It was not till she saw him actually standing there before her with hishair rumpled and a large smut on the tip of his nose, that Sally reallyunderstood how profoundly troubled she had been about this young man,and how vivid had been that vision of him bobbing about on the watersof the Thames, a cold and unappreciated corpse. She was a girl of keenimagination, and she had allowed her imagination to riot unchecked.Astonishment, therefore, at the extraordinary fact of his being therewas for the moment thrust aside by relief. Never before in her life hadshe experienced such an overwhelming rush of exhilaration. She flungherself into a chair and burst into a screech of laughter which even toher own ears sounded strange. It struck Ginger as hysterical.
"I say, you know!" said Ginger, as the merriment showed no signs ofabating. Ginger was concerned. Nasty shock for a girl, finding blightersunder her bed.
Sally sat up, gurgling, and wiped her eyes.
"Oh, I am glad to see you," she gasped.
"No, really?" said Ginger, gratified. "That's fine." It occurred to himthat some sort of apology would be a graceful act. "I say, you know,awfully sorry. About barging in here, I mean. Never dreamed it was yourroom. Unoccupied, I thought."
"Don't mention it. I ought not to have disturbed you. You were having anice sleep, of course. Do you always sleep on the floor?"
"It was like this..."
"Of course, if you're wearing it for ornament, as a sort ofbeauty-spot," said Sally, "all right. But in case you don't know, you'vea smut on your nose."
"Oh, my aunt! Not really?"
"Now would I deceive you on an important point like that?"
"Do you mind if I have a look in the glass?"
"Certainly, if you can stand it."
Ginger moved hurriedly to the dressing-table.
"You're perfectly right," he announced, applying his handkerchief.
"I thought I was. I'm very quick at noticing things."
"My hair's a bit rumpled, too."
"Very much so."
"You take my tip," said Ginger, earnestly, "and never lie about underbeds. There's nothing in it."
"That reminds me. You won't be offended if I asked you something?"
"No, no. Go ahead."
"It's rather an impertinent question. You may resent it."
"No, no."
"Well, then, what were you doing under my bed?"
"Oh, under your bed?"
"Yes. Under my bed. This. It's a bed, you know. Mine. My bed. You wereunder it. Why? Or putting it another way, why were you under my bed?"
"I was hiding."
"Playing hide-and-seek? That explains it."
"Mrs. What's-her-name--Beecher--Meecher--was after me."
Sally shook her head disapprovingly.
"You mustn't encourage Mrs. Meecher in these childish pastimes. Itunsettles her."
Ginger passed an agitated hand over his forehead.
"It's like this..."
"I hate to keep criticizing your appearance," said Sally, "andpersonally I like it; but, when you clutched your brow just then, youput about a pound of dust on it. Your hands are probably grubby."
Ginger inspected them.
"They are!"
"Why not make a really good job of it and have a wash?"
"Do you mind?"
"I'd prefer it."
"Thanks awfully. I mean to say it's your basin, you know, and all that.What I mean is, seem to be making myself pretty well at home."
"Oh, no."
"Touching the matter of soap..."
"Use mine. We Americans are famous for our hospitality."
"Thanks awfully."
"The towel is on your right."
"Thanks awfully."
"And I've a clothes brush in my bag."
"Thanks awfully."
Splashing followed like a sea-lion taking a dip. "Now, then," saidSally, "why were you hiding from Mrs. Meecher?"
A careworn, almost hunted look came into Ginger's face. "I say, youknow, that woman is rather by way of being one of the lads, what! Scaresme! Word was brought that she was on the prowl, so it seemed to me ajudicious move to take cover till she sort of blew over. If she'd foundme, she'd have made me take that dog of hers for a walk."
"Toto?"
"Toto. You know," said Ginger, with a strong sense of injury, "no dog'sgot a right to be a dog like that. I don't suppose there's anyonekeener on dogs than I am, but a thing like a woolly rat." He shudderedslightly. "Well, one hates to be seen about with it in the publicstreets."
"Why couldn't you have refused in a firm but gentlemanly manner to takeToto out?"
"Ah! There you rather touch the spot. You see, the fact of the matteris, I'm a bit behind with the rent, and that makes it rather hard totake what you might call a firm stand."
