"Bounced in ten minutes ago, and had such a fright to find a stranger
here instead of you. Why didn't you send at once to tell me that you
were worse?"
"Because I could not have seen you if you had come. On my bad days I am
best alone; but I am pulling round again, and am glad to have Gervase's
company. You have made each other's acquaintance, I see! I suppose
neither had much difficulty in guessing the identity of the other."
"He thought I was Lilias!" said Nan, glancing at Gervase with laughing
eyes. "Think of that! He will be surprised when he sees her, won't he?
But I knew who he was in a moment. Now, tell me honestly, would you
rather I went away? I came meaning to stay to tea, but if you don't
feel able to talk to two people at once I'll come again when you are
alone. I won't be a scrap offended!"
Mr Vanburgh smiled.
"I am sure you would not, but I should like you to stay, please. We
want you to pour out tea for us; and I won't attempt to talk, but just
lie still and amuse myself listening to you."
"But I never can be amusing when I try,--can you?" said Nan, appealing
to Gervase with a friendly smile. "The girls at home think I am
amusing, because I generally say the wrong thing at the wrong moment,
which may be entertaining to them, but is very poor fun for me. Maud
says I speak first and think afterwards; but what can I do? I once made
a vow to cure myself of being impetuous by counting twenty slowly before
I began to speak, and I kept it religiously two whole days. They seemed
like a month; and if I had persevered I should have become dumb, for by
the time I had counted twenty the conversation had hopped on to another
subject, and any remark was hopelessly out of date! So now I have gone
back to my old ways, and say my say, and take the consequences."
"You don't look to me as if you were given to making painful remarks,"
Gervase remarked in a conciliatory tone, and Nan straightened her back
in defence of her own behaviour.
"Wouldn't hurt a fly! That's the worst part of it. For I am so soft-
hearted over other people's woes, that I shed tears regularly every time
I meet a tramp, and he tells me that he is a discharged seaman who has
lost his certificate, and only needs four and sixpence to take him to a
port where he is certain to find fresh work. They always have lost
their certificates and want a railway fare, but I can't help relieving
them and handing-over last Saturday's money. But a tender heart is not
much use if you make awkward remarks and quote people's own doings to
their faces, as capital jokes against somebody else! I got into
terrible trouble in that way with a caller only the other day, and if I
had had any sense I should have stopped in time, for I had plenty of
warning. Her face grew all stiff and rigid, and I wondered what in the
world had given Elsie such a cough all of a sudden. Is there any cure,
do you think, for a habit like this--anything I could do to make myself
careful?"
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