From a little distance it was possible to observe that she was wearing what would have been a perfectly good black lace dress if she had not had the bright idea of relieving it with some bits of faded fur, a couple of purple bows, and a large bunch of rather tumbled violets. There her attempts at adornment ceased. She displayed indeterminate features quite innocent of any effort in that direction. It was even doubtful whether they so much as knew the touch of a powder-puff.
Jonathan Field looked at his watch and said,.
“ Georgina ought to be down. Where is she? She and Mirrie -they ought both to be here.”
A very small voice said, “Oh, Uncle Jonathan-” and there beside them was a little creature in a white dress. She had dark curls, and the dress was all soft fluffy frills. She hung on Jonathan’s arm and looked up at him with pansy-brown eyes.
“Don’t-oh please don’t be vexed! She won’t be long-she really won’t. I expect it was my fault-she was helping me. And it’s going to be such a lovely party. You mustn’t be vexed.” She was tugging at his arm like a child, but so softly as to give the effect of a caress.
Jonathan Field smiled indulgently. Anthony said, “Hullo, Mirrie!” and Frank Abbott found himself being introduced. The brown eyes transferred their upward look. They were of exactly the same shade as the clustering curls, but the lashes were darker, though whether this was due to nature or to art it was impossible to discern. The words of the introduction had been “My niece Mirrie Field.” Old Jonathan’s smile had been practically a doting one. Distant cousin’s daughter my foot-if she didn’t finish up co-heiress with the real niece, he was a Dutchman! The eyes alone with their look of trusting appeal could have done the trick hands down, but the eyes plus the curls, that little round soft face, and the mouth with its suggestion of a childish pout made a certainty of it. He wondered what the mouth was pouting for. Sweets, kisses, or anything else that came its way?
Anthony Hallam said,
“Is that the new rig-out? It’s very successful. I suppose Georgina was helping you to dress.”
She sparkled at him for a moment, and then the lashes drooped. A very small foot drew circles on the polished floor.
“Well-no-I had things to do and I didn’t get them finished, so I had to ask Georgina. She’s so good, but I’m afraid she was vexed. I mean, she’s so good about everything herself, and I haven’t had a lot of practice, but I didn’t -oh, I really didn’t mean to make her late.” Her voice trembled a little and the eyes were raised again.
But Anthony Hallam had turned and was looking past her and across the hall. He said, “Oh, well, she’s coming now,” and just as the lobby door opened to admit the first of the guests Georgina Grey came into sight at the head of the stairs and began to descend them.
A late entrance is nearly always an effective one. Frank wondered a little cynically whether she had planned it. But if she had, there was a flaw in the timing. Guests were streaming into the hall, old Jonathan was greeting them, and the new-found niece was being brought forward with a hand on her shoulder to be presented in the most affectionate manner. Only Frank himself and Anthony Hallam had the leisure to watch Georgina come down the stairs.
She was worth watching too, and it was evident that Anthony thought so. Frank saw a tall girl in a silver dress-a tall fair girl with a lovely figure and pale gold hair. She had a white skin, a red mouth, and eyes of a strange dark grey. Eyebrows and lashes were no more than a couple of shades darker than her hair, but the eyes had a black ring about the iris, and the iris was the colour of deep water under a cloudy sky. It could look grey or it could look green, but always and in any light it was arresting. Frank, who was something of an expert, considered that the eyes were the making of her. If they had been blue the whole effect would have been too pale. If they had been brown-but of course they wouldn’t be, not with that hair, and he was prepared to bet that the hair was natural. She had the right skin for it and she wore as little make-up as a girl considered decent. She came down without any appearance of hurry, went past them with a smile for Anthony, and was in the thick of the greetings.
There had been a string of names not always easy to allocate-Lord and Lady Pondesbury, Mr. and Mrs. Shotterleigh, Miss Mary Shotterleigh, Miss Deborah Shotterleigh, Mr. Vincent, Mr. and Mrs. Warrender. Frank identified Lord Pondesbury, and remembered the Shotterleigh twins as prim little girls exactly alike who looked as if they couldn’t say bo to a goose. One of them was in pink and the other in blue, and they still looked prim.
Johnny Fabian, latest of the house-party, came running down after Georgina. He was, as always, in the best of spirits, ignored the brief frown accorded him by Jonathan, and began to talk and laugh with everyone. The Shotterleigh girls brightened perceptibly. Mirrie Field’s colour rose. She didn’t speak to him, she just stood there and made a picture-brown curls, white frills, a small string of pearls about a soft white throat, dark lashes dropped over soft brown eyes.
When Georgina had spoken to everyone else she came across to Anthony and Frank. She rested a hand on Anthony’s arm, gave him a second smile, and acknowledged Frank’s introduction with friendliness and charm. He had been thinking that Johnny Fabian really hadn’t changed in the least-he probably never would. The dark hair which insisted on curling no matter how short it was cut would probably recede with the passing years, but the dancing blue eyes would keep their merry sparkle and the engaging smile still bring him more smiles in return than fell to most men’s lot. It had got him out of scrapes at home, at school, in the army, and it would continue to do so. He turned it on pretty girls and on plain ones, upon the elderly, the clever, the dull, and the disappointed. Frank had never known him well-just a chance encounter here and there-but he was clapped on the shoulder and greeted like an old friend.
“Hullo there! Ages since we met. How’s crime?”
Frank said, “Much as usual.”
Johnny turned to Georgina.
“Our famous detective, in case you don’t know. A shining light of what American books talk of as the Homicide Squad. A Lieutenant in the Homicide Squad, that’s what he would be over there. Sounds much more imposing than a Detective Inspector or whatever he is at Scotland Yard.”
Frank laughed.
“And what are you doing with yourself?” he asked. “Didn’t I hear about your going into shipping or something?”
Johnny shook his head.
“Not shipping. Something frightfully dreary that I never really got the hang of-I think they call themselves General Importers. There was a second cousin twice removed of my grandfather’s who was a sleeping partner, he got me in, and after about six months a partner who wasn’t asleep chucked me out. It was practically bound to happen, because if I ever came across a business that was a smell under the nose, that was it.”
“So what are you doing now?”
“Well, a misguided aunt left me her little all a few months ago, and I am looking round for something to put it into. It’s difficult of course, because what I want is an amusing job where there isn’t any boss and where I don’t have to do any work. And meanwhile I do a spot of car-coping-pick ’em up cheap and sell ’em as dear as I can with a lick of paint and what have you to make ’em go down easy.”
Jonathan Field called across the hall to them.
“Well, we’re all here now, I think. Georgina, has everybody come?”
Her hand dropped from Anthony’s arm and she went over to him.
“Yes, darling, I think so. And there’s Stokes to say that we can go in. Will you take Lady Pondesbury?”
Jonathan Field gave his arm to a muscular lady who looked, rather as if she had come out in a brick-coloured mask and short red gloves. Between these two extremely sun-burned portions and the black satin in which the rest of her was encased there were large milk-white arms and a considerable area of milk-white back and chest. She wore what she had no hesitation in describing as a copy of the ancestral diamond and ruby necklace which had been sold to pay the estate duties on her father-in-law’s decease some fifteen years earlier. Her husband Lord Pondesbury, a horsy little man with a swivel eye, approached Georgina. Jonathan Field observed the forms of his youth. In his house people still went in to dinner two by two in a seemly and orderly manner. Frank found himself with Mary Shotterleigh, and saw Anthony go in with Mirrie Field.