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So much, then, is all that I can say of the small, detached experiences that he passed through, up to the point when he came out one evening at sunset from one of the fields of Hampole where he had made hay all day, when his job was finished, and where he met, for the first time, the Major and Gertie Trustcott.
"What for?" said Gertie quickly. "I want to see about mending that door. It hasn't been closing right." "I thought Nora had something to say to me." "So she has: that's what I'm going to leaves you alone for." "I like that. She insults me before everybody and then, when she's going to apologize, it's got to be private. No, thank you." "What do you mean, Gertie?" asked Nora.
Miss Gertie Cobb, so blond, so small, so titillating that she resembled nothing so much as one of those Dresden table-candelabra under a pink glass-fringed shade with the fringe always atinkle, laughed upward in a voice eons too old. "Make yourself right at home. At our house, it's what you don't see ask for. Skin-nay Flint, if you don't stop!
Gertie remarked that people said this whenever they had done their worst: this was the only reproach given, and Mr. Trew, as a candid friend, assured Mrs. Mills she had been let off very lightly. Mr. Trew had anxieties of his own.
The official to whom Henry had been speaking begged pardon for interrupting; the train, he announced, would be about five minutes late. Gertie thanked him with a glance that, at any honestly managed exchange office, could be converted into bank notes. "Has your view of me altered, then?" he asked.
That moment of hesitation was freighted with consequence. Then: "Gertie," he cried, hastening after her, "Gertie, wait! I do beg your pardon. I'm sorry. I didn't mean " But it was too late. Gertie's chamber door closed. John went slowly up to his own room, the room to which the butler had carried his bag.
"Wear off! With Gertie goin' it harder than her mother ever thought of?" "Oh, Gertie doesn't mean it." "She DON'T! She don't! Perhaps you don't think she means it when she goes to every 'tea' and 'recital' and 'at home' and crazy dido from here to Beersheba and back. Is THAT goin' to wear off? Chasin' around with Cousin Percy and that Holway and land knows who?" "What?
"But why must we be just friends, then?" "Listen, child. It's hard to tell; I guess I didn't know till now what it does mean, but there's a girl Wait; listen. There's a girl at first I simply thought it was good fun to know her, but now, Lord! Gertie, you'd think I was pretty sentimental if I told you what I think of her. God! I want to see her so much! Right now!
Before she could finish the sentence Mrs Tipps was gone. She returned in breathless haste, beckoned Mrs Marrot and Gertie to follow her, and was finally hurried with them into a first-class carriage just as the train began to move.
She was more than willing to concede her sister-in-law's superiority in all such matters. And she was perfectly ready to learn all that Gertie would teach her. She had, in everything, been prepared to meet her half-way; further she would not go. For the rest, it was her brother's place to protect her.
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