Chapter VI
Martha Wallingford was a young person of direct methods. She scorned subterfuges. Another of her age and sex might have gone to bed with a headache, not she. She sat absolutely still beside her window, quite in full view of the departing members of the Zenith Club, had they taken the trouble to glance in that direction, and some undoubtedly did, and she remained there; presently she heard her hostess's tiny rap on the door. Martha did not answer, but after a repeated rap and wait, Margaret chose to assume that she did, and entered. Margaret knelt in a soft flop of scented lingerie beside the indignant young thing. She explained, she apologised, she begged, she implored Martha to put on that simply ravishing gown which she had worn the evening before; she expatiated at length upon the charms of the people whom she had invited to dinner, but Martha spoke not at all until she was quite ready. Then she said explosively, “I won't.”
She was silent after that. Margaret recognised the futility of further entreaties. She went down stairs and confided in Wilbur. “I never saw such an utterly impossible girl,” she said; “there she sits and won't get dressed and come down to dinner.”
“She is a freak, must be, most of these writer people are freaks,” said Wilbur sympathetically. “Poor old girl, and I suppose you have got up a nice dinner too.”
“A perfectly charming dinner and invited people to meet her.”
“How did she do her stunt this afternoon?”
Margaret flushed. “None too well,” she replied.
“Oh, well, dear, I don't see how you are to blame.”
“I can say that Miss Wallingford is not well, I suppose,” said Margaret, and that was what she did say, but with disastrous results.
Margaret, ravishing in white lace, sprinkled with little gold butterflies, had taken her place at the head of her table. Emma was serving the first course and she was making her little speech concerning the unfortunate indisposition of her guest of honour when she was suddenly interrupted by that guest herself, an image of sulky wrath, clad in the blue and black costume pertaining to South Mordan, Illinois.