leonard into a temporary wakefulness； and she giggled。
'He danced just the same way that night in London。 I wish I could remember his name。 I almost had it a dozen times tonight。 It's something with a window in it。'
'A window？' Nutty's brain was a little fatigued and he felt himself unequal to grasping this。 'How do you mean； a window？'
'No； not a windowa door！ I knew it was something about a house。 I know now； his name's Lord Dawlish。'
Nutty's fatigue fell from him like a garment。
'It can't be！'
'It is。'
Miss Leonard's eyes had closed and she spoke in a muffled voice。
'Are you sure？'
