Chapter 60
"But I never told you I was at school," exclaimed Michael, somewhat aghast.
"I know you didn't, and you never told me that you weren't eighteen yet."
"I am in a month or two," said Michael. "But, good Lord, who have you been talking to?"
"Ah, that's the greatest secret in the world," laughed Lily.
"Oh, no, do tell me."
"Well, I know a boy called Drake who knows you."
"That beast!" cried Michael.
"I think he's quite a nice boy. He lives next door to us and----"
Michael kicked angrily the dead leaves lying about his feet, and almost choked with astonished fury.
"Why, my dear girl, he's absolutely barred. He's as unpopular as anybody I know. I hope you won't discuss me with that hulking brute. What the deuce right has he got to tell you anything about me?"
"Because I asked him, and you needn't look so enraged, because if you want to know why you're coming to tea, it's because I asked Arthur----"
"Who's Arthur?" growled Michael.
"Arthur Drake."
"Go on," said Michael icily.
"I shan't go on, if you look like that."
"I can't help how I look. I don't carry a gla.s.s round with me," said Michael. "So I suppose this worm Drake had the cheek to tell your mother I was all right. Drake! Wait till I see the brute on Monday morning."
"Well, if you take my advice," said Lily, "you'll be nice to him, because he's supposed to have introduced us."
"What lies! What lies!" Michael stamped.
"You told me a lie about your age," Lily retorted. "And I've told mother a lie on your account, so you needn't be so particular. And if you think you're going to make me cry, you're not."
She sat down on a seat and looked out at the bare woodland with sullen eyes.
"Has Drake ever dared to make love to you?" demanded Michael.
"That's my business," said Lily.
Michael looked at her so adorable even now, and suddenly throwing his dignity to the dead leaves, he sat close beside her caressingly.
"Darling Lily," he whispered, "it was my fault. I lied first. I don't care how much you talked about me. I don't care about anything but you.
I'll even say Drake is a decent chap--though he really isn't even moderately decent. Lily, we had such a rotten Wednesday, and to-day ought to be perfect. Will you forgive me? Will you?"
And the quarrel was over.
"But you don't care anything about Drake?" Michael asked, when half an hour had dreamed itself away.
"Of course not," she rea.s.sured him. "Arthur likes Doris better than me."
"But he mustn't like Doris," said Michael eagerly. "At least she mustn't like him. Because I've got a friend--at least three million times as decent as Drake--who wants to be in love with Doris, or rather he will want to be when he sees her."
"Why, you haven't seen Doris yourself yet," laughed Lily.
"Oh, of course my plan may all come to nothing," Michael admitted. "But look here, I vote we don't bother about anybody else in the world but ourselves for the rest of the afternoon."
Nor did they.
"Shall I wear a top-hat to-morrow?" Michael asked even in the very poignancy of farewell. "I mean--will your mother prefer it?"
"Oh, no, the people who come to tea with us on Sunday are mostly artists and actors," decided Lily judicially.
"Do lots of people come then?" asked Michael, quickly jealous.
"A good many."
"I might as well have fallen in love with one of the Royal Family,"
sighed Michael in despair.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I never can see you alone," he declared.
"Why, we've had the whole of this afternoon," she told him.
"Do you call sitting in the middle of Kensington Gardens being alone?
Why, it was crammed with people," he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in disgust.
"I must go, I must go, I must go," Lily whispered and almost seemed to be preening her wings in the lamplight before she flew away.
"I say, what number is Drake's house?" Michael asked, with a consummate affectation of casual enquiry.
She told him laughingly, and in a most malicious hurry would not even linger a moment to ask him why he wanted to know. Coldly and deliberately Michael after dinner rang the bell of Drake's house.
"Is--er--Master Arthur at home?" he asked the maid.
"Master Arthur," she cried. "Someone to see you."
"Hullo, Bangs," shouted Drake, emerging effusively from a doorway.
"Oh, hullo," said Michael loftily. "I thought I'd call to see if you felt like coming out."
"Right-o," said Drake. "Wait half a tick while I tell my mater. Come in, and meet my people."