“Was there? What was in it? What did you find?” Margot went back a step.
“I found some old dresses. They must have been very uncomfortable to wear.”
“What else did you find?”
“I found a desk. Wouldn’t you like to know what was in it?”
“Papers?” said Egbert.
Margot laughed. She couldn’t think why she felt frightened.
“You’re talking nonsense!” said Egbert pettishly. “I don’t believe there were any papers.”
“Perhaps there weren’t.”
“You’d have shown them to Mr. Hale fast enough.”
“Perhaps I should, and perhaps I shouldn’t.”
“Nonsense! Look here, I want to talk to you.”
“You are talking to me.”
“I want to talk to you about something special. You’re only chaffing about that desk, you know. There’s no chance of a will turning up now, and your father’s own letter makes it quite clear that it’s no use your buoying yourself up thinking you’ve got any claim on his money. But, as I said to Mr. Hale, there’s no reason for you to worry, because I’m willing to go shares.”
Margot opened her eyes very wide indeed.
“Shares!”
“Well, that’s just a way of putting it. It wouldn’t really be shares of course, but it would come to just the same thing as far as you were concerned. I mean if a girl’s got plenty of pretty frocks and some pocket-money, and a good home, and a car-I don’t say it wouldn’t run to a car-well, she doesn’t want anything more-does she?”
“She might.”
“She wouldn’t. Why should she?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean if we were married,” said Egbert.
Margot gave a little shriek:
“If who was married?”
“We. I said if we were married.”
Margot stared at him.
“Good gracious, Egbert. What a frightful idea!”
“It wouldn’t be frightful at all-it would be a very good provision for you.”
Margot giggled.
“It would be frightful!” She giggled again. “Are you proposing to me?”
“Yes, I am.” There was very little of the ardent lover about his tone.
“I’ve never been proposed to before. I didn’t know it would be like this.”
“You ought to take it seriously. It would be a very good thing for you.”
Margot retreated towards the door. Something was making her feel frightened all the time.
“No, it wouldn’t. I should hate it-I should hate it most frightfully. I’d rather marry anyone-I’d rather marry Mr. Hale or old Monsieur Declos who taught us drawing and took snuff-I would really!”
“I suppose you’re joking. You won’t have a penny if you don’t marry me-not a single penny.”
Something came with a rush into Margot’s eyes-hot, wet, smarting.
“I don’t want a penny, and I’d rather marry an organ-grinder!” she said.
This time she did run out of the room and bang the door.
CHAPTER XIV
Margot ran out of the drawing-room and down the stairs. Half way down she stopped running and began to walk quite slowly. Why on earth should she run away from Egbert? It wasn’t his house yet, though he had begun to behave as if it were.
She stopped, looked down, and saw her letter to Stephanie sticking out of the pocket of her white jumper. She thought she would go out and post it; but it wanted a stamp. There were always stamps in the study-
She stamped her letter and went to the post with it. It wasn’t very nice out; the fog was coming up again, and it was wet under foot although there had been no rain.
Margot let herself into the house with the feeling that it was pleasanter after all to be indoors. If she had only had some chocolates. But they were all gone, and though Mr. Hale had given her ten shillings “just to go on with,” she would want that for the great adventure of going out as a secretary. She would just have to amuse herself with the rather exciting story which she had left off to go and write to Stephanie. The bother was, she had left the book in the corner of the drawing-room sofa, and she had had enough of Egbert for one afternoon.
She stopped at the drawing-room door and listened. Perhaps he had gone away; there really wasn’t anything for him to stay for. She felt sure that he had gone away; but all the same she turned the handle very softly and let the door swing open an inch or two before she looked in.
Egbert was standing on a chair again, but this time it was in front of another picture. He had his back to Margot and to the sofa on which she had left her book. She opened the door a little wider. She could see the book lying there face downwards, half on the back of the sofa and half on a sprawling purple cushion; and she could see Egbert looking hard at the picture of a very fat, bulging woman with about a hundred yards of drapery slipping off her in every direction.
Margot made up her mind to risk it. The sofa was in an angle between the wall and the window; if she was quick and didn’t make noise, she could get her book without Egbert knowing anything about it. She slipped into the room, reached the sofa, and had her hand on the book, when Egbert suddenly jumped down.
For once in her life Margot moved quickly. Before Egbert had time to turn round she had ducked behind the sofa, and when he went to the bell and stood there with his finger on it, she crawled along inch by inch until she was sitting on the floor between the sofa and the wall. No one would find her now unless he leaned right over the back and looked down. The whole thing was just the outcome of a school-girl instinct to hide.
Margot sat in her corner giggling inwardly and wondering if Egbert would stay there long-it would be a bore if she had to miss her tea. She wondered why he had rung the bell. It was that stupid William’s business to answer it. Margot thought he was quite the stupidest footman they had ever had.
Someone came through the door and shut it. Margot couldn’t see anything, but she heard Egbert say, “Come here-I want to talk to you”; and then, “Where is she?”
“She went out to post a letter.”
It ought to have been William who answered the bell. But this was not William’s voice. It didn’t sound like a footman’s voice at all; it was rather bored and curt.
Egbert said, “Well, I’ve asked her, and she won’t have me. I told you she wouldn’t-I told you it wasn’t any good.”
It couldn’t be William who had answered the bell. Egbert wouldn’t tell William that he had proposed to her and that she had said “No.” Margot giggled again as she thought of what she had really said.
The man who couldn’t be William made an impatient sound.
“Of course you made a mess of it-you’d be bound to do that.”
Who on earth could it be? None of the servants would speak to Egbert like that. But he had rung the bell, and it was William’s business to answer the bell.
“I didn’t make a mess of it. I pointed out what a good thing it would be for her.”
“You made a mess of it. A girl of eighteen wants to be made love to-I suppose you never thought of that.”
“She never gave me a chance. I don’t like her, and she doesn’t like me, and there’s an end of it.”
“Is there? You know best what your orders are, and you know whether he’ll be pleased at your failure to carry them out.”
“He can’t expect me to marry the girl if she won’t have me.” Egbert’s tone was pettish in the extreme.
“He expects you to marry her or remove her. He’s not taking any risks-there’s too much at stake.”
Margot felt as if she were listening to a play. It was a frightening play; it made her feel creepy all down the back of her neck. Who was he? Why did he want Egbert to marry her? Was it Mr. Hale? What did they mean by saying that Egbert would have to marry her or remove her? It had a horrid sort of sound.
Egbert said, “He can’t make me marry her.”
And then the man who couldn’t be William said, “Oh well, that was just a concession to your family feelings. He would really prefer her out of the way for good and all.”