"But how can you be behind with the rent? I only left here the Saturdaybefore last and you weren't in the place then. You can't have been heremore than a week."
"I've been here just a week. That's the week I'm behind with."
"But why? You were a millionaire when I left you at Roville."
"Well, the fact of the matter is, I went back to the tables that nightand lost a goodish bit of what I'd won. And, somehow or another, when Igot to America, the stuff seemed to slip away."
"What made you come to America at all?" said Sally, asking the questionwhich, she felt, any sensible person would have asked at the opening ofthe conversation.
One of his familiar blushes raced over Ginger's face. "Oh, I thought Iwould. Land of opportunity, you know."
"Have you managed to find any of the opportunities yet?"
"Well, I have got a job of sorts, I'm a waiter at a rummy little placeon Second Avenue. The salary isn't big, but I'd have wangled enough outof it to pay last week's rent, only they docked me a goodish bit forbreaking plates and what not. The fact is, I'm making rather a hash ofit."
"Oh, Ginger! You oughtn't to be a waiter!"
"That's what the boss seems to think."
"I mean, you ought to be doing something ever so much better."
"But what? You've no notion how well all these blighters here seem tobe able to get along without my help. I've tramped all over the place,offering my services, but they all say they'll try to carry on as theyare."
Sally reflected.
"I know!"
"What?"
"I'll make Fillmore give you a job. I wonder I didn't think of itbefore."
"Fillmore?"
"My brother. Yes, he'll be able to use you."
"What as?"
Sally considered.
"As a--as a--oh, as his right-hand man."
"Does he want a right-hand man?"
"Sure to. He's a young fellow trying to get along. Sure to want aright-hand man."
"'M yes," said Ginger reflectively. "Of course, I've never been aright-hand man, you know."
"Oh, you'd pick it up. I'll take you round to him now. He's staying atthe Astor."
"There's just one thing," said Ginger.
"What's that?"
"I might make a hash of it."
"Heavens, Ginger! There must be something in this world that youwouldn't make a hash of. Don't stand arguing any longer. Are you dry?and clean? Very well, then. Let's be off."
"Right ho."
Ginger took a step towards the door, then paused, rigid, with one leg inthe air, as though some spell had been cast upon him. From the passageoutside there had sounded a shrill yapping. Ginger looked at Sally. Thenhe looked--longingly--at the bed.
"Don't be such a coward," said Sally, severely.
"Yes, but..."
"How much do you owe Mrs. Meecher?"
"Round about twelve dollars, I think it is."
"I'll pay her."
Ginger flushed awkwardly.
"No, I'm hanged if you will! I mean," he stammered, "it's frightfullygood of you and all that, and I can't tell you how grateful I am, buthonestly, I couldn't..."
Sally did not press the point. She liked him the bet
ter for a ruggedindependence, which in the days of his impecuniousness her brotherFillmore had never dreamed of exhibiting.
"Very well," she said. "Have it your own way. Proud. That's me all over,Mabel. Ginger!" She broke off sharply. "Pull yourself together. Where isyour manly spirit? I'd be ashamed to be such a coward."
"Awfully sorry, but, honestly, that woolly dog..."
"Never mind the dog. I'll see you through."
They came out into the passage almost on top of Toto, who was stalkingphantom rats. Mrs. Meecher was manoeuvring in the background. Her facelit up grimly at the sight of Ginger.
"Mister Kemp! I been looking for you."
Sally intervened brightly.
"Oh, Mrs. Meecher," she said, shepherding her young charge through thedanger zone, "I was so surprised to meet Mr. Kemp here. He is a greatfriend of mine. We met in France. We're going off now to have a longtalk about old times, and then I'm taking him to see my brother..."
"Toto..."
"Dear little thing! You ought to take him for a walk," said Sally. "It'sa lovely day. Mr. Kemp was saying just now that he would have liked totake him, but we're rather in a hurry and shall probably have to getinto a taxi. You've no idea how busy my brother is just now. If we'relate, he'll never forgive us."
She passed on down the stairs, leaving Mrs. Meecher dissatisfiedbut irresolute. There was something about Sally which even in herpre-wealthy days had always baffled Mrs. Meecher and cramped her style,and now that she was rich and independent she inspired in the chatelaineof the boarding-house an emotion which was almost awe. The front doorhad closed before Mrs. Meecher had collected her faculties; and Ginger,pausing on the sidewalk, drew a long breath.
