The Complete Novellas & Short Stories. Bennett Arnold

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And when both the men said that, if Vera permitted, they would come with her at once to the drawing-room and smoke there, Vera decided that after all dreams were nonsense. She entered the drawing-room first, and Mr Bittenger followed her, with Stephen behind; but just as Stephen was crossing the mat the gardener, holding a parcel in his hands and looking rather strange there in the hall, spoke to him. And Stephen stopped and called to Mr Bittenger. And the drawing-room door was closed upon Vera.

      She waited, solitary, for an incredible space of time, and then, having heard unaccustomed and violent sounds in the distance, she could contain herself no longer, and she rang the bell.

      'Louisa,' she demanded of the parlourmaid, 'where is your master?'

      'Oh, ma'am,' replied Louisa, giggling—a little licence was surely permissible to the girl on Christmas night—'Oh, ma'am, there's such a to-do! Tinsley has just brought some boxing-gloves, and master and Mr Bittenger have got their coats off in the dining-room. And they've had the table pushed up by the door, and you never saw such a set-out in all your life ma'am.'

      Vera dismissed Louisa.

      There it was—the dream! They were going to box. Mr Bittenger was doubtless an expert, and she knew that Stephen was not. A chance blow by Mr Bittenger in some vital part, and Stephen would be lying stretched in eternal stillness in the middle of the dining-room floor where the table ought to be! The life of the monster was at stake! The life of the brute was in her hands! The dream was fulfilling itself to the point of tragedy!

      She jumped up and rushed to the dining-room door. It would not open. Again, the dream!

      'You can't come in,' cried Stephen, laughing. 'Wait a bit.'

      She pushed against the door, working the handle.

      She was about to insist upon the door being opened, when the idea of the danger of such a proceeding occurred to her. In the dream, when she got the door opened, her husband's death had already happened!

      Frantically she ran to the kitchen.

      'Louisa,' she ordered. 'Go into the garden and tap at the dining-room window, and tell your master that I must speak to him at once in the drawing-room.'

      And in a pitiable state of excitation, she returned to the drawing-room.

      After another interminable period of suspense, her ear caught the sound of the opening of doors, and then Stephen came into the drawing-room. A singular apparition! He was coatless, as Louisa had said, and the extremities of his long arms were bulged out with cream-coloured boxing-gloves.

      She sprang at him and kissed him.

      'Steve,' she said, 'are we friends?'

      'I should think we were!' he replied, returning her kiss heartily. He had won.

      'What are you doing?' she asked him.

      'Bittenger and I are just going to have a real round with the gloves. It's part of his cure for my indigestion, you know. He says there's nothing like it. I've only just been able to get gloves. Tinsley brought them up just now. And so we sort of thought we'd like to have a go at once.'

      'Why wouldn't you let me into the dining-room?'

      'My child, the table was up against the door. And I fancied, perhaps, you wouldn't be exactly charmed, so I—'

      'Stephen,' she said, in her most persuasive voice, 'will you do something to please me?'

      'What is it?'

      'Will you?'

      A pause.

      'Yes, certainly.'

      'Don't box tonight.'

      'Oh—well! What will Bittenger think?'

      Another pause.

      'Never mind! You don't want me to box, really?'

      'I don't want you to box—not tonight.' 'Agreed, my chuck!' And he kissed her again. He could well afford to be magnanimous.

      Mr Bittenger ploughed the seas alone to New York.

      But supposing that Vera had not interfered, what would have happened? That is the unanswerable query which torments the superstitious little brain of Vera.

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