"Yes; but there was a speech by a gentleman from Siskyou that struck me as being nearer to the purpose."
"That"s so,--I heard it as I came in," said Mr. Rushbrook, calmly. "I don"t know but you"re right."
CHAPTER IV
Six months had pa.s.sed. The Villa of Maecenas was closed at Los Osos Canyon, and the southwest trade-winds were slanting the rains of the wet season against its shut windows and barred doors. Within that hollow, deserted sh.e.l.l, its aspect--save for a single exception--was unchanged; the furniture and decorations preserved their eternal youth undimmed by time; the rigidly-arranged rooms, now closed to life and light, developed more than ever their resemblance to a furniture warehouse.
The single exception was the room which Grace Nevil had rearranged for herself; and that, oddly enough, was stripped and bare--even to its paper and mouldings.
In other respects, the sealed treasures of Rushbrook"s villa, far from provoking any sentimentality, seemed only to give truth to the current rumor that it was merely waiting to be transformed into a gorgeous watering-place hotel under Rushbrook"s direction; that, with its new ball-room changed into an elaborate dining-hall, it would undergo still further improvement, the inevitable end and object of all Rushbrook"s enterprise; and that its former proprietor had already begun another villa whose magnificence should eclipse the last. There certainly appeared to be no limit to the millionaire"s success in all that he personally undertook, or in his fortunate complicity with the enterprise and invention of others. His name was a.s.sociated with the oldest and safest schemes, as well as the newest and boldest--with an equal guarantee of security. A few, it was true, looked doubtingly upon this "one man power," but could not refute the fact that others had largely benefited by a.s.sociation with him, and that he shared his profits with a royal hand. Some objected on higher grounds to his brutalizing the influence of wealth by his material and extravagantly practical processes, instead of the gentler suggestions of education and personal example, and were impelled to point out the fact that he and his patronage were vulgar. It was felt, however, by those who received his benefits, that a proper sense of this inferiority was all that ethics demanded of them. One could still accept Rushbrook"s barbaric gifts by humorously recognizing the fact that he didn"t know any better, and that it pleased him, as long as they resented any higher pretensions.
The rain-beaten windows of Rushbrook"s town house, however, were cheerfully lit that December evening. Mr. Rushbrook seldom dined alone; in fact, it was popularly alleged that very often the unfinished business of the day was concluded over his bountiful and perfect board.
He was dressing as James entered the room.
"Mr. Leyton is in your study, sir; he will stay to dinner."
"All right."
"I think, sir," added James, with respectful suggestiveness, "he wants to talk. At least, sir, he asked me if you would likely come downstairs before your company arrived."
"Ah! Well, tell the others I"m dining on BUSINESS, and set dinner for two in the blue room."
"Yes, sir."
Meanwhile, Mr. Leyton--a man of Rushbrook"s age, but not so fresh and vigorous-looking--had thrown himself in a chair beside the study fire, after a glance around the handsome and familiar room. For the house had belonged to a brother millionaire; it had changed hands with certain shares of "Water Front,"--as some of Rushbrook"s dealings had the true barbaric absence of money detail,--and was elegantly and tastefully furnished. The cuckoo had, however, already laid a few characteristic eggs in this adopted nest, and a white marble statue of a nude and ill-fed Virtue, sent over by Rushbrook"s Paris agent, and unpacked that morning, stood in one corner, and materially brought down the temperature. A j.a.panese praying-throne of pure ivory, and, above it, a few yards of improper, colored exposure by an old master, equalized each other.
"And what is all this affair about the dinner?" suddenly asked a tartly-pitched female voice with a foreign accent.
Mr. Leyton turned quickly, and was just conscious of a faint shriek, the rustle of a skirt, and the swift vanishing of a woman"s figure from the doorway. Mr. Leyton turned red. Rushbrook lived en garcon, with feminine possibilities; Leyton was a married man and a deacon. The incident which, to a man of the world, would have brought only a smile, fired the inexperienced Leyton with those exaggerated ideas and intense credulity regarding vice common to some very good men. He walked on tip-toe to the door, and peered into the pa.s.sage. At that moment Rushbrook entered from the opposite door of the room.
"Well," said Rushbrook, with his usual practical directness, "what do you think of her?"
Leyton, still flushed, and with eyebrows slightly knit, said, awkwardly, that he had scarcely seen her.
"She cost me already ten thousand dollars, and I suppose I"ll have to eventually fix up a separate room for her somewhere," continued Rushhrook.
