The Brother of Daphne
Dornford Yates
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THE BROTHER OF DAPHNE by Dornford Yates Chapter I Punch and Judy Chapter II Clothes and the man Chapter III When it was dark Chapter IV Adam and New Year's eve Chapter V The Judgement of Paris Chapter VI Which to adore Chapter VII Every picture tells a story Chapter VIII The Busy Beers Chapter IX A point of honour Chapter X Pride goeth before Chapter XI The love scene Chapter XII The order of the bath Chapter XIII A lucid interval Chapter XIV A private view Chapter XV All found CHAPTER I PUNCH AND JUDY "I said you'd do something," said Daphne, leaning back easily in her long chair. I stopped swinging my legs and looked at her. "Did you, indeed." I said coldly. My sister nodded dreamily. "Then you lied, darling. In your white throat," I said pleasantly. "By the way, d'you know if the petrol's come?" "I don't even care," said Daphne. "But I didn't lie, old chap. My word is- " "Your bond? Quite so. But not mine. The appointment I have in Town that day-" "Which day?" said Daphne, with a faint smile. "The fete day." "Ah!" It was a bazaar fete thing. Daphne and several others - euphemistically styled workers- had conspired and agreed together to obtain money by false pretences for and on behalf of a certain mission, to wit the Banana. I prefer to put it that way. There is a certain smack about the wording of an indictment. Almost a relish. The fact that two years before I had been let in for a stall and had defrauded fellow men and women of a considerable sum of money, but strengthened my determination not to be entrapped again. At the same time I realized that I was up against it. The crime in question was fixed for Wednesday or Thursday-so much I knew. But no more. There was the rub. I really could not toil up to Town two days running. "Let's see," I said carelessly," the fete's on- er- Wednesday, or Thursday, is it?" "Which day are you going up to Town?" said Daphne. I changed my ground. "The Bananas are all right," I said, lighting a cigarette. "They only ate a missionary the other day," said my sister. "That's bad," said I musingly. "To any nation the consumption of home produce is of vital- " "We want to make sixty pounds." "To go towards their next meal? How much do missionaries cost?" "To save their souls alive," said Daphne zealously. "I'm glad something's to be saved alive," said I. Before she could reply, tea began to appear. When the footman had retired to fetch the second instalment of accessories, I pointed the finger of scorn at the table, upon which he had set the tray. "That parody emanated from a bazaar," I said contemptuously. "It does for the garden," said my sister. "It'd do for anything," said I. " Its silly sides, its crazy legs-" "Crazy?" cried Daphne indignantly. "It'd bear an elephant." "What if it would?" I said severely. "It's months since we gave up the elephants." "Is the kettle ready?" "It boils not, neither does it sing." "For which piece of irreverence you will do something on Thursday." "My dear girl," I said hurriedly, " if it were not imperative for me to be in Town- " "You will do something on Thursday." I groaned. "And this," I said, "this is my mother's daughter! We have been nursed together, scolded together, dandled in the same arms. If she had not been the stronger of the two, we should have played with the same toys." I groaned again. Berry opened his eyes. "The value of a siesta upon a summer afternoon- " he began. I cut in with a bitter laugh. "What's he going to do?" I said. "Take a stall, of course," said Daphne. "Is he? said Berry comfortably. "Is he? If motoring with Jonah to Huntercombe, and playing golf all day, is not incompatible with taking a stall on Thursday, I will sell children's underwear and egg cosies with eclat. Otherwise- " "Golf," I said, "golf! Why don't I play golf?" "I know," said Berry; "because- " "Miserable man!" said Daphne. "Who?" said her husband. "You." Berry turned to me. "You hear?" he said. " Vulgar abuse. And why? Simply because a previous engagement denies to me the opportunity of subscribing to this charitable imposition. Humble as would have been my poor assistance, it would have been rendered with a willing heart. But there!" he sighed- " It may not be. The Bananas will never know, never realize how- By the way, who are the Bananas?" "The Bananas?" said I. "Surely you know the- " "Weren't at Ascot, were they?" "Not in the Enclosure. No. The bold, bad Bananas are in many ways an engaging race. Indeed, some of the manners and customs which they affect are of a quite