“Good morning, sir,” said Ida.
“Good morning!” The big man leaned upon his hoe and looked up at her.
“Have you any cigarettes, Charles?”
“Yes, certainly.”
“Throw me up two.”
“Here is my case. Can you catch!”
A seal-skin case came with a soft thud on to the floor. Ida opened it. It was full.
“What are these?” she asked.
“Egyptians.”
“What are some other brands?”
“Oh, Richmond Gems, and Turkish, and Cambridge. But why?”
“Never mind!” She nodded to him and closed the window. “We must remember all those, Clara,” said she. “We must learn to talk about such things. Mrs. Westmacott knows all about the brands of cigarettes. Has your rum come?”
“Yes, dear. It is here.”
“And I have my stout. Come along up to my room now. This smell is too abominable. But we must be ready for him when he comes back. If we sit at the window we shall see him coming down the road.”
The fresh morning air, and the genial company of the Admiral had caused the Doctor to forget his troubles, and he came back about midday in an excellent humor. As he opened the hall door the vile smell of chemicals which had spoilt his breakfast met him with a redoubled virulence. He threw open the hall window, entered the dining-room, and stood aghast at the sight which met his eyes.
Ida was still sitting among her bottles, with a lit cigarette in her left hand and a glass of stout on the table beside her. Clara, with another cigarette, was lounging in the easy chair with several maps spread out upon the floor around. Her feet were stuck up on the coal scuttle, and she had a tumblerful of some reddish-brown composition on the smoking table close at her elbow. The Doctor gazed from one to the other of them through the thin grey haze of smoke, but his eyes rested finally in a settled stare of astonishment upon his elder and more serious daughter.
“Clara!” he gasped, “I could not have believed it!”
“What is it, papa?”
“You are smoking!”
“Trying to, papa. I find it a little difficult, for I have not been used to it.”
“But why, in the name of goodness–”
“Mrs. Westmacott recommends it.”
“Oh, a lady of mature years may do many things which a young girl must avoid.”
“Oh, no,” cried Ida, “Mrs. Westmacott says that there should be one law for all. Have a cigarette, pa?”
“No, thank you. I never smoke in the morning.”
“No? Perhaps you don’t care for the brand. “What are these, Clara?”
“Egyptians.”
“Ah, we must have some Richmond Gems or Turkish. I wish, pa, when you go into town, you would get me some Turkish.”
“I will do nothing of the kind. I do not at all think that it is a fitting habit for young ladies. I do not agree with Mrs. Westmacott upon the point.”
“Really, pa! It was you who advised us to imitate her.”
“But with discrimination. What is it that you are drinking, Clara?”
“Rum, papa.”
“Rum? In the morning?” He sat down and rubbed his eyes as one who tries to shake off some evil dream. “Did you say rum?”
“Yes, pa. They all drink it in the profession which I am going to take up.”
“Profession, Clara?”
“Mrs. Westmacott says that every woman should follow a calling, and that we ought to choose those which women have always avoided.”
” Quite so.”
“Well, I am going to act upon her advice. I am going to be a pilot.”
“My dear Clara! A pilot! This is too much.”
“This is a beautiful book, papa. `The Lights, Beacons, Buoys, Channels, and Landmarks of Great Britain.’ Here is another, `The Master Mariner’s Handbook.’ You can’t imagine how interesting it is.”
“You are joking, Clara. You must be joking!”
“Not at all, pa. You can’t think what a lot I have learned already. I’m to carry a green light to starboard and a red to port, with a white light at the mast-head, and a flare-up every fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, won’t it look pretty at night!” cried her sister.
“And I know the fog-signals. One blast means that a ship steers to starboard, two to port, three astern, four that it is unmanageable. But this man asks such dreadful questions at the end of each chapter. Listen to this: `You see a red light. The ship is on the port tack and the wind at north; what course is that ship steering to a point?'”