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Gillat admitted; "we were late with tea, but there's the drying of the cups." "I will do that." Johnny hesitated; Julia's wish was his law, still there seemed no harm in the exchange; anyhow, without quite knowing how it happened, he soon afterwards found himself in the garden among the water cans. Rawson-Clew went back to the outer kitchen.
Gillat cleared the dressing-table and pulled it out into the middle of the room, and by that time supper was ready fried steak and onions and bottled beer, with jam puffs and strong black coffee to follow not exactly the things for one lately suffering from seasickness, but Julia tried them all except the bottled beer and seemed none the worse for it.
Julia was at once uneasy and disgusted; the last alike with the proceedings themselves and the attempt to deceive her about them. And another letter she received at the same time did not make her any more satisfied; it was from Johnny Gillat, about as silly and uninforming a letter as ever man wrote, but it contained one piece of information. Mr.
A paraffin stove stood in the fire-place also, own brother to the one in the dining-room; Julia stooped to light it, while her father sank into a chair. "Gillat," he said in a voice of hopelessness, "I am a ruined man." "No?" Mr. Gillat answered sympathetically, but without surprise. "Dear me!"
"Oh, but," Johnny protested, "it would be a little help, it would indeed; they would fetch something, the glasses are good ones, though a bit old-fashioned, and the watch " "I don't care, I won't have it," and Julia took the matter into her own hands, and began with a flushed face to re-pack the things herself. "Is it that you think I can't spare them?" Gillat asked, still bewildered.
Gillat set out Sunday after Sunday to school, and if his reading and expounding of the Scriptures was less in accord with modern light than the traditions that held in the childhood of the nation, no one minded; the children at Halgrave were not painfully sharp, and they soon got to love Mr. Gillat with a friendly lemon-droppish love which was not critical.
It also proved how exceedingly firmly a man who is in the habit of wearing a single eyeglass must screw it into his eye, for, as Julia remarked with some surprise, the one which interested her did not fall out. Mr. Gillat came home with his fir-cones at a quarter to five. And when he came he saw that, to him, most fascinating sight a motor-car, standing empty and quiet by the gate.
The dining-room, being midway between the kitchen and the drawing-room, was only a middling-looking apartment. They did not often have a fire there; a paraffin lamp stove stood in the fire-place, leering with its red eye as if it took a wicked satisfaction in its own smell. Before the fire-place, re-reading the already-known newspaper by the light of one gas jet, sat Johnny Gillat.
"No," Julia said, "I don't; I say it does not agree with you, and it doesn't you know you ought not to take more than two glasses." "Is that your opinion, Gillat?" Captain Polkington asked. "Is that what you meant? That I I should confine myself to two glasses of whiskey and water?" "I wasn't thinking of the whiskey," Johnny said apologetically; "it was the gees."
After all she was a woman, with a great deal of the natural woman in her, too, he had said and he was a man, a gentleman, first, perhaps, polished and finished, her senior, her superior yet a man, possibly with his share of the natural man, the thing on which one cannot reckon. Just then the kettle boiled and she made the tea. "Where is father?" she asked; and Mr. Gillat went to look for him.
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