peculiar interest. Let us look, brother, for a moment, at their clothing. At the first blush- I use the word advisedly- it would seem that, like the fruit from which they take their name- " "I thought you'd better do some tricks," said Daphne, throwing a dark look in my direction. "Of course," I said; "the very thing. I've always been so good at tricks." "I mean it," said Daphne. "Of course you do. What about the confidence trick? Can any lady oblige me with a public-house?" "She means trick-cycling, stupid," said Berry. "Riding backwards on one wheel while you count the ball-bearings." "Look here," I said, "if Berry could have come and smoked a cigarette, I wouldn't have minded trying to flick the ash off it with a hunting-whip." "Pity about that golf," mused Berry. "And you might have thrown knives round me afterwards. As it is, you'll have to recite." In a few telling sentences I intimated that I would do nothing of the kind. "I will appear," I said at last, "I will appear and run round generally, but I promise nothing more." "Nonsense," said my sister. "I have promised, and I'm not going to let you break my word. You are going to do something definite." "Desperate?" "Definite. You have three days in which to get ready. There's Jill calling me. We're going to run over to Barley to whip up the Ashton crowd. D'you think we've enough petrol?" "I don't even care," said I. Daphne laughed softly. Then: "I must go," she said, getting up. "Give me a cigarette and tell me if you think this dress'll do. I'm going to change my shoes." "If," said I, producing my cigarette-case, "if you were half as nice as you invariably look- " "That's a dear," she said, taking a cigarette. "And now, good-bye." I watched her retreating figure gloomily. Berry began to recite 'We are Seven.' Thursday morning broke cloudless and brilliant. I saw it break. Reluctantly, of course; I am not in the habit of rising at cock-crow. But on this occasion I rose because I could not sleep. When I went to bed on Wednesday night, I lay awake thinking deeply about what I was to do on the morrow. Daphne had proved inexorable. My brain, usually so fertile, had become barren, and for my three days' contemplation of the subject I had absolutely nothing to show. It was past midnight before I fell into a fitful slumber, only to be aroused three hours and a half later by the sudden burst of iniquity with which two or more cats saw fit to shake the silence of the rose-garden. As I threw out the boot-jack, I noticed the dawn. And as further sleep seemed out of the question, I decided to dress and go out into the woods. When I slipped out of Knight's Bottom into the sunlit road to find myself face to face with a Punch and Judy show, I was not far from being momentarily disconcerted. For a second it occurred to me that I might be dreaming, but, though I listened carefully, I could hear no cats, so I sat down on the bank by the side of the road and prepared to contemplate the phenomenon. When I say 'Punch and Judy show' I am wrong. Although what I saw suggested the proximity of a Punch and a Judy, to say nothing of the likelihood of a show, I did not, as a matter of fact, descry any one of the three. The object that presented itself to my view was the tall, rectangular booth, gaudy and wide-mouthed, with which, until a few years ago, the streets of London were so familiar. Were! Dear old Punch and Judy, how quickly you are becoming a thing of the past! How soon you will have gone the way of Jack-i'-the Green, Pepper's Ghost, the Maypole, and many another old friend! Out of the light into the darkness. The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and in a little space men shall be content to wonder at your ancient memory as their grandfathers marvelled at that of the frolics of my Lord of Misrule. However. There was the booth. But that was all. It stood quite alone at the side of the white road. I walked round it. Nothing. I glanced up and down the road, but there was no one in sight. I had been feeling hungry, for it was seven o'clock; but this was better than breakfast, and I returned to the bank. The little red curtains fluttered, as a passing breeze caught them, and I marked how bright and new they looked. It was certainly in good condition- this booth. "Well?" said a voice. "Well?" said I. A pause. A girl's voice it was: coming from within the booth. "You seem rather surprised," said the voice. "No, no," I said, "not really surprised. Only a little staggered. You see, I know so few booths." "What are you doing here?" "To be frank, booth, I'm waiting." "I'm waiting, too." "So?" said