The Profiteers | Page 5

her present appearance. She, on her side, seemed to be realising some

secret and indefinable pleasure. The lines of her beautiful mouth, too
often, nowadays, weary and drooping, softened into a quiet, almost
mysterious smile. Her eyes--very large and wonderful eyes they
were--seemed to hold some other vision than the vision of this tall,
forceful-looking man. It was a moment which no one, perhaps, except
those two themselves realised. To the lookers-on it seemed only a
meeting between two very distinguished and attractive-looking people,
naturally interested in each other.
"It is a great pleasure to meet Lady Dredlinton," Wingate said. "I hope
that Miss Baldwin's remark will not prejudice me in your opinion. I am
really not such a frivolous person as she would have you believe."
"Even if you were," she rejoined, sinking into the chair which had been
brought for her, "a little frivolity from men, nowadays, is rather in
order, isn't it?"
"It's all very well for those who can afford to indulge in it," Kendrick
grumbled. "We can't earn our bread and butter now on the Stock
Exchange. Even our friend Maurice here, who works as long as an hour
and a half a day sometimes, declares that he can barely afford his new
Rolls-Royce."
"You men are so elusive about your prospects," Sarah declared. "I
believe that Jimmy could afford to marry me to-morrow if he'd only
make up his mind to it."
"I'm ready to try, anyhow," the young man assured her promptly. "Girls
nowadays talk so much rot about giving up their liberty."
"Once a taxicab driver, always a taxicab driver," Sarah propounded.
"Did you know that that was my profession, Mr. Wingate? If you do
need anything in the shape of a comfortable conveyance while you are
in town, will you remember me? I'll send you a card, if you like."
"Don't, for heaven's sake, listen to that young woman," Kendrick
begged.

"Her cab's on its last legs," the Honourable Jimmy warned him, "three
cylinders missing, and the fourth makes a noise like popcorn when you
come to a gradient."
"It isn't as though she could drive," Maurice White put in. "There isn't
an insurance company in London will take her on as a risk."
Sarah glanced from one to the other in well-assumed viciousness.
"Don't I hate you all!" she exclaimed bitterly. "I can understand Jimmy,
because he likes me to drive him all the time, but you others, who aren't
regular clients at all, why you should butt in and try to spoil my
chances, I can't think. Mr. Wingate is just my conception of the ideal
fare--generous, affable, and with trans-Atlantic notions about tips. I
shall send you my card, all the same, Mr. Wingate."
"And I hope," Josephine said, "that Mr. Wingate will not take the
slightest notice of all the rubbish these unkind people have been saying.
Miss Baldwin drives me continually and has given me every
satisfaction."
"'Every satisfaction' I love," Sarah declared. "I shall have that framed."
"Any chance of your taking me back to the Milan?" Wingate enquired.
Sarah shook her head regretfully, glancing down at her muslin gown.
"Can't you see I'm in my party clothes?" she said. "I did bring the old
'bus down here, but I had a boy meet me and take it away. I'll send you
my card and telephone number, Mr. Wingate. You can rely upon my
punctuality and dispatch. Even my aunt here would give me a reference,
if pressed," she added, as their hostess paused for a moment to whisper
something in Josephine's ear.
"Your driving's like your life, dear, much too fast for my liking." Lady
Amesbury declared. "I hope things are better in your country, Mr.
Wingate, but our young people go on anyhow now. Here's my niece
drives a taxicab and is proud of it, my own daughter designs

underclothes and sells them at a shop in Sloane Street to any one who
comes along, and my boy, who ought to go into the Guards, prefers to
go into Roger Kendrick's office. What are you going to start him at,
Roger?"
"A pound a week and his lunch money, probably," Kendrick replied.
"I don't think he'll earn it," his fond mother said sadly. "However, that's
your business. Don't forget you're dining with me Sunday night, John.
I'll ask Josephine, too, if you succeed in making friends with her. She's
a little difficult, but well worth knowing.--Dear me, I wish people
would begin to go! I wonder whether they realise that it is nearly six
o'clock."
"I shan't stir a yard," Sarah declared, "until I have had another ice.
Jimmy, run and fetch me one."
"My family would be the last to help me out," Lady Amesbury
grumbled. "I'm ashamed of the whole crowd of you round