The 'Mind the Paint' Girl Part 19

Sakes alive, why _shouldn't_ Stewie rave about me in a public place, if he feels like it! I belong to the public. He might rave about a girl who's a jolly sight less deserving of being raved about, as a girl _and_ an artist, than I am.

JEYES.

Well, we'll dismiss Heneage.

LILY.

Yes, exit Stewie and enter somebody else for you fuss and fume about.

This afternoon it's Lord Farncombe, and to-morrow it'll be a fresh person altogether. One 'ud think, to hear you, that I don't know how to take care of myself, and of any poor boy who loses his head over me! [_Rising and walking away._] You're growing worse and worse with your jealousy, Nicko. Stop it! I'm surprised at you, after all these years! It's beginning to fret me, and that's bad for my spirits and bad for me in business. [_At the tea-table, grabbing a piece of bread-and-b.u.t.ter and biting at it._] And now you're making me spoil my dinner-- [_relenting_] and that's not good for me either, you brute!

JEYES.

[_His hands hanging loosely between his knees, sighing heavily._] Oh, Lily, Lily----!

LILY.

Yes, oh, Lily, Lily!

JEYES.

Why-- why don't you put me out of my misery?

LILY.

[_Munching._] Poison you?

JEYES.

Marry me.

LILY.

[_Behind his chair._] Marry you? [_Taking his handkerchief from his breast-pocket and wiping her fingers upon it-- sarcastically._] Have you come to tell me you've got some work to do at last? Break it gently, Nicko; the shock might be too great for me.

JEYES.

Oh, _I'd_ find a billet soon enough, Lil, if only I'd an incentive to hunt for it.

LILY.

Incentive! You _had_ an incentive twelve months ago, when I was willing to engage myself to you absolutely if you could obtain a good secretarys.h.i.+p or something of the sort.

JEYES.

I-- I've no fancy for a beggarly secretarys.h.i.+p.

LILY.

No; all _you've_ a fancy for, seemingly, is for living on your unfortunate people. [_Throwing him his handkerchief and leaving him._]

How a man of your age can rest satisfied with being a burden to others pa.s.ses my dull comprehension!

JEYES.

I-- I _have_ been a bit slack, I own-- I _have_ been a bit leisurely; but----

LILY.

[_Inspecting some of the flowers about the room._] Nicko, that pendant, or whatever it is, you've given me-- I don't want to hurt you, but I won't accept it. You take it away with you; do you hear?

JEYES.

[_Not heeding her, weakly._] Lil----

LILY.

I'm in earnest; you remove it from off my premises.

JEYES.

Lil-- [_she returns to him_] my eldest brother-- Robert-- [_looking up at her_] Bob-- [_She nods inquiringly._] Bob's at me to go out to Rhodesia, to manage a group of stock farms he's interested in near Bulawayo.

LILY.

Oh, why don't you go?

JEYES.

[_Forlornly._] Rhodesia! Bulawayo! [_Looking up at her again with a dismal smile._] Come with me?

LILY.

Don't be absurd.

JEYES.

[_Rising and putting his hands upon her shoulders._] No, you wouldn't care a straw-- not a bra.s.s farthing-- if I _did_ go, would yer!

LILY.

[_Softening again._] Stuff! I should miss you horribly. [_Toying with a b.u.t.ton of his waistcoat._] Who'd bring me home from the theatre at night then, and from rehearsals; who----?

JEYES.

Ah, _who_! [_His grip tightening on her._] _Who!_

LILY.

[_Wincing._] Ssss! You'll bruise my skin if you're not careful.