There was no sympathy forthcoming for Hope's nervousness; on the contrary, she was made to feel that it was her duty to overcome any such feeling, and to do her best for the sake of the family. Happy girl! her chance had come, while others were still waiting their turn; it was they who were in need of pity, not one to whom a longed-for opportunity had been given. Hope listened, a.s.sented, and let no further word of dread pa.s.s her lips. In truth, after the first shock was over, she forgot everything but one absorbing question--would Ralph be at Mrs Welsby's party? Would she be able to speak to him? Would his face lighten at the sight of her, as it had done during that happy fortnight at The Shanty? At one moment she longed pa.s.sionately to meet him; at the next she almost wished him absent, since it would be doubly difficult to be natural and unconstrained beneath his scrutiny.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

MEETING AND PARTING.

And so the weeks went by, and the eventful evening came round at last.

Hope attired herself in the white dress in which she looked charming enough to enrapture any audience, seated herself in a cab, and drove away through the crowded streets, a poor little trembling Columbus going forth to discover new worlds! At Belgrave Square an awning was erected over the doorway, a babel of noise filled the air, and the big rooms were crowded with dainty little forms dancing about on long white legs, and groups of boys in Eton jackets standing by themselves and looking bored and superior. Mrs Welsby rustled forward to meet Hope with a glance and a smile, which made the girl's heart leap with painful remembrance, and seemed unfeignedly rejoiced at her arrival.

"Oh, Miss Charrington, so charmed to see you! We have been playing games for an hour, and I am quite exhausted. What exacting little wretches they are! I will take them into the drawing-room and get them seated; and will you begin at once, please? I have really come to the end of my resources."

She was so smiling and friendly that Hope's shyness disappeared on the spot, and she helped to marshal the children to their seats, and took her stand on the little platform by the piano as the last few rows of chairs were being filled. A hasty glance around had discovered no sign of Mr Merrilies; but his absence, bitter disappointment though it was, brought an increase of self-confidence for the task ahead. Experience in the mission-rooms had shown that not a moment must be lost in engaging wandering attention, so no sooner had the last little white frock taken her seat than she clapped her hands to call for silence, and looking smilingly around, began her story:

"Once upon a very long time ago there lived a king and queen, who had the most beautiful little princess daughter that was ever seen. Her true name was Marie Theresa Louisa Alberta Maud Victoria Patricia Josephine, but as it was a very busy country, where the people were always going to war and having discussions among themselves, no one had time to call her by so many names, except on Sundays and bank holidays and Christmas Day. On ordinary working days she was called Princess Chrystal, because her eyes were so clear and sparkling and her laugh like a chime of bells. She had seven fairy G.o.dmothers, and they all came to her christening, and brought her the most wonderful presents you can imagine. I am going to sing you a song which tells all about the G.o.dmothers and their presents, and I want you to listen very carefully to the first verse, and to join in the chorus when I hold up my hand."

She stepped down from the platform to seat herself at the piano, and even the superior gentlemen in Eton jackets were obliged to join in with the rest when they discovered that the words were set to the well-known rollicking tune of "Seven Little n.i.g.g.e.r Boys." Though the story began in the orthodox fashion, its development was decidedly original, and the numerous songs and choruses prevented attention from wandering. When it came to the turn of the Giant with his "Fe-fo-fum," the boys in the back rows stamped with their feet to emphasise the words, and it was the prettiest thing in the world to see Hope shaking with laughter even as she sang, and nodding encouragement with her golden head.

"Pretty dear!" said the hostess to some one who stood well back in the shadow of the doorway. "How _blase_ you men are! The idea of describing her to me in that callous manner! I could sit and look at her all night."

"Very pleasant for you; but, if I might make a suggestion, this must be tiring work for her. When Princess Chrystal is safely married I'll take her downstairs and administer refreshment. As I suggested this entertainment, I am anxious to hear how it is catching on, and I haven't seen her since she left The Shanty."

Mrs Welsby looked up keenly, but the dark face beside her was as inscrutable as ever. It was not like Ralph to trouble himself about a girl, still less to volunteer excuses for his actions, and she watched curiously to see the meeting between the pair at the conclusion of the story-telling.

"You!" cried Hope, in astonishment, as she made her way past the applauding children and came out into the refreshing coolness of the hall. She stood still, looking at him with wide, startled eyes. "I never saw you. I thought you were not here."

"I kept out of sight on purpose, in case it might make you nervous to see some one whom you knew. Now, will you come downstairs and let me get you some refreshment after your arduous labours! I am sure you must need it."

