Humorous stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
The Pegasus people began now to manufacture a light cheap 6½ h.-p.
runabout car. It was entered for a reliability trial, and Mr. James
told me that I was to drive it. I was nearly off my head with joy
over that. Subsequently I nearly broke my heart over it. I’ll tell
the story as briefly as possible. I had already tried the car
thoroughly myself and did not know of anything in the same class to
touch it. I was not the least nervous; indeed, now I come to think
of it, I believe I have never been nervous. The first day it did
splendidly, and we were more than a minute ahead of everything up
Onslow Hill. The second day the car broke down, and Mr. James and
myself were unable to find what was wrong and put it right again
within the time limit. Nothing but the turn of a screw was required,
and a few minutes later we were ready to start, but our chance was
gone as far as that trial was concerned. Mr. James got a couple of
pressmen whom he knew to get up on the car, and we had a little
private demonstration. One of the pressmen afterwards wrote on the
question as to whether reliability trials really proved reliability.
I did not talk much during our run; I was too much upset by the
failure of the car. As soon as I could I got back to the muggy
little hotel.
Mr. James came in there and asked for me, and I went down to see him.
“What have you been crying for?” he said sharply.
“Nothing,” I said, which is what an ass of a woman would say.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he went on. “It was my fault for sleeping in
a bedroom. The next time I go in for one of these things I’ll sleep
on my car. That needle valve never went wrong by itself. Prove it?
Of course I can’t prove it. But I know it, though I am going to say
nothing about it.”
So far we had been standing up. He then sat down and immediately and
in rather a dictatorial way asked me if I would marry him.
I told him that I would not. He could do all these things without
appearing in the least to be a fool. It was I and not he who seemed
to be humiliated when I refused him.
I left the service of the Pegasus people in consequence. Mr. James
thought it would be better, and had no doubt whatever that he could
find me another post. So these external personal qualities which had
brought me fortune before, now cut off, for the time at least, the
profitable employment which I had found for myself by sheer hard work
and common sense.
I sometimes thought at this time that if there were no men in the
world women would get on a good deal better.
IX
A LOSS AND A GAIN
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