The Career of Katherine Bush. Glyn Elinor
on that Saturday:
"You must go now, G. I am expecting a new secretary."
"How will you get on without Miss Arnott, Seraphim? I thought she was irreplaceable."
"So she is – I am interviewing quite a new type – she has been a moneylender's shorthand typist."
Mr. Strobridge raised his eyebrows – and smiled his whimsical smile. His Aunt Sarah always was original.
"Then I'll leave you – Beatrice has at last made up her mind not to chuck the Arberrys, so we motor down at three o'clock."
"Has Beatrice been unusually tiresome?"
"N-no – she has been writing odes all the morning."
"You ought never to have married, G. – You would not have if Alice Southerwood had not become a widow – a man can't always face his obvious obligations."
Gerard Strobridge laughed.
"Then I shall kiss your hand and say farewell until next week – wisest of aunts!"
He suited the action to the word, and left the room just as the butler was about to open the door and announce:
"Miss Bush, Your Ladyship."
He glanced quickly at Katherine – this was the young person who would take the estimable Miss Arnott's place, he supposed. She was quite ordinary looking. – He went on down the stairs.
"Come and sit here in the light, please," Lady Garribardine said, as Katherine Bush came towards her.
It was a very well-arranged Katherine, in the best blue serge – and a new hat – not of Gladys' choosing. The mop of hair was twisted tight without the least pretension to express "the look," – some grey suede gloves – bought in Paris by Lord Algy – were on the wonderful hands which remained perfectly still in their owner's lap.
"How old are you?" asked Lady Garribardine by way of a beginning.
"I was twenty-two last September." There was not a trace of nervousness in Katherine Bush's deep voice – indeed she felt none.
"And what does your family consist of – what is your status in life?" Lady Garribardine felt perhaps she ought to ascertain this before going further.
"We are just middle class. My father was an auctioneer at Bindon's Green where we live. He and my mother are both dead. I have a sister who is a saleswoman at Madame Ermantine's, the others are at home. My eldest brother has taken father's place, the younger one is in a bank."
"And how long have you been at this business?"
"Since I was nineteen – before that I kept the accounts at a pork butcher's."
"Indeed! – And what makes you think you would be capable of filling my situation?"
"It is not very easy to be a competent moneylender's secretary and a shorthand writer."
"No – perhaps not."
"Mr. Livingston and Mr. Devereux will tell you that I did not make a failure of it."
"Really?"
Katherine was silent.
"Really," Lady Garribardine repeated again. "You mean that you think you can pick up things quickly."
"Yes."
"It is certainly an advantage. I hoped to find something exceptional when I advertised."
"Yes, I noticed that – and it was because your advertisement was unusual that I applied for the post."
She rather wondered if she ought to have put in any "Ladyships"; she remembered Hanson, Lord Algy's valet, was very prodigal of such marks of respect – that is what had deterred her. Liv and Dev often used them, too – to new and prosperously connected clients – but she did not wish to be subservient more than was necessary. She would watch and listen – as she had watched about the oysters.
"Can you read aloud?"
Lady Garribardine was fixing her with her flashing brown eyes, which contrasted so unfavourably with the bronze-gold wig she wore so bravely.
"I have never tried. If I did it wrong the first time and you corrected me, I expect I wouldn't do it twice."
"That is something – and your voice is refined – you did not acquire that at the – er – pork butcher's?"
"No, I acquired it by listening to members of the upper classes who came to borrow money – I had a cockney twang like my sisters, I daresay, in the beginning."
"That shows you can learn things."
"Yes, it is only stupid people who can't."
"You are not stupid, then?"
"No, but Mr. Livingston or Mr. Devereux can tell you; either will speak for me."
Lady Garribardine was amused; she digressed a little from her cross-examination.
"You found Jews agreeable to work with?"
"Very. You know where you are with them. They do not pretend, and they are very generous."
"In-deed!"
"Yes – people have a preconceived notion of Jews, I find – quite faulty as a rule – they know what to pay for – they are far less fools than other races. I respect them."
"That is most interesting."
Katherine was silent again.
"Why did you leave them?" – after a pause in which Lady Garribardine was pitilessly scrutinising her possible secretary.
"Because I had learned all that I could there, and I wanted a new vista – "
"And you think you would find it with me?"
"With any lady in your world – you can learn things wherever you go, if you wish to."
"Very true. And how about French – you speak that?"
Katherine Bush reddened a little. A memory came to her of the profound shock that the French of Paris had been to her ear.
"I can write it quite correctly – but I have discovered that my pronunciation is ridiculous." She confessed it quite frankly.
"How did that happen?"
"I taught it to myself – mostly – and then I heard it spoken – and I knew mine would sound wrong."
"Do you think you could overcome that?"
"Yes, if I were in France long enough."
"Have you travelled?"
"No – not really. I have been to Paris for a holiday once – I have only learnt about places."
"And English literature?"
"It is the thing I care most for – I have read a great many books. I read usually until about one in the morning."
"Have you a good temper? You are not uppish, eh?"
"I suppose it depends – I know that when you take money to do a thing you have got to do it, and put up with orders and manners that you would not stand for one second if you were the person paying."
"That is quite a good definition of respectful service."
"It is common sense."
"You appear to have some of that."
Again silence.
"I have not a good temper!" Lady Garribardine laughed – she was greatly diverted.
"I guessed not."
"How?"
"I had to read characters quickly at Livingston and Devereux's – "
"You are observant?"
"I think so – "
"Can you play the piano?"
"I could once, and I had a queer gift for reading the notes – but I have never practised since we had a gramophone – I grew to loathe music."
"That is hopeful – "
Then