Under One Flag. Marsh Richard

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СКАЧАТЬ just stepped out; if he comes back and finds you here he'll throw you down the stairs quicker than you came up them."

      "Your friend?" An ugly look came into the young man's eyes. "So you've got a friend."

      As she met his glance the girl's face hardened.

      "What do you mean? You think yourself too clever. I'm not the sort you take me for. When I say my friend I mean the young man to whom I'm engaged to be married, so don't you make any error."

      "On my honour, I believe that you look prettier by day than you do by night."

      "Don't try any of your nonsense on with me. Are you going to get out of this?"

      "You might at least thank me for the pretty present which I sent you!"

      "Don't talk stuff to me about your presents, you've sent me none of them."

      A look of inquiry came into the young man's face, and of annoyance.

      "Hasn't Rossignol been yet? Do you mean to say you haven't had it?"

      "Had what? Oh, stow this, do! Do you think I don't know what kind of chap you are? You're a barber's clerk, that's what you are. You've got a pound or two in your pocket, and you go gassing about and pretending you're a don, and talk about sending presents as if you'd got the Bank of England at your back, when, I lay odds, it breaks you to pay for your clothes. We girls come across lots of your sort, so we come to know your trade mark, don't you see."

      "I do assure you that in my case you're wrong, Miss Emmett."

      "Don't I tell you that my name's not Emmett? When you said last night that you'd give me five pounds for my name and address I saw that you were fool enough for anything, so I gave you the first that came, and that happened to be a friend of mine's, and I'm in her place now, waiting for her to come back with my young man, so that's how you've chanced to find me here."

      Her companion eyed her as if he were endeavouring to ascertain from her countenance whether or not she was speaking the truth.

      "If what you say is true, then I shouldn't be surprised if your friend has got the present I sent to you."

      "Oh, has she? Then she's welcome. I daresay fifteen pence would pay for it." With an exclamation as of alarm she ran to the door. "There's my young man. If you don't go, I'll call out to him. If there's anything you want to say to me you can say it to-night at the theatre. Now, are you going?"

      "Honour bright, if I come to the theatre will you let me speak to you?"

      "Of course I will. Haven't I always done. Hark! there's my young man coming along the pavement, I know his step. Go, there's a good chap, you don't want to get me into trouble."

      "Will you give me a kiss if I go?"

      "What, here, now? What do you take me for? Do you want me to get my head knocked off my shoulders? If my young man caught me at any of those games he'd do it as soon as look at me, and yours too. We'll talk about that sort of thing to-night, at the theatre. Can't you go when I ask you?"

      It appeared that he could, because he did. She shut the door behind him the instant he was through it, keeping fast hold of the handle with her hand. She listened to his descending footsteps with an expression of satisfaction not unmingled with anxiety. As they died away she sighed-a sigh of unequivocal relief.

      "That was a near thing, it ought to be a lesson to me, it's given me quite a turn." In spite of its artificial bloom, her pretty, dainty face had assumed a sudden pallor, a fact of which her candid friend, the mirror, at once informed her. "I declare that I look quite white; that sort of thing's enough to make anyone look white." She repaired her loss of complexion with the aid of something which she took from her pocket. "It's a mercy Tom wasn't here, or even Lizzie. She's a queer sort, is Lizzie, and she might have wanted a lot of explanation before she could have been got to see the joke of my giving him her name and address instead of mine. Of course I only did it for a lark. If I'd thought he meant to do anything with it I wouldn't have given it him for a good many fivers, though the coin was useful." There came from between her lips a little ripple of laughter almost like the burst of music which proceeds from a song-bird's throat. "What fools fellows are! He's no toff, anyone can see it with half an eye, he's only a clerk or something got hold of 'a little bit of splosh' and trying to do the swagger. He's said his last words to me, anyhow; Saturday, the theatre'll see my back for good and all. And until then I'll take care that Tom comes and does the dutiful." She stood in an attitude of listening. "That is Lizzie. It's lucky that Mr Jack Smith was off the premises before she came."

      Lizzie came boisterously in, her cheeks red with the haste she had made, her eyes glistening with excitement.

      "Polly Steele!" she exclaimed. "You here!"

      The other girl bestowed on her one mischievous glance, then returned to the mirror.

      "It looks like it, doesn't it? You don't happen to have seen Tom, I suppose?"

      "Tom? Tom Duffield?"

      "That's the gentleman. I've got a bit of news for you, my dear. Tom and I have made it up."

      "Made it up?" She looked at the speaker inquisitorially, then read her meaning. "Oh, Polly, I'm so glad!"

      "I thought you would be. He doesn't seem sorry."

      "When was it? Last night at the theatre I didn't seem as if I could get a word with you."

      "No? I wonder how that was." Polly eyed her friend, her face alive with mischief. "It was this morning, my dear. He came round while I was at breakfast, and he went on so, and he seemed so set on it, that I couldn't find it in my heart to keep on saying no. So the banns are to be put up on Sunday, and we're to be married a month to-day."

      "Oh, Polly!"

      "And Saturday'll be my last appearance on any stage. Tom's going to allow me forty shillings a week until we're married; and of course I shall have my meat for nothing-he won't hear of my keeping on at the theatre. He's making money hand over fist at that shop of his; sold ten beasts last week and I don't know how many sheep. You should hear him talking! I shall be riding in my carriage before you know where you are."

      Lizzie was leaning against the mantelshelf as Agnes Graham had leaned, and, as the famous actress had done, was looking down at the empty grate.

      "I'm glad you're leaving the theatre. I was beginning to get worried about you."

      "Worried about me! Whatever for?"

      Again Miss Polly's countenance was instinct with impish roguery.

      "Oh, you know very well what I mean, my lady, so no pretending. You're too pretty for the theatre, and that's the truth."

      "Why, I thought a theatre was just the place where pretty girls are wanted."

      "Maybe. But pretty girls don't want a theatre, leastways, not if they can help it, they don't." Lizzie spoke with sudden animation. "But talk about your news! What do you think's come my way?"

      "A set of diamonds?"

      There was mockery in Polly's tone, and in her eyes.

      "You may laugh, but that's just what it was-leastways, a diamond necklace."

      "Lizzie!"

      "Yes, as fine a one as ever you saw-better than Maggie Sinclair's, СКАЧАТЬ