I. "I wait, you wait, let us wait, ye shall have been about to see, they would- " "What are you waiting for?" "Developments. And you?" "My breakfast." I looked up and down the road. "I don't see it coming," I said anxiously. "What's it look like?" "Milk. You don't happen to have any, I suppose?" I felt in my pockets. "There, now," I said, "I must have left it on the piano. I got up rather hurriedly this morning," I added apologetically. "Never mind." "I'll tell you what, booth, I'll go and get some." "No, thanks very much. Don't you bother; it'll come along presently." "Are you sure? This isn't 'The Blue Bird.'" "Yes, it's all right- really." There was another pause. Then: "Hadn't you better be getting back to breakfast?" said the girl. "Not much," said I. "I don't run up against booths every day. Besides- " "Besides what?" "Well, booth, I'm awfully curious." "What do you want to know?" "You're very good." "I didn't say I'd tell you." "I'll risk that. In a word, why are you?" "Ah!" I waited in silence for a few moments. At length: "Suppose," she said slowly, "suppose a bet had been made." "A bet?" "A bet." "Shocking! Go on." "Well? Isn't that enough?" "Nothing like." "I don't think much of your imagination." I raised my eyes to heaven. "A prophet is not without honour," I quoted. "Is this your own country?" "It is." "Oh, I say, you'd be the very man!" "I am," I said. "Refuse substitutes." It gradually appeared that, in a rash moment, she had made some silly wager that she could give a Punch and Judy show on her own in the village of Lynn Hammer and the vicinity. Of course, she had not meant it. She had spoken quite idly, secure in the very impracticability of the thing. But certain evil-disposed persons- referred to mysteriously as 'they'-had fastened greedily upon her words, and, waving aside her objection that she had no paraphernalia, deliberately proceeded to provide the same, that she might have no excuse. The booth was run up, the puppets procured. The gentle hint that she wanted to withdraw had been let fall at the exact moment with deadly effect, and- the wicked work was done. She had been motored over and here set down, complete with booth, half an hour ago. They were going to look back later, just to see how she was getting on. The ordeal was to be over and the wager won by six o'clock, and she might have the assistance of a native in her whimsical venture. "Right up to the last I believe the brutes thought I would cry off," she said. "I very nearly did, too, when it came to it. Only I saw Peter smiling. It is rather a hopeless position, isn't it?" "It was. But now that you've got your native- " "Oh!" she said. Then: "But I've got one." "Where?" "He's getting the milk." "I don't believe he is. Anyway, you can discharge him and take me on. I've been out of work for years. Besides, you've been sent. In your advent I descry the finger of Providence." "I wish I did. What do you mean?" "This day," I said, "I am perforce a zealot." "A what?" "A zealot- a Banana zealot. You, too, shall be a zealot. We will unite our zeal, and this day light such a candle- " "The man's mad," she said. "Quite mad." I explained. "You see," I said, "it's like this. Simply miles away, somewhere south south and by south of us, there are a lot of heathen. They're called Bananas. I don't know very much about it, but there seems to be a sort of understanding that we should keep them in missionaries. So every now and then the 'worker' push here get up a fete thing and take money off people. Then they find one and send him out. Well, there's one of these stunts on this afternoon, and I've been let in to do something. That's why I look so pale and interesting. The last day or two I've been desperate about it. But now..." "Now what?" "If you'd let me help you to-day, we could take the show to the fete and simply rake it in. It's a splendid way of winning your bet, too. Oh, booth, isn't it obvious that you've been sent?" "It certainly would be nicer than giving performances about the village," she said musingly. "If only I knew you- " "You don't know the fellow who isn't getting the milk," I objected. "That's different. He'd be only a servant." "I would be the same." There was a pause. A rabbit loped into the road and blinked curiously at the booth. Then he saw me and beat a hasty retreat. "It is in a good cause," I urged. "You don't know the Bananas; they're absurdly- er -straight." "It's all very well for you," she said; "you know everybody here. But it would be an impossible position for me; I don't know a soul. Now, if we were both