"Well?" she said, delivering the word like a spear-thrust, with the full weight of a body behind it.
"I"ve brought Harvey back at last," I replied. "Here he is."
But it was at me she looked, not at the dog who had cast himself at her feet--looked as though she would have fished my soul out of my breast on the instant.
"Wha--what did you think of him? What did _you_ make of him?" she panted. I was too taken aback for the moment to reply. Her voice broke as she stooped to the dog at her knees. "O Harvey, Harvey! You utterly worthless old devil!" she cried, and the dog cringed and abased himself in servility that one could scarcely bear to look upon. I made to go.
"Oh, but please, you mustn"t!" She tugged at the car"s side. "Wouldn"t you like some flowers or some orchids? We"ve really splendid orchids, and"--she clasped her hands--"there are j.a.panese goldfish--real j.a.panese goldfish, with four tails. If you don"t care for "em, perhaps your friends or somebody--oh, please!"
Harvey had recovered himself, and I realised that this woman beyond the decencies was fawning on me as the dog had fawned on her.
"Certainly," I said, ashamed to meet her eye. "I"m lunching at Mittleham, but--"
"There"s plenty of time," she entreated. "What do _you_ think of Harvey?"
"He"s a queer beast," I said, getting out. "He does nothing but stare at me."
"Does he stare at you all the time he"s with you?"
"Always. He"s doing it now. Look!"
We had halted. Harvey had sat down, and was staring from one to the other with a weaving motion of the head.
"He"ll do that all day," I said. "What is it, Harvey?"
"Yes, what _is_ it, Harvey?" she echoed. The dog"s throat twitched, his body stiffened and shook as though he were going to have a fit. Then he came back with a visible wrench to his unwinking watch.
"Always so?" she whispered.
"Always," I replied, and told her something of his life with me. She nodded once or twice, and in the end led me into the house.
There were unaging pitch-pine doors of Gothic design in it; there were inlaid marble mantel-pieces and cut-steel fenders; there were stupendous wall-papers, and octagonal, medallioned Wedgwood what-nots, and black-and-gilt Austrian images holding candelabra, with every other refinement that Art had achieved or wealth had bought between 1851 and 1878. And everything reeked of varnish.
"Now!" she opened a baize door, and pointed down a long corridor flanked with more Gothic doors. "This was where we used to--to patch "em up.
You"ve heard of us. Mrs. G.o.dfrey told you in the garden the day I got Harvey given me. I"--she drew in her breath--"I live here by myself, and I have a very large income. Come back, Harvey."
He had tiptoed down the corridor, as rigid as ever, and was sitting outside one of the shut doors. "Look here!" she said, and planted herself squarely in front of me. "I tell you this because you--you"ve patched up Harvey, too. Now, I want you to remember that my name is Moira. Mother calls me Marjorie because it"s more refined; but my real name is Moira, and I am in my thirty-fourth year."
"Very good," I said. "I"ll remember all that."
"Thank you." Then with a sudden swoop into the humility of an abashed boy--""Sorry if I haven"t said the proper things. You see--there"s Harvey looking at us again. Oh, I want to say--if ever you want anything in the way of orchids or goldfish or--or anything else that would be useful to you, you"ve only to come to me for it. Under the will I"m perfectly independent, and we"re a long-lived family, worse luck!" She looked at me, and her face worked like gla.s.s behind driven flame. "I may reasonably expect to live another fifty years," she said.
"Thank you, Miss Sichliffe," I replied. "If I want anything, you may be sure I"ll come to you for it." She nodded. "Now I must get over to Mittleham," I said.
"Mr. Attley will ask you all about this." For the first time she laughed aloud. "I"m afraid I frightened him nearly out of the county. I didn"t think, of course. But I dare say he knows by this time he was wrong. Say good-bye to Harvey."
"Good-bye, old man," I said. "Give me a farewell stare, so we shall know each other when we meet again."
The dog looked up, then moved slowly toward me, and stood, head bowed to the floor, shaking in every muscle as I patted him; and when I turned, I saw him crawl back to her feet.
That was not a good preparation for the rampant boy-and-girl-dominated lunch at Mittleham, which, as usual, I found in possession of everybody except the owner.
"But what did the dromedary say when you brought her beast back?" Attley demanded.
"The usual polite things," I replied. "I"m posing as the nice doggy friend nowadays."
"I don"t envy you. She"s never darkened my doors, thank goodness, since I left Harvey at your place. I suppose she"ll run about the county now swearing you cured him. That"s a woman"s idea of grat.i.tude." Attley seemed rather hurt, and Mrs. G.o.dfrey laughed.
"That proves you were right about Miss Sichliffe, Ella," I said. "She had no designs on anybody."
"I"m always right in these matters. But didn"t she even offer you a goldfish?"
"Not a thing," said I. "You know what an old maid"s like where her precious dog"s concerned." And though I have tried vainly to lie to Ella G.o.dfrey for many years, I believe that in this case I succeeded.
When I turned into our drive that evening, Leggatt observed half aloud:
"I"m glad Zvengali"s back where he belongs. It"s time our Mike had a look in."
