After all there was no reason for her to put on airs.
It was true that her father had been a Colonial Governor and of course it was very grand while it lasted - every one stood up when you entered a room and men took off their hats to you as you passed in your car - but what could be more insignificant than a Colonial Governor when he had retired?
Dorothy Townsend's father lived on a pension in a small house at Earl's Court.
Kitty's mother would think it a dreadful bore if she asked her to call.
Kitty's father, Bernard Garstin, was а К. C.* and there was no reason why he should not be made a judge one of these days.
Anyhow they lived in South Kensington.
IV
KITTY, coming to Hong Kong on her marriage, had found it hard to reconcile herself to the fact that her social position was determined by her husband's occupation.
Of course every one had been very kind and for two or three months they had gone out to parties almost every night; when they dined at Government House the Governor took her in as a bride; but she had understood quickly that as the wife of the Government bacteriologist she was of no particular consequence.
It made her angry.
"It's too absurd," she told her husband. "Why, there's hardly any one here that one would bother about for five minutes at home.
Mother wouldn't dream of asking any of them to dine at our house."
"You mustn't let it worry you," he answered. "It doesn't really matter, you know."
"Of course it doesn't matter, it only shows how stupid they are, but it is rather funny when you think of all the people who used to come to our house at home that here we should be treated like dirt."
"From a social standpoint the man of science does not exist," he smiled.
She knew that now, but she had not known it when she married him.
"I don't know that it exactly amuses me to be taken in to dinner by the agent of the P. and O.," she said, laughing in order that what she said might not seem snobbish.
Perhaps he saw the reproach behind her lightness of manner, for he took her hand and shyly pressed it.
"I'm awfully sorry, Kitty dear, but don't let it vex you."
"Oh, I'm not going to let it do that."
V
IT couldn't have been Walter that afternoon.
It must have been one of the servants and after all they didn't matter.
Chinese servants knew everything anyway.
But they held their tongues.
Her heart beat a little faster as she remembered the way in which that white china knob slowly turned.
They mustn't take risks like that again.
It was better to go to the curio shop.
No one who saw her go in would think anything of it, and they were absolutely safe there.
The owner of the shop knew who Charlie was and he was not such a fool as to put up the back of the Assistant Colonial Secretary.
What did anything matter really but that Charlie loved her?
She turned away from the verandah and went back into her sitting-room. She threw herself down on the sofa and stretched out her hand to get a cigarette.
Her eye caught sight of a note lying on the top of a book. She opened it.
It was written in pencil.
Dear Kitty,
Here is the book you wanted.
I wasjust going to send it when I met Dr. Fane and he said he'd bring it round him -self as he was passing the house.
V.H.
She rang the bell and when the boy came asked him who had brought the book and when.
"Master bring it, missy, after tiffin," he answered.
Then it had been Walter.
She rang up the Colonial Secretary's office at once and asked for Charlie. She told him what she had just learned.
There was a pause before he answered.
"What shall I do?" she asked.
"I'm in the middle of an important consultation.
I'm afraid I can't talk to you now.
My advice to you is to sit tight."
She put down the receiver.
She understood that he was not alone and she was impatient with his business.
She sat down again, at a desk, and resting her face in her hands sought to think out the situation.