strangers- " "Well?" "Well, then they wouldn't worry as to who we were and what we had to do with one another." "Then let's both be strangers." "How can you be strange to order?" " Hush!" I said. "I will disguise me. At home I have put away a Pierrot dress not one of them knows anything about, and I think I can raise a mask. If I- " A stifled exclamation from the booth made me look up. Framed in its mouth, her arms folded and resting on the ledge, was the girl. What I could see of her was dressed as a Pierrot. Her hair was concealed under a black silk cap, and the familiar white felt conical hat sat jauntily over one ear. A straight, white nose, and a delicate chin, red lips parted and smiling a little, such a smile as goes always with eyebrows just raised, very alluring- so much only I saw. For the rest, a strip of black velvet made an irritating mask. I made her a low bow. "I can see this is going to be a big thing," I said, " Won't you come down?" "I haven't even said I'll take you," "Please." "You're sure to be recognized, and then, what about me?" "Oh, no, I shan't. If necessary, I'll wear a false nose. I've got one somewhere." "Here's my milk." I looked round and beheld a small boy approaching with a jug. "Was that the best you could do in the native line?" "You needn't sneer. I'm not over-confident about my second venture." "Well, a knave's better than a fool, any day." "I'm sure I hope so." She slipped down out of sight into the booth again, to reappear a moment later in the road: and by her side a beautiful white bull-terrier, a Toby ruff about his sturdy neck. "Good man," said my lady, pointing a finger at me. "Good man." The dog came forward, wagging his tail. I stooped and spoke with him. Then I turned to his mistress. She had discarded her white hat and drawn on a long dust-coat, which reached almost to her ankles. She held it close about her, as she walked. It showed off her slim figure to great advantage. Below, the wide edges of white duck trousers just appeared above shining insteps and high heeled shoes. When the urchin had come up, she took the jug from him with both hands. "I shall have to drink out of it," she said, raising it to her lips with a smile. "Of course. Why not? Only ..." I hesitated. "What?" "Hadn't you better- I mean, won't the mask get in your way?" She lowered the jug and looked at me. "No; it won't get in the way. Thanks all the same," she said steadily. "Not all to-day." "It's in the way now." "Not my way." I saw her eyes watching my face as she drank, and when she took the jug from her lips she was smiling. We had some difficulty in persuading the boy to leave us; but at length, a heavy bribe, coupled with the assurance that we should be at the fete in the afternoon, had the desired effect, and he went slowly away. Thereafter we took counsel together. As a result, it was decided that we should fold the booth -it shut up like a screen- and convey it, puppets and all, a little way into the wood. It was early yet, but some people would be passing along the road, and we were not yet ready to combat the curiosity that the appearance of a Punch and Judy show would be sure to arouse. That done, she would lie close in the wood with Toby, while I made off home and changed. As I started off, after settling her in the bracken, I heard the village clock strike the half-hour. Half-past seven. I gained the house unobserved. No one was abroad except the servants, but I heard Daphne singing in the bathroom. I had worn the Pierrot dress two years ago at a fancy-dress ball. There it lay with its mask at the bottom of the wardrobe. The change was soon completed, and I stood up a proper Folly, from the skull cap upon my crown to the pumps upon my feet. It took some time to find the nose, but luck was with me, and at last I ran it to earth in an old collar-box. Truly an appalling article, it stuck straight out from my face like a fat, fiery peg, but between that and the mask, my disguise would defy detection. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. Sitting down, I scribbled a note to Daphne to the effect that, owing to a sleepless night, my nerve had forsaken me, and that, unable to face the terror of the bazaar, I had fled to Town, and should not be back till late. I added that I should be with her in the spirit, which, after all, was the main thing. I put on a long overcoat and a soft hat. The nose went into one pocket, the mask into another. Then I went cautiously downstairs and into the dining-room. It was empty, and breakfast was partially laid.Next All
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