Sure enough, there was Malachi back again in spirit as well as flesh, but still with that odd air of expectation he had picked up from Harvey.
It was in January that Attley wrote me that Mrs. G.o.dfrey, wintering in Madeira with Milly, her unmarried daughter, had been attacked with something like enteric; that the hotel, anxious for its good name, had thrust them both out into a cottage annexe; that he was off with a nurse, and that I was not to leave England till I heard from him again.
In a week he wired that Milly was down as well, and that I must bring out two more nurses, with suitable delicacies.
Within seventeen hours I had got them all aboard the Cape boat, and had seen the women safely collapsed into sea-sickness. The next few weeks were for me, as for the invalids, a low delirium, clouded with fantastic memories of Portuguese officials trying to tax calves"-foot jelly; voluble doctors insisting that true typhoid was unknown in the island; nurses who had to be exercised, taken out of themselves, and returned on the tick of change of guard; night slides down gla.s.sy, cobbled streets, smelling of sewage and flowers, between walls whose every stone and patch Attley and I knew; vigils in stucco verandahs, watching the curve and descent of great stars or drawing auguries from the break of dawn; insane interludes of gambling at the local Casino, where we won heaps of unconsoling silver; blasts of steamers arriving and departing in the roads; help offered by total strangers, grabbed at or thrust aside; the long nightmare crumbling back into sanity one forenoon under a vine-covered trellis, where Attley sat hugging a nurse, while the others danced a noiseless, neat-footed breakdown never learned at the Middles.e.x Hospital. At last, as the tension came out all over us in aches and tingles that we put down to the country wine, a vision of Mrs. G.o.dfrey, her grey hair turned to spun-gla.s.s, but her eyes triumphant over the shadow of retreating death beneath them, with Milly, enormously grown, and clutching life back to her young breast, both stretched out on cane chairs, clamouring for food.
In this ungirt hour there imported himself into our life a youngish-looking middle-aged man of the name of Shend, with a blurred face and deprecating eyes. He said he had gambled with me at the Casino, which was no recommendation, and I remember that he twice gave me a basket of champagne and liqueur brandy for the invalids, which a sailor in a red-ta.s.selled cap carried up to the cottage for me at 3 A.M. He turned out to be the son of some merchant prince in the oil and colour line, and the owner of a four-hundred-ton steam yacht, into which, at his gentle insistence, we later shifted our camp, staff, and equipage, Milly weeping with delight to escape from the horrible cottage. There we lay off Funchal for weeks, while Shend did miracles of luxury and attendance through deputies, and never once asked how his guests were enjoying themselves. Indeed, for several days at a time we would see nothing of him. He was, he said, subject to malaria. Giving as they do with both hands, I knew that Attley and Mrs. G.o.dfrey could take n.o.bly; but I never met a man who so n.o.bly gave and so n.o.bly received thanks as Shend did.
"Tell us why you have been so unbelievably kind to us gipsies," Mrs.
G.o.dfrey said to him one day on deck.
He looked up from a diagram of some Thames-mouth shoals which he was explaining to me, and answered with his gentle smile:
"I will. It"s because it makes me happy--it makes me more than happy--to be with you. It makes me comfortable. You know how selfish men are? If a man feels comfortable all over with certain people, he"ll bore them to death, just like a dog. You always make me feel as if pleasant things were going to happen to me."
"Haven"t any ever happened before?" Milly asked.
"This is the most pleasant thing that has happened to me in ever so many years," he replied. "I feel like the man in the Bible, "It"s good for me to be here." Generally, I don"t feel that it"s good for me to be anywhere in particular." Then, as one begging a favour. "You"ll let me come home with you--in the same boat, I mean? I"d take you back in this thing of mine, and that would save you packing your trunks, but she"s too lively for spring work across the Bay."
We booked our berths, and when the time came, he wafted us and ours aboard the Southampton mail-boat with the pomp of plenipotentiaries and the precision of the Navy. Then he dismissed his yacht, and became an inconspicuous pa.s.senger in a cabin opposite to mine, on the port side.
We ran at once into early British spring weather, followed by sou"west gales. Mrs. G.o.dfrey, Milly, and the nurses disappeared. Attley stood it out, visibly yellowing, till the next meal, and followed suit, and Shend and I had the little table all to ourselves. I found him even more attractive when the women were away. The natural sweetness of the man, his voice, and bearing all fascinated me, and his knowledge of practical seamanship (he held an extra master"s certificate) was a real joy. We sat long in the empty saloon and longer in the smoking-room, making dashes downstairs over slippery decks at the eleventh hour.
It was on Friday night, just as I was going to bed, that he came into my cabin, after cleaning his teeth, which he did half a dozen times a day.
"I say," he began hurriedly, "do you mind if I come in here for a little? I"m a bit edgy." I must have shown surprise. "I"m ever so much better about liquor than I used to be, but--it"s the whisky in the suitcase that throws me. For G.o.d"s sake, old man, don"t go back on me to-night! Look at my hands!"
They were fairly jumping at the wrists. He sat down on a trunk that had slid out with the roll. We had reduced speed, and were surging in confused seas that pounded on the black port-gla.s.ses. The night promised to be a pleasant one!