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"No, sir. I should like to know what you are going to do. It would relieve my mind. As a matter of fact, I confess that I am growing weary of the mask." Warburton waited.
"You make a very respectable butler, though,"--musingly.
"Shall you expose me, sir?"--persistently.
"No, lad. I should not want it to get about that a former officer of mine could possibly make such an a.s.s of himself. You have slept all night in jail, you have groomed horses, you have worn a livery which no gentleman with any self-respect would wear, and all to no purpose whatever. Why, in the name of the infernal regions, didn't you meet her in a formal way? There would have been plenty of opportunities."
Warburton shrugged; so did the colonel, who stood up and shook the wrinkles from his trousers.
"Shall you be long in Was.h.i.+ngton, sir?" asked Warburton, politely.
"In a hurry to get rid of me, eh?"--with a grim smile. "Well, perhaps in a few days."
"Good night."
The colonel stopped at the threshold, and his face melted suddenly into a warm, humorous smile. He stretched out a hand which Warburton grasped most gratefully. His colonel had been playing with him.
"Come back to the Army, lad; the East is no place for a man of your kidney. Sc.r.a.pe up a commission, and I'll see to it that you get back into the regiment. Life is real out in the great West. People smile too much here; they don't laugh often enough. Smiles have a hundred meanings, laughter but one. Smiles are the hiding places for lies, and sneers, and mockeries, and scandals. Come back to the West; we all want you, the service and I. When I saw you this afternoon I knew you instantly, only I was worried as to what devilment you were up to. Win this girl, if you can; she's worth any kind of struggle, G.o.d bless her!
Win her and bring her out West, too."
Warburton wrung the hand in his till the old fellow signified that his fingers were beginning to ache.
"Do you suppose she suspects anything?" ventured Warburton.
"No. She may be a trifle puzzled, though. I saw her watching your hands at the table. She has eyes and can readily see that such hands as yours were never made to carry soup-plates. For the life of me, I had a time of it, swallowing my laughter. I longed for a vacant lot to yell in. It would have been a positive relief. The fop of Troop A peddling soup!
Oh, I shall have to tell the boys. You used more pipe-clay than any other man in the regiment. Don't scowl. Never mind; you've had your joke; I must have mine. Don't let that Russian fellow get the inside track. Keep her on American soil. I like him and I don't like him; and for all your tomfoolery and mischief, there is good stuff in you--stuff that any woman might be proud of. If you hadn't adopted this disguise, I could have helped you out a bit by cracking up some of your exploits.
Well, they will be inquiring for me. Good night and good luck. If you should need me, a note will find me at the Army and Navy Club." And the genial old warrior, shaking with silent laughter, went back to the house.
Warburton remained standing. He was lost in a dream. All at once he pressed the rose to his lips and kissed it shamelessly, kissed it uncountable times. Two or three leaves, not withstanding this violent treatment, fluttered to the floor. He picked them up: any one of those velvet leaves might have been the recipient of _her_ kisses, the rosary of love. He was in love, such a love that comes but once to any man, not pa.s.sing, uncertain, but lasting. He knew that it was all useless.
He had digged with his own hands the abyss between himself and this girl. But there was a secret gladness: to love was something. (For my part, I believe that the glory lies, not in being loved, but in loving.)
I do not know how long he stood there, but it must have been at least ten minutes. Then the door opened, and Monsieur Pierre lurched or rolled (I can't quite explain or describe the method of his entrance) into the room, his face red with anger, and a million thousand thunders on the tip of his Gallic tongue.
"So! You haf leaf _me_ to clear zee table, eh? Not by a d.a.m.n! _I_, clear zee table? _I?_ I t'ink not. I _cook_, nozzing else. To zee dining-room, or I haf you discharge'!"
"All right, Peter, old boy!" cried Warburton, the gloom lifting from his face. This Pierre was a very funny fellow.
"Pe_taire!_ You haf zee insolence to call me Pe_taire?_ Why, I haf you keeked out in zee morning, lackey!"
"Cook!"--mockingly.
Pierre was literally dumfounded. Such disrespect he had never before witnessed. It was frightful. He opened his mouth to issue a volley of French oaths, when Zhames's hand stopped him.
"Look here, Peter, you broil your partridges and flavor your soups, but keep out of the stables, or, in your own words, I _keel_ you or _keek_ you out. You tell the scullery maid to clear off the table. I'm off duty for the rest of the night. Now, then, _allons! Marche!"_
And M'sieu Zhames gently but firmly and steadily pushed the scandalized Pierre out of the room and closed the door in his face. I shan't repeat what Pierre said, much less what he thought.
Let me read a thought from the mind of each of my princ.i.p.als, the final thought before retiring that night.
_Karloff_ (on leaving Mrs. Chadwick): Dishonor against dishonor; so it must be. I can not live without that girl.
_Mrs. Chadwick:_ (when Karloff had gone); He has lost, but I have not won.
_Annesley:_ So one step leads to another, and the labyrinth of dishonor has no end.
_The Colonel:_ What the deuce will love put next into the young mind?
_Pierre_ (to Celeste): I haf heem discharge'!
_Celeste_ (to Pierre): He ees handsome!
_Warburton_ (sighing in the _doloroso_): How I love her!
_The Girl_ (standing before her mirror and smiling happily): Oh, Mister Butler! Why?
XX
THE EPISODE OF THE STOVE-PIPE
In the morning Monsieur Pierre faithfully reported to his mistress the groom's extraordinary insolence and impudence of the night before. The girl struggled with and conquered her desire to laugh; for monsieur was somewhat grotesque in his rage.
"Frightful, Mademoiselle, most frightful! He call me Pe_taire_ most disrrrespectful way, and eject me from zee stables. I can not call heem out; he ees a groom and knows nozzing uf zee _amende honorable._"
Mademoiselle summoned M'sieu Zhames. She desired to make the comedy complete in all its phases.
"James, whenever you are called upon to act in the capacity of butler, you must clear the table after the guests leave it. This is imperative.
I do not wish the scullery girl to handle the porcelain save in the tubs. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss. There were no orders to that effect last night, however."
He was angry.
Monsieur Pierre puffed up like the lady-frog in Aesop's fables,
"And listen, Pierre," she said, collapsing the bubble of the chef's conceit, "you must give no orders to James. I will do that. I do not wish any tale-bearing or quarreling among my servants. I insist upon this. Observe me carefully, Pierre, and you, James."
James _did_ observe her carefully, so carefully, indeed, that her gaze was forced to wander to the humiliated countenance of Monsieur Pierre.
"James, you must not look at me like that. There is something in your eyes; I can't explain what it is, but it somehow lacks the respect due me." This command was spoken coldly and sharply.
"Respect?" He drew back a step. "I disrespectful to you, Miss Annesley?
Oh, you wrong me. There can not be any one more respectful to you than I am." The sincerity of his tones could not be denied. In fact, he was almost too sincere.
"Nevertheless, I wish you to regard what I have said. Now, you two shake hands."