Letty was relieved of the necessity of answering by the entrance of William with the tray, after which her task became easier. Used to making “a good cup of tea” in an ordinary way, the doing it with this formal ceremoniousness was only a matter of revision. As if it was yesterday she recalled the instructions 194 given to Luciline Lynch, “Lemon?—cream?—one lump?—two lumps?” so that Miss Walbrook was startled by her readiness. She, Miss Walbrook, was betrayed, in fact, into some confusion of personality, stating that she would have cream and no sugar, and that furthermore Englishmen like herself ’ardly ever took lemon in their tea, and in her opinion no one ever did to whom the tea-drinking ’abit was ’abitual.
“It’s a question of tyste,” Miss Walbrook continued, sipping with a soft siffling noise in the way he considered to be ladylike. “Them that ’as drunk tea with their mother’s milk, as you might sye, ’ll tyke cream and sugar, one or both; but them that ’as picked up the ’abit in lyter life ’ll often condescend to lemon.”
What the rehearsal did for Letty was to make the mechanical task familiar, while she concentrated her attention on Miss Walbrook.
It has to be admitted that to Barbara Walbrook Letty was a shock. Having worked for two years in the Bleary Street Settlement she had her preconceived ideas of what she was to find, and she found something so different that her first consciousness was that of being “sold.”
Steptoe had received her at the door, and having ushered her into the drawing-room announced, “Miss Barbara Walbrook,” as if she had been calling on a duchess. From the semi-obscurity of the back drawing-room a small lithe figure came forward a step or two. The small lithe figure was wearing a tea-gown of which so practiced an eye as Miss Walbrook’s could not but estimate the provenance and value, while a sweet voice said:
“I’m so glad to be at home, Miss Walbrook. Do let me ring for tea.”
Before a protest could be voiced the bell had been rung, so that Miss Walbrook found herself sitting in the chair Steptoe had used in the morning, and listening to her hostess as you listen to people in a dream.
“Beautiful weather for October, isn’t it? Some of these October days’ll be just like summer time. And then again there’ll be a nip in the wind that’ll fairly freeze you. A good time of year to get out your furs, isn’t it? and I’m sure I hope the moths ain’t—haven’t—got at them. Awfully nasty things moths––”
Letty’s further efforts were interrupted by William bearing the tray as he had borne it in the morning, and in the minutes of silence while he placed it Miss Walbrook could go through the mental process known as pulling oneself together.