"'I'm just waiting to see him again for a few minutes,' I returned.
'It'll be all right. Have you got the ticket?'
"'Haven't seen it,' he replied.
"'About a column?' I suggested.
"'Three-quarters,' he preferred, and went.
"The moment he was gone, I slipped downstairs and met a printer's boy coming up.
"'What's the name of your sub?' I asked him. 'Tall man with a black moustache, looks tired.'
"'Oh, you mean Penton,' explained the boy.
"'That's the name,' I answered; 'couldn't think of it.'
"I walked straight into the editor; he was still irritable. 'What is it? What is it now?' he snapped out.
"'I only want the ticket for the Royalty Theatre,' I answered.
'Penton says you've got it.'
"'I don't know where it is,' he growled.
"I found it after some little search upon his desk.
"'Who's going?' he asked.
"'I am,' I said. And I went.
"They have never discovered to this day that I appointed myself.
Penton thinks I am some relation of the proprietress, and in consequence everybody treats me with marked respect. Mrs. Wallace herself, the proprietress, thinks I am the discovery of Penton, in whose judgment she has great faith; and with her I get on admirably.
The paper I don't think is doing too well, and the salary is small, but sufficient. Journalism suits my temperament, and I dare say I shall keep to it."
"You've been somewhat of a rolling stone hitherto," I commented.
He laughed. "From the stone's point of view," he answered, "I never could see the advantage of being smothered in moss. I should always prefer remaining the stone, unhidden, able to move and see about me.
But now, to speak of other matters, what are your plans for the immediate future? Your opera, thanks to the gentlemen, the gods have dubbed 'Goggles,' will, I fancy, run through the winter. Are you getting any salary?"
"Thirty shillings a week," I explained to him, "with full salary for matinees."
"Say two pounds," he replied. "With my three we could set up an establishment of our own. I have an idea that is original. Shall we work it out together?"
I assured him with fervour that nothing would please me better.
"There are four delightful rooms in Queen's Square," he continued.
"They are charmingly furnished: a fine sitting-room in the front, with two bedrooms and a kitchen behind. Their last tenant was a Polish Revolutionary, who, three months ago, poor fellow, was foolish enough to venture back to Russia, and who is now living rent free.
The landlord of the house is an original old fellow, Deleglise the engraver. He occupies the rest of the house himself. He has told me I can have the rooms for anything I like to offer, and I should suggest thirty shillings a week, though under ordinary circumstances they would be worth three or four pounds. But he will only let us have them on the understanding that we 'do for' ourselves. He is quite an oddity. He hates petticoats, especially elderly petticoats.
He has one servant, an old Frenchwoman, who, I believe, was housekeeper to his mother, and he and she do the housework together, most of their time quarrelling over it. Nothing else of the genus domestic female will he allow inside the door; not even an occasional charwoman would be permitted to us. On the other hand, it is a beautiful old Georgian house, with Adams mantelpieces, a stone staircase, and oak-panelled rooms; and our portion would be the entire second floor: no pianos and no landlady. He is a widower with one child, a girl of about fourteen or maybe a little older. Now, what do you say? I am a very fair cook; will you be house-and-parlour-maid?"
I needed no pressing. A week later we were installed there, and for nearly two years we lived there. At the risk of offending an adorable but somewhat touchy sex, convinced that man, left to himself, is capable of little more than putting himself to bed, and that only in a rough-and-ready fashion, truth compels me to record the fact that without female assistance or supervision of any kind we passed through those two years, and yet exist to tell the tale. Dan had not idly boasted. Better plain cooking I never want to taste; so good a cup of coffee, omelette, or devilled kidney I rarely have tasted. Had he always confined his efforts within the boundaries of his abilities, there would be little to record beyond continuous and monotonous success. But stirred into dangerous ambition at the call of an occasional tea or supper party, lured out of his depths by the example of old Deleglise, our landlord--a man who for twenty years had made cooking his hobby--Dan would at intervals venture upon experiment.