"I should certainly advise it," said Leyton, quickly, "for really, Rushbrook, you know that something is due to the respectable people who come here, and any of them are likely to see"--
"Ah!" interrupted Rushbrook, seriously, "you think she hasn"t got on clothes enough. Why, look here, old man--she"s one of the Virtues, and that"s the rig in which they always travel. She"s a "Temperance" or a "Charity" or a "Resignation," or something of that kind. You"ll find her name there in French somewhere at the foot of the marble."
Leyton saw his mistake, but felt--as others sometimes felt--a doubt whether this smileless man was not inwardly laughing at him. He replied, with a keen, rapid glance at his host:--
"I was referring to some woman who stood in that doorway just now, and addressed me rather familiarly, thinking it was you."
"Oh, the Signora," said Rushbrook, with undisturbed directness; "well, you saw her at Los Osos last summer. Likely she DID think you were me."
The cool ignoring of any ulterior thought in Leyton"s objection forced the guest to be equally practical in his reply.
"Yes, but the fact is that Miss Nevil had talked of coming here with me this evening to see you on her own affairs, and it wouldn"t have been exactly the thing for her to meet that woman."
"She wouldn"t," said Rushbrook, promptly; "nor would YOU, if you had gone into the parlor as Miss Nevil would have done. But look here! If that"s the reason why you didn"t bring her, send for her at once; my coachman can take a card from you; the brougham"s all ready to fetch her, and there you are. She"ll see only you and me." He was already moving towards the bell, when Leyton stopped him.
"No matter now. I can tell you her business, I fancy; and in fact, I came here to speak of it, quite independently of her."
"That won"t do, Leyton," interrupted Rushbrook, with crisp decision.
"One or the other interview is unnecessary; it wastes time, and isn"t business. Better have her present, even if she don"t say a word."
"Yes, but not in this matter," responded Leyton; "it"s about Somers. You know he"s been very attentive to her ever since her uncle left her here to recruit her health, and I think she fancies him. Well, although she"s independent and her own mistress, as you know, Mrs. Leyton and I are somewhat responsible for her acquaintance with Somers,--and for that matter so are you; and as my wife thinks it means a marriage, we ought to know something more positive about Somers"s prospects. Now, all we really know is that he"s a great friend of yours; that you trust a good deal to him; that he manages your social affairs; that you treat him as a son or nephew, and it"s generally believed that he"s as good as provided for by you--eh? Did you speak?"
"No," said Rushbrook, quietly regarding the statue as if taking its measurement for a suitable apartment for it. "Go on."
"Well," said Leyton, a little impatiently, "that"s the belief everybody has, and you"ve not contradicted it. And on that we"ve taken the responsibility of not interfering with Somers"s attentions."
"Well?" said Rushbrook, interrogatively.
"Well," replied Leyton, emphatically, "you see I must ask you positively if you HAVE done anything, or are you going to do anything for him?"
"Well," replied Rushbrook, with exasperating coolness, "what do you call this marriage?"
"I don"t understand you," said Leyton.
"Look here, Leyton," said Rushbrook, suddenly and abruptly facing him; "Jack Somers has brains, knowledge of society, tact, accomplishments, and good looks: that"s HIS capital as much as mine is money. I employ him: that"s his advertis.e.m.e.nt, recommendation, and credit. Now, on the strength of this, as you say, Miss Nevil is willing to invest in him; I don"t see what more can be done."
"But if her uncle don"t think it enough?"
"She"s independent, and has money for both."
"But if she thinks she"s been deceived, and changes her mind?"
"Leyton, you don"t know Miss Nevil. Whatever that girl undertakes she"s weighed fully, and goes through with. If she"s trusted him enough to marry him, money won"t stop her; if she thinks she"s been deceived, YOU"LL never know it."
The enthusiasm and conviction were so unlike Rushbrook"s usual cynical toleration of the s.e.x that Leyton stared at him.
"That"s odd," he returned. "That"s what she says of you."
"Of ME; you mean Somers?"
"No, of YOU. Come, Rushbrook, don"t pretend you don"t know that Miss Nevil is a great partisan of yours, swears by you, says you"re misunderstood by people, and, what"s infernally odd in a woman who don"t belong to the cla.s.s you fancy, don"t talk of your habits. That"s why she wants to consult you about Somers, I suppose, and that"s why, knowing you might influence her, I came here first to warn you."
"And I"ve told you that whatever I might say or do wouldn"t influence her. So we"ll drop the subject."
"Not yet; for you"re bound to see Miss Nevil sooner or later. Now, if she knows that you"ve done nothing for this man, your friend and her lover, won"t she be justified in thinking that you would have a reason for it?"
"Yes. I should give it."
"What reason?"