daughters, to whom is due the thanks and gratitude of two great countries!”
CHAPTER XXVIII
AND AFTER
“THAT was a mighty good toast, Jane,” said Mr. Hersheimmer, as he and his
cousin were being driven back in the Rolls-Royce to the Ritz.
“The one to the joint venture?”
“No–the one to you. There isn’t another girl in the world who could have
carried it through as you did. You were just wonderful! ”
Jane shook her head.
“I don’t feel wonderful. At heart I’m just tired and lonesome–and longing
for my own country.”
“That brings me to something I wanted to say. I heard the Ambassador
telling you his wife hoped you would come to them at the Embassy right away.
That’s good enough, but I’ve got another plan. Jane–I want you to marry me!
Don’t get scared and say no at once. You can’t love me right away, of course,
that’s impossible. But I’ve loved you from the very moment I set eyes on your
photo–and now I’ve seen you I’m simply crazy about you! If you’ll only marry
me, I won’t worry you any–you shall take your own time. Maybe you’ll never come
to love me, and if that’s the case I’ll manage to set you free. But I want the
right to look after you, and take care of you.”
“That’s what I want,” said the girl wistfully. “Some one who’ll be good to
me. Oh, you don’t know how lonesome I feel!”
“Sure thing I do. Then I guess that’s all fixed up, and I’ll see the
archbishop about a special license to-morrow morning.”
“Oh, Julius!”
“Well, I don’t want to hustle you any, Jane, but there’s no sense in
waiting about. Don’t be scared–I shan’t expect you to love me all at once.”
But a small hand was slipped into his.
“I love you now, Julius,” said Jane Finn. “I loved you that first moment
in the car when the bullet grazed your cheek….”
Five minutes later Jane murmured softly:
“I don’t know London very well, Julius, but is it such a very long way from
the Savoy to the Ritz?”
“It depends how you go,” explained Julius unblushingly. “We’re going by way
of Regent’s Park!”
“Oh, Julius–what will the chauffeur think?”
“At the wages I pay him, he knows better than to do any independent
thinking. Why, Jane, the only reason I had the supper at the Savoy was so that
I could drive you home. I didn’t see how I was ever going to get hold of you
alone. You and Tuppence have been sticking together like Siamese twins. I guess
another day of it would have driven me and Beresford stark staring mad!”
“Oh. Is he—-?”
“Of course he is. Head over ears.”
“I thought so,” said Jane thoughtfully.
“Why?”
“From all the things Tuppence didn’t say!”
“There you have me beat,” said Mr. Hersheimmer. But Jane only laughed.
In the meantime, the Young Adventurers were sitting bolt upright, very
stiff and ill at ease, in a taxi which, with a singular lack of originality, was
also returning to the Ritz via Regent’s Park.
A terrible constraint seemed to have settled down between them. Without
quite knowing what had happened, everything seemed changed. They were
tongue-tied–paralysed. All the old camaraderie was gone.
Tuppence could think of nothing to say.
Tommy was equally afflicted.
They sat very straight and forbore to look at each other.
At last Tuppence made a desperate effort.
“Rather fun, wasn’t it?”
“Rather.”
Another silence.
“I like Julius,” essayed Tuppence again.
Tommy was suddenly galvanized into life.
“You’re not going to marry him, do you hear?” he said dictatorially. “I
forbid it.”
“Oh!” said Tuppence meekly.
“Absolutely, you understand.”
“He doesn’t want to marry me–he really only asked me out of kindness.”
“That’s not very likely,” scoffed Tommy.
“It’s quite true. He’s head over ears in love with Jane. I expect he’s
proposing to her now.”
“She’ll do for him very nicely,” said Tommy condescendingly.
“Don’t you think she’s the most lovely creature you’ve ever seen?”
“Oh, I dare say.”
“But I suppose you prefer sterling worth,” said Tuppence demurely.
“I–oh, dash it all, Tuppence, you know!”
“I like your uncle, Tommy,” said Tuppence, hastily creating a diversion.