"You know, you're wonderful!" he said, regarding Sally with unconcealedadmiration.
She accepted the compliment composedly.
"Now we'll go and hunt up Fillmore," she said. "But there's no need tohurry, of course, really. We'll go for a walk first, and then call atthe Astor and make him give us lunch. I want to hear all about you. I'veheard something already. I met your cousin, Mr. Carmyle. He was on thetrain coming from Detroit. Did you know that he was in America?"
"No, I've--er--rather lost touch with the Family."
"So I gathered from Mr. Carmyle. And I feel hideously responsible. Itwas all through me that all this happened."
"Oh, no."
"Of course it was. I made you what you are to-day--I hope I'msatisfied--I dragged and dragged you down until the soul within youdied, so to speak. I know perfectly well that you wouldn't have dreamedof savaging the Family as you seem to have done if it hadn't been forwhat I said to you at Roville. Ginger, tell me, what did happen? I'mdying to know. Mr. Carmyle said you insulted your uncle!"
"Donald. Yes, we did have a bit of a scrap, as a matter of fact. He mademe go out to dinner with him and we--er--sort of disagreed. To startwith, he wanted me to apologize to old Scrymgeour, and I rather gave ita miss."
"Noble fellow!"
"Scrymgeour?"
"No, silly! You."
"Oh, ah!" Ginger blushed. "And then there was all that about the soup,you know."
"How do you mean, 'all that about the soup'? What about the soup? Whatsoup?"
"Well, things sort of hotted up a bit when the soup arrived."
"I don't understand."
"I mean, the trouble seemed to start, as it were, when the waiter hadfinished ladling out the mulligatawny. Thick soup, you know."
"I know mulligatawny is a thick soup. Yes?"
"Well, my old uncle--I'm not blaming him, don't you know--more hismisfortune than his fault--I can see that now--but he's got a heavymoustache. Like a walrus, rather, and he's a bit apt to inhale the stuffthrough it. And I--well, I asked him not to. It was just a suggestion,you know. He cut up fairly rough, and by the time the fish came roundwe were more or less down on the mat chewing holes in one another. Myfault, probably. I wasn't feeling particularly well-disposed towardsthe Family that night. I'd just had a talk with Bruce--my cousin, youknow--in Piccadilly, and that had rather got the wind up me. Brucealways seems to get on my nerves a bit somehow and--Uncle Donald askingme to dinner and all that. By the way, did you get the books?"
"What books?"
"Bruce said he wanted to send you some books. That was why I gave himyour address." Sally stared.
"He never sent me any books."
"Well, he said he was going to, and I had to tell him where to sendthem."
Sally walked on, a little thoughtfully. She was not a vain girl, but itwas impossible not to perceive in the light of this fresh evidence thatMr. Carmyle had made a journey of three thousand miles with the soleobject of renewing his acquaintance with her. It did not matter, ofcourse, but it was vaguely disturbing. No girl cares to be dogged by aman she rather dislikes.
"Go on telling me about your uncle," she said.
"Well, there's not much more to tell. I'd happened to get that wirelessof yours just before I started out to dinner with him, and I was more orless feeling that I wasn't going to stand any rot from the Family. I'dgot to the fish course, hadn't I? Well, we managed to get through thatsomehow, but we didn't survive the fillet steak. One thing seemed tolead to another, and the show sort of bust up. He called me a good manythings, and I got a bit fed-up, and finally I told him I hadn't any moreuse for the Family and was going to start out on my own. And--well, Idid, don't you know. And here I am."
Sally listened to this saga breathlessly. More than ever did she feelresponsible for her young protege, and any faint qualms which she hadentertained as to the wisdom of transferring practically the wholeof her patrimony to the care of so erratic a financier as her brothervanished. It was her plain duty to see that Ginger was started well inthe race of life, and Fillmore was going to come in uncommonly handy.
"We'll go to the Astor now," she said, "and I'll introduce you toFillmore. He's a theatrical manager and he's sure to have something foryou."
"It's awfully good of you to bother about me."
"Ginger," said Sally, "I regard you as a grandson. Hail that cab, willyou?"
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