Lydia said, somewhat coldly:
"He was smarter than you were."
"H'm," said Arachne, noncommittally.
She laid the stone down and started to move about, trailing several threads from her spinnerets. Lydia drew away a little. For a moment she watched Arachne, who appeared to be engaged in a kind of doodling, then her eyes returned to the aquamarine.
"I have a little collection of stones myself. Not as good as Mrs. Ferris's, of course, but one or two nice ones amongst them," she remarked.
"Oh," said Arachne, absent-minded as she worked out her pattern.
"I I should rather like a nice aquamarine," said Lydia. "Suppose the door happened to have been left open just a little ."
"There!" said Arachne, with satisfaction. "Isn't that the prettiest doily you ever saw?"
She paused to admire her work.
Lydia looked at it, too. The pattern seemed to her to show a lack of subtlety, but she agreed tactfully. "It's delightful! Absolutely charming! I wish I could I mean, I don't know how you do it."
"One has just a little talent, you know," said Arachne, with undeceiving modesty. "You were saying something?" she added.
Lydia repeated her earlier remark.
"Not really worth my while," said Arachne. "I told you something has to happen, so why should I bother?"
She began to doodle again. Rapidly, though with a slightly abstracted air, she constructed another small lace mat suitable for the lower-income-bracket trade, and pondered over it for a moment. Presently she said:
"Of course, if it were to be made worth my while "
"I couldn't afford very much" began Lydia, with caution.
"Not money," said Arachne. "What on earth would I do with money? But I am a bit overdue for a holiday."
"Holiday?" Lydia repeated, blankly.
"There's a sort of alleviation clause," Arachne explained. "Lots of good curses have them. It's often something like being uncursed by a prince's kiss you know, something so improbable that it's a real outside chance, but gets the god a reputation for not being such a Shylock after all. Mine is that I'm allowed twenty-four hours' holiday in the year but I've scarcely ever had it." She paused, doodling an inch or two of lace edging. "You see," she added, "the difficult thing is to find someone willing to change places for twenty-four hours."
"Er yes, I can see it would be," said Lydia, detachedly.
Arachne put out one foreleg and spun the aquamarine round so that it glittered.
"Someone willing to change places," she repeated.
"Well er I er I don't think" Lydia tried.
"It's not at all difficult to get in and out of Mrs. Ferris's house not when you're my size," Arachne observed.
Lydia looked at the aquamarine. It wasn't possible to stop having a mental picture of the other stones that were lying bedded on black velvet in Mrs. Ferris's cabinet.
"Suppose one got caught?" she suggested.
"One need not bother about that except as an inconvenience. I should have to take over in twenty-four hours again, in any case," Arachne told her.
"Well I don't know" said Lydia, unwillingly.
Arachne spoke in a ruminative manner:
"I remember thinking how easy it would be to carry them out one by one, and hide them in a convenient hole," she said.
Lydia was never able to recall in detail the succeeding stages of the conversation, only that at some point where she was still intending to be tentative and hypothetical Arachne must have thought she was more definite. Anyway, one moment she was still standing beside the bench, and the next, it seemed, she was on it, and the thing had happened.
She didn't really feel any different, either. Six eyes did not seem any more difficult to manage than two, though everything looked exceedingly large, and the opposite wall very far away. The eight legs seemed capable of managing themselves without getting tangled, too.
"How do you? Oh, I see," she said.
"Steady on," said a voice from above. "That's more than enough for a pair of curtains you've wasted there. Take it gently, now. Always keep the word 'dainty' in mind. Yes, that's much better a little finer still. That's it. You'll soon get the idea. Now all you have to do is walk over the edge, and let yourself down on it."
"Er yes," said Lydia, dubiously. The edge of the bench seemed a long way from the floor.
The figure towering above turned as if to go, and then turned back on a thought that occurred to her.
"Oh, there's just one thing," she said. "About men."
"Men?" said Lydia.
"Well, male spiders. I mean, I don't want to come back and find that"
"No, of course not," agreed Lydia. "I shall be pretty busy, I expect. And I don't er think I feel much interested in male spiders, as a matter of fact."
"Well, I don't know. There's this business of like calling to like."
"I think it sort of probably depends on how long you have been like," suggested Lydia.
"Good. Anyway, it's not very difficult. He'll only be about a sixteenth of your size, so you can easily brush him off. Or you can eat him, if you like."
"Eat him!" exclaimed Lydia. "Oh, yes, I remember my husband said something no, I think I'll just brush him off, as you said."
"Just as you like. There's one thing about spiders, they're much better arranged to the female advantage. You don't have to go on being cumbered up with a useless male just because. You simply find a new one when you want him. It simplifies things a lot, really."
"I suppose so," said Lydia. "Still, in only twenty-four hours"
"Quite," said Arachne. "Well, I'll be off. I mustn't waste my holiday. You'll find you'll be quite all right once you get the hang of it. Goodbye till tomorrow." And she went out, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Lydia practiced her spinning a little more until she could be sure of keeping a fairly even thread. Then she went to the edge of the bench. After a slight hesitation she let herself over. It turned out to be quite easy, really.
Indeed, the whole thing turned out to be far easier than she had expected. She found her way to Mrs. Ferris's drawing-room, where the door of the cabinet had been carelessly left unlatched, and selected a nice fire-opal. There was no difficulty in discovering a small hole on the road side of the front bank in which the booty could be deposited for collection later. On the next trip she chose a small ruby, and the next time an excellently cut square zircon, and the operation settled down to an industrious routine which was interrupted by nothing more than the advances of a couple of male spiders who were easily bowled over with a flip of the front leg, and became discouraged.
By the late afternoon Lydia had accumulated quite a nice little hoard in the hole in the bank. She was in the act of adding a small topaz, and wondering whether she would make just one more trip, when a shadow fell across her. She froze quite still, looking up at a tall gangling form with knobbly joints, which really did look surprisingly spidery from that angle.
"Well, I'm damned," said Edward's voice, speaking to itself. "Another of them! Two in two days. Most extraordinary."
Then, before Lydia could make up her mind what to do, a sudden darkness descended over her, and presently she found herself being joggled along in a box.
A few minutes later she was under the bell jar that she had lifted off Arachne, with Edward bending over her, looking partly annoyed at finding that his specimen had escaped, and partly elated that he had recaptured it.
After that, there didn't seem to be much to do but doodle a few lace curtains for privacy, in the way Arachne had. It was a consoling thought that the stones were safely cached away, and that any time after the next twelve or thirteen hours she would be able to collect them at her leisure .