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"I say, what's that you're darning?" he said quickly.
"It's a sock," said Pollyooly.
"It looks more like a sack than a sock. Whose sock is it?" said Mr.
Reginald b.u.t.terwick; and there was a faint note of anxiety in his tone.
"It's Mr. Vance's sock," said Pollyooly; and with gentle pride she held it up in a fashion to display its full proportions.
Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick took two or three nervous steps to the right, looking askance at the sock as he moved. It was not really as large as a sack.
"Big man, your guv'ner? Eh?" he said in a finely careless tone.
"I should think he was!" cried Pollyooly with enthusiasm.
Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick looked still more earnestly at the sock and said:
"One of those tall lanky chaps--eh?"
"He's tall, but he isn't lanky--not a bit," said Pollyooly quickly.
"He's tremendously big--broad and thick as well as tall, you know.
He's more like a giant than a man."
"Oh, I know those giants--flabby--flabby," said Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick; and he laughed a short, scoffing laugh which rang uneasy.
"He's not flabby!" cried Pollyooly indignantly. "He's tremendously strong. Why--why--when he heard you were coming he smashed that chair and kicked it into the corner just because he was annoyed."
Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick looked at the smallish fragments of the chair in the corner; and his face became the face of a quiet, respectable clerk.
"He did, did he?" he said coldly.
"Yes, and he wanted to tear you limb from limb. He said so," said Pollyooly.
"That's a game two can play at," said Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick; but his tone lacked conviction.
"Oh, he'd do it--quite easily," said Pollyooly confidently.
Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick stared at her and then at the sock. He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again. Then he whistled a short, defiant whistle which went out of tune toward the end. Then he walked the length of the studio and back. Then he stopped and said to Pollyooly very fiercely:
"Do you think I've got nothing else to do but wait here all the afternoon for your precious guv'ner to come home to tea?"
"I don't know," said Pollyooly politely.
"Well, I have--plenty," said Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick savagely.
Pollyooly said nothing.
"And what's more, I'm going to do it!" said Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick yet more savagely; and he strode firmly to the door. On the threshold he paused and added: "But you tell your guv'ner from me--Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick--that he hasn't seen the last of me--not by a long chalk.
One of these fine nights when he's messing round with--well, you tell him what I've told you--that's all. He'll know."
With that he pa.s.sed through the door and banged it heavily behind him.
The front door was larger and heavier, so that he was able to bang it more loudly still.
CHAPTER IV
THE d.u.c.h.eSS HAS AN IDEA
Pollyooly heaved a sigh as the studio trembled to the shock of the banged front door, a sigh chiefly of relief, but tinged also with a faint regret that she had not seen Mr. Reginald b.u.t.terwick torn limb from limb. She knew that she would not really have enjoyed the sight; and the mess in the cleaned studio would have been exceedingly annoying; but there were primitive depths in her heart, and somewhere in them was the regret that she had missed the thrilling spectacle.
The studio still quivered to the bang, the sigh still trembled on Pollyooly's lip, when the bedroom door opened, and Hilary Vance came forth with an immense scowl on his s.p.a.cious face and said fiercely:
"So the scoundrel's gone, has he?"
"Yes. When I told him how big you were, he didn't seem so eager to fight. And he went away," said Pollyooly quickly. "But he told me to tell you that you hadn't seen the last of him--not by a long chalk."
Her host's scowl lightened a little; there was almost a faint satisfaction on his face as he said:
"So he fears my rivalry still, does he?" Then his face grew gloomier than ever; and he added: "There's no need. I am not one to sit at the feet of a tarnished ideal. There will be a gap--there is a gap--but I have done with HER for good and all. I have--done--with--HER."
He had drawn himself up to utter the last words with a splendid air; then he said sadly:
"I think I should like my tea."
"I'll get it at once," said Pollyooly cheerfully.
She was not long about it. Hilary Vance took the Lump on his knee, gave him a lump of sugar, poured out the tea, and began to drink it with an air of gloomy resignation.
Presently he patted the Lump's bright red curls and said:
"Let this be a warning to you, red cherub, never to trust a woman--never as long as you live."
The Lump grunted peacefully.
"He's too young to understand, or it wouldn't be right to teach him such a thing as that," said Pollyooly in a tone of disapproval.
"Not right?" cried Hilary Vance stormily. "But you've seen for yourself! You've seen how that girl led me on to squander the treasure of a splendid pa.s.sion on her unresponsive spirit while, all the time, she was abasing herself before a miserable, preposterous scoundrel like that ruffian b.u.t.terwick."
"He was rather small," said Pollyooly thoughtfully. "But I daresay he'd make her a good husband. He looked quite respectable."
"A good husband!" cried Hilary Vance with a dreadful sneer.
"But I expect she'll lead him a life. She looked like it," said Pollyooly, thoughtfully pursuing the subject.
"Serve him right!" cried Hilary Vance with terrible scorn. "He has learnt her treachery to me; and if he marries her after that, he deserves all he gets. If she betrays my trust, she'll betray his."
Pollyooly was silent, considering the matter. Then, summing it up, she said with conviction: