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The Doves' Nest and Other Stories


There was an expression Rupert Henderson was very fond of using. " If you want my honest opinion . . ." He had an honest opinion on every subject under the sun, and nothing short of a passion for delivering it. But Archie Cullen's pet phrase was " I cannot honestly say . . ." Which meant that he had not really made up his mind. He had not really made up his mind on any subject whatsoever. Why ? Because he could not. He was unlike other men. He was minus something—or was it plus ? No matter. He was not in the least proud of the fact. It depressed him—one might go so far as to say—terribly at times.

Rupert and Archie lived together. That is to say, Archie lived in Rupert's rooms. Oh, he paid his share, his half in everything ; the arrangement was a purely, strictly business arrangement. But perhaps it was because Rupert had invited Archie that Archie remained always—his guest. They each had a page 161 bedroom, there was a common sitting-room, and a largeish bathroom which Rupert used as a dressing-room as well. The first morning after his arrival Archie had left his sponge in the bath-room, and a moment after there was a knock at his door and Rupert said, kindly but firmly, " Your sponge, I fancy." The first evening Archie had brought his tobacco jar into the sitting room and placed it on a corner of the mantelpiece. Rupert was reading the newspaper. It was a round china jar, the surface painted and roughened to represent a sea-urchin. On the lid was a spray of china seaweed with two berries for a knob. Archie was excessively fond of it. But after dinner, when Rupert took out his pipe and pouch, he suddenly fixed his eyes on this object, blew through his moustaches, gasped, and said in a wondering, astonished voice, " I say! Is that yours or Mrs. Head's ? " Mrs. Head was their landlady.

" It's mine," said Archie, and he blushed and smiled just a trifle timidly.

" I say ! " said Rupert again—this time very meaningly.

" Would you rather I . . ." said Archie, and he moved in his chair to get up.

" No, no! Certainly not! On no account ! " answered Rupert, and he actually raised his hand. " But perhaps "—and here he smiled at Archie and gazed about him— page 162 " perhaps we might find some spot for it that was a trifle less conspicuous."

The spot was not decided on, however, and Archie nipped his sole personal possession into his bedroom as soon as Rupert was out of the way.

But it was chiefly at meals that the attitude of host and guest was most marked. For instance, on each separate occasion, even before they sat down Rupert said, " Would you mind cutting the bread, Archie ? " Had he not made such a point of it, it is possible that Archie in a moment of abstractedness might have grasped the bread knife ... An unpleasant thought! Again, Archie was never allowed to serve. Even at breakfast, the hot dishes and the tea, both were dispensed by Rupert. True, he had half apologised about the tea; he seemed to feel the necessity of some slight explanation, there.

" I'm rather a fad about my tea," said he. " Some people, females especially, pour in the milk first. Fatal habit, for more reasons than one. In my opinion, the cup should be filled just so and the tea then coloured. Sugar, Archie ? "

" Oh, please," said Archie, almost bowing over the table. Rupert was so very impressive.

" But I suppose," said his friend, " you don't notice any of these little things." page 163 And Archie answered vaguely, stirring, " No, I don't suppose I do."

Rupert sat down and unfolded his napkin.

" It would be very inconsistent with your character and disposition," said he genially, " if you did ! Kidneys and bacon ? Scrambled eggs ? Either ? Both ? Which ? "

Poor Archie hated scrambled eggs, but, alas ! he was practically certain that scrambled eggs were expected of him too. This ' psychological awareness,' as Rupert called it, which existed between them, might after a time make things a trifle difficult. He felt a little abject as he murmured, " Eggs, please." And he saw by Rupert's expression that he had chosen right. Rupert helped him to eggs largely.