The change from the drab surroundings of the King's Cross Road to Mrs.
Lambert's pretty house in South Kensington made Alexandra feel as though
she had escaped from purgatory. Hers was the temperament that withers
in a sad environment and expands in a bright one. Whilst in her
lodgings she had had to put up with dinginess and discomfort: Albert
Place was the antithesis of everything unpleasant. She seemed to breathe
more freely there.
The house was small, Georgian and white. Great wire baskets overflowing
with pink climbing geraniums hung from its porch and balcony. Between
its green iron railings and the front door was a strip of well-kept
garden full of shrubs and ferns kept fresh and glistening with a
constant supply of moisture.
Inside it was equally delightful. Mrs. Lambert had a nice taste for
form and color. Where Maggy would have put hot-toned plush and
burnished copper the actress had quiet soft brocades and silver. Her
furniture consisted mainly of delicate Georgian mahogany as decorative
as it was comfortable. Alexandra reveled in it all.
Then again, the change meant relief from anxiety. She had something to
do, she would be paid for it. For three months or more she would be
free from continuous alarm about the morrow. Here was occupation,
cleanliness, comfort, good food, agreeable companionship. Over and over
again she kept reminding herself of it.
The days that followed her arrival were busy ones. The tour was to
start in a fortnight. There was much shopping to do, packing,
preparation for it. The small part Alexandra was to play, that of a
parlormaid, did not take up much of her time rehearsing. Mrs. Lambert
did not rehearse at all. Her understudy relieved her of that duty.
Occasionally she would spend an hour watching her company and conferring
with her manager, but so long as things went on smoothly, as they
generally did, she avoided the theatrical side of her affairs as much as
she could.
The fact was, as Alexandra quickly found out, Mrs. Lambert disliked the
stage. She loved acting because she had a gift for it. But she was not
eaten up with her own achievements and was quite free from the
artificial manner and the petty interests of average stage-folk. Her
chief pleasure lay in getting away from London in her excellent Panhard
limousine on every available occasion and forgetting that she belonged
to the stage. Alexandra shared many a pleasant drive with her that hot
end of July, lunching in the shade of some quiet Surrey lane or the more
deserted parts of Richmond Park.
A day or two before they were to start on tour they met Maggy in a
Regent Street shop. Maggy's appearance was very striking. Her coloring
just now was more vivid than usual. She bloomed.
"Oh, Lexie!" she exclaimed, "I was half afraid you'd gone off without
saying good-by."
"You know I wouldn't have done that," Alexandra protested.
"I haven't given her a moment to herself," put in Mrs. Lambert. She was
looking at Maggy with the frank admiration of an unjealous woman. "Are
you great friends, you two?" she asked.
"We used to chum together," Maggy said. "Lexie is my patron saint."
"Well, then you must see more of her before she goes. Won't you come
and lunch with us to-morrow?--seventy-four, Albert Place."
"I should love to," Maggy answered eagerly. "May I really?"
"Yes, do," said Mrs. Lambert. "Half-past one."
She nodded, and Maggy moved away to join Woolf, who had come in. He
glanced curiously at Alexandra as she and Mrs. Lambert left the shop.
"That's Mrs. Lambert, with Lexie," Maggy told him. "I was just talking
to them. Mrs. Lambert asked me to lunch at her house. Isn't it kind of
her? She looked at me so nicely too. Our hearts seemed to shake hands."
Woolf had scarcely noticed Mrs. Lambert. He had only had eyes for
Alexandra, and was incensed because she had not acknowledged him.
"Your precious particular friend cut me," he said. "I suppose you saw
that."
"I'm sure she couldn't have seen you. Why should she cut you?"
Woolf had his own reasons for surmising why she had done so, but he was
not going to give them.
"I should like you to drop that friendship," he said vindictively.
"Drop Lexie? Me? You're joking!"
"I'm not."
Maggy very seldom argued with Woolf. Her subjugation was nearly
complete, but she still had some spirit left. She showed it now.
"I gave up living with Lexie to come to you," she reminded him.
"Do you regret it?"
"I don't, but I probably shall. Anyway, instead of turning up her nose
at me she's behaved like a darling. I couldn't go back on her. Why,
I--I'd rather have drowned Mrs. Slightly's kittens with my own hands
than been so mean as that!"
"Well, you needn't lunch with her at Mrs. Lambert's. You might meet
Lord Chalfont there."
"It's not in the least likely. But what would it matter if I did?"
"I don't like him."
"I thought you said you didn't know him?"
"I've never spoken to the bounder, if that's what you mean," said Woolf
testily.
"I don't understand you. You generally don't care what I do or where I
go when I'm not with you. When I see Lexie again I shall tell her
you're huffy with her."
Now Alexandra had not deliberately meant to cut Woolf. She would not
have done so out of consideration to Maggy; but as she had only seen his
reflection in one of the shop mirrors she did not consider it necessary
to turn round and bow to him. Besides, she knew he was the sort of man
Mrs. Lambert would not care about, and it was quite likely that if she
had acknowledged him he would have presumed on her good nature.
"What a lovely girl!" Mrs. Lambert said, when they were in the street.
"She's a joy to look at. Who was the man who joined her? I seem to
know his face. He looked Jewish."
"His name is Woolf."
"I wonder if he's the person who is exploiting Primus cars. He owns
some racehorses too, and a sporting paper."
"It's the same," said Alexandra.
"Lord Chalfont knows more about him than I do. He had him turned out of
his club. It's an exclusive one, and some thoughtless young fellow had
brought him in. I don't think he's very nice, dear. What a pity he
knows your friend."
Alexandra hesitated. She guessed that Mrs. Lambert had asked Maggy out
of consideration to herself. But if she knew that Woolf and Maggy were
intimate perhaps she would wish to rescind that invitation. Alexandra
did not want to be disloyal to Maggy, nor yet to let Mrs. Lambert be
deceived about her.
"Maggy thinks a lot of him," she hesitated. "I don't want to talk about
her because she is my friend, but--"
Mrs. Lambert laid her hand on Alexandra's for a moment.
"The majority of us have got a 'but' in our lives," she said in a
curious tone, and then added with apparent irrelevance, "Did I tell you
that Lord Chalfont will be staying with us on tour?"