The Enchanted April eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about The Enchanted April.

The Enchanted April eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about The Enchanted April.
and another for another.  The affairs of the Droitwiches must have many branches.  He had also heard—­for it was, he considered, part of his business to hear, and having heard to remember—­of the beauty of their only daughter.  Even if the Droitwiches themselves did not need his services, their daughter might.  Beauty led one into strange situations; advice could never come amiss.  And should none of them, neither parents nor daughter nor any of their brilliant sons, need him in his professional capacity, it yet was obviously a most valuable acquaintance to make.  It opened up vistas.  It swelled with possibilities.  He might go on living in Hampstead for years, and not again come across such another chance.

Directly his wife’s letter reached him he telegraphed and packed.  This was business.  He was not a man to lose time when it came to business; nor was he a man to jeopardize a chance by neglecting to be amiable.  He met his wife perfectly amiably, aware that amiability under such circumstances was wisdom.  Besides, he actually felt amiable—­very.  For once, Lotty was really helping him.  He kissed her affectionately on getting out of Beppo’s fly, and was afraid she must have got up extremely early; he made no complaints of the steepness of the walk up; he told her pleasantly of his journey, and when called upon, obediently admired the views.  It was all neatly mapped out in his mind, what he was going to do that first day—­have a shave, have a bath, put on clean clothes, sleep a while, and then would come lunch and the introduction to Lady Caroline.

In the train he had selected the words of his greeting, going over them with care—­some slight expression of his gratification in meeting one of whom he, in common with the whole world, had heard—­but of course put delicately, very delicately; some slight reference to her distinguished parents and the part her family had played in the history of England—­made, of course, with proper tact; a sentence or two about her eldest brother Lord Winchcombe, who had won his V.C. in the late war under circumstances which could only cause—­he might or might not add this—­every Englishman’s heart to beat higher than ever with pride, and the first steps towards what might well be the turning-point in his career would have been taken.

And here he was . . . no, it was too terrible, what could be more terrible?  Only a towel on, water running off his legs, and that exclamation.  He knew at once the lady was Lady Caroline—­the minute the exclamation was out he knew it.  Rarely did Mr. Wilkins use that word, and never, never in the presence of a lady or a client.  While as for the towel—­why had he come?  Why had he not stayed in Hampstead?  It would be impossible to live this down.

But Mr. Wilkins was reckoning without Scrap.  She, indeed, screwed up her face at the first flash of him on her astonished sight in an enormous effort not to laugh, and having choked the laughter down and got her face serious again, she said as composedly as if he had had all his clothes on, “How do you do.”

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