Hope looked round with uncertain glance. "I--I think I do, but will it be right? Do you think I _ought_?"

"Right! Ought! Miss Charrington, what do you mean? Take my arm now, at any rate, and explain when you are comfortably seated. A matter of conscience cannot be discussed in this deafening noise. There is a grandfather's chair in the corner of the dining-room, which I can confidently recommend."

It was like a revival of old times to be waited upon with such care and consideration, and being ordered not to speak a word until she had been fed and rested. Hope sipped her wine and ate sandwiches in a dream of happiness. Mr Merrilies had not forgotten her question, however, and presently she found herself called upon for an explanation.

"I'm so new to this business that I don't quite know 'my place,'" she said, smiling at him in mischievous fashion. "Last Tuesday I had my first social engagement. I arrived at the hour appointed, and found that the children were dancing, and that a conjurer was engaged as well as myself. We waited our turn together, the conjurer and I, in a dreary little room, with a dreary little gas fire that sent all its warmth up the chimney. We waited nearly an hour and no one came near us, and it was very cold. We talked and talked, and he showed me tricks to keep up my spirits, for he saw how nervous I was."

Reggie Blake would have said, "Happy conjurer!" but Ralph Merrilies was not given to compliments. He knitted his brows and inquired brusquely:

"What sort of a fellow was he? A decent sort?"

"At first I thought he was detestable. He was not, to put it mildly, _quite_ a gentleman, and he was very familiar. I was stiff and haughty for a few minutes, and then I began to reflect that, after all, we were in the same position, trying to earn our living, and that if I snubbed him I should be as great a sn.o.b as the woman who had cared so little for our comfort. I was quite nice after that, and he really was a dear little vulgar thing. He had an invalid wife at home--and he spoke so tenderly of her--and two little conjurer boys who knew his tricks almost as well as he did himself, and a delicate daughter, for whom I have plans in the future. We exchanged addresses, and he volunteered to find me engagements, and thought we might do a very good 'j'int business.'"

Hope laughed at the remembrance, but Ralph frowned more fiercely than before, and bending forward with his chin supported on his hands, stared fixedly at her face.

"I hate to hear of your having such experiences--of your having to work at all. I wish I had never suggested it. Do you mean to say you _enjoy_ it yourself?"

"I enjoy it very much when I am well started, and see all the dear little faces looking at me; but I hate it beforehand, and am, oh, so frightened and nervous! And I love getting the money. I paid a coal-bill yesterday with my very own earnings, and I never enjoyed anything more in all my life!"

He pressed his lips together and was silent, and when he spoke again it was to start an entirely new subject.

"How are you going home to-night?"

"In a four-wheeler. I shall get the man to whistle for one presently."

"Alone?"

"Of course. I am a working woman, Mr Merrilies; I have to take care of myself."

"Well, there is no need to-night, at any rate. I shall go with you and see you safely home. If you won't let me come inside, I shall sit on the box. It is for you to decide."

The pale, disconcerted glance which the girl turned on him in reply would have depressed a more confident lover than himself; for the suggestion had awakened Hope to the danger of her position, and filled her tender conscience with dread lest she had already been disloyal to her vow. How much she would have enjoyed the prolonged _tete-a-tete_ can be well imagined, but there were half-a-dozen reasons which made it unadvisable. Mrs Welsby would naturally prefer her brother to remain until the end of the evening; it would be discourteous to accept his escort and still refuse an invitation to the flat; yet such an invitation once granted might mean unlimited suffering in the future!

Hope was still hesitating over a reply, when a reprieve came in the shape of a summons from her hostess, who beckoned to her brother from the doorway, and cried pleadingly, "Ralph, can you possibly go upstairs?

The conjurer wants to begin, and the children are scrambling over the chairs in the most hopeless fashion. Do go to the rescue, like a good fellow."

The "good fellow's" expression was the reverse of amiable as he prepared to obey. A low "I'll see you later, then; that is settled," reached Hope's ears; then Mrs Welsby rustled forward and took possession of the vacant seat.

In the five minutes' conversation which followed Mrs Welsby was all that was gracious and charming, but Hope had an uncomfortable conviction that she was not altogether pleased with the _tete-a-tete_ which she had interrupted, and that she herself was being very closely scrutinised.

And then came an unexpected blow. After the usual compliments, and a promise to recommend the entertainment to her friends, Mrs Welsby said blandly:

"And now we must not detain you any longer. You look tired, and must be longing to rest. I am going to ask you to do me a favour--to take charge of a little girl who is crying to go home, and who will not be sent for for another hour. It would not be much out of your way, and you would be in time to stop the carriage from coming. I will send for your cloak, and John shall whistle for a four-wheeler."

Poor Hope--poor, miserable, deluded Hope! A minute before she had been so wise, so prudent, so satisfied that she preferred to decline Ralph's offer; but now that escape was made easy, a wave of bitter disappointment, of wild, incredulous rebellion, took the place of the former calm. She searched desperately for an excuse, an evasion, but short of confessing the previous engagement, there was nothing to be said. Theo would have been equal to the occasion; Madge would even have enjoyed it; but Hope found herself murmuring polite acquiescence, and five minutes later was driving away from the door, as miserable a young woman as could be found in the length and breadth of London. The little girl was still crying weakly; the big girl hugged her and cried in sympathy. "He will think I did it on purpose," she sobbed to herself.

"He will never want to speak to me again."

Ten minutes later Ralph Merrilies asked his sister the whereabouts of Miss Charrington, for whom he had been searching in vain. "She has gone home," was the calm reply: "drove off in a cab directly after you went upstairs."

The glance which accompanied the reply was keenly observant; for, though Mrs Welsby was less worldly-minded than most women of her cla.s.s, it did not coincide with her plans that her brother should fall in love with a girl who was working for her living. She wondered if he would show signs of disappointment; but Ralph had his feelings well under control, and gave no visible signs of the blow which her words had inflicted.

"The second time!" he said sternly to himself. "The second rebuff.

That ought to be enough for any fellow. Poor little girl, her life is hard enough as it is. I'm a brute if I worry her any longer."

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

SHADOWS AHEAD.

A year after the Charringtons had taken possession of their flat, the girls sat in conclave and reviewed the situation. Philippa "submitted"

her accounts with the usual unpleasant results; for those who had nothing to do with the management were horrified at their amount, groaned over the total sum, and wondered "how it had gone," until the goaded housekeeper was fain to turn the tables and inquire into the doings of her critics. That brought them quickly enough to their knees, for in truth the report was far from rose-coloured.

"I have made a decided improvement," said Theo dryly. "My ma.n.u.scripts are now refused with a written acknowledgment instead of a printed slip.

In two cases I have even been asked to submit further efforts. I worked for nearly a month on one story for Mr Hammond, and he said it was 'crude.' I wrote another in one afternoon, and he said it was 'charming, but not suitable for his magazine.' I have sent it to three other editors since then, and the unanimity of opinion is most impressive. I gathered together all my rejected addresses and offered them to a publisher. He said that volumes of short stories had been overdone, and that--except in a few exceptional cases--they were not publishing any more. I was determined to earn money _somehow_, so I turned to children's stories and paragraphs for penny papers. I get a sovereign each for the stories, and five shillings a page for the paragraphs. I wrote an article on 'Advice to Young Authors,' and it was accepted on its first journey. I also perpetrated a penny novelette, with detailed descriptions of the heroine's frocks, and an earl for hero. The editor accepted it, and corrected my English according to his lights. I _cringed_ over the printed copy, and blushed to my ears.

Altogether I have ama.s.sed seventeen pounds--minus, of course, my expenses and the fortune expended on stamps!"

"I wish I had done as well," said Hope sadly. She was as pretty as ever, but her face was thinner and the mischievous dimples came more rarely into sight. "I had eight 'social engagements' during the Christmas holidays, for four of which I have to thank my friend the conjurer. Then my market was practically closed for another year.

Minnie Caldecott sang my song at Aunt Loftus's reception, and again at the Welsby's, and the publisher printed it 'as sung by Miss Minnie Caldecott,' just as I wished. They would not pay anything down, but promised a royalty if the sales exceeded five hundred. Last time I inquired they had sold forty-eight copies. Oh dear! I got some transposing and copying to do, which paid rather better than making matches. I swallowed mountains of pride and prejudice and advertised myself as an instructor of youth--the one thing I had always vowed I would not do--and I have one pupil with warts on her fingers, who snores all the while she is torturing the 'Village Blacksmith.' I--I always thought I was amiable before, but I have felt--I've felt _murderous_ to that child! I have earned nineteen pounds, Philippa, spent five on my dress, three on my cloak, over two on cabs and gloves; grand total for a year's effort--ten pounds sterling!"

"I've not made a cent, but I've done my best, and saints can do no more," cried Madge breezily. "I designed Christmas-cards and composed sensible verses to be printed on them; not the--