"I don"t care a toss whether I take alcohol or not," said Archie. "As you remarked last night, father, I hardly touched it till a month ago."
Lord Tintagel laughed.
"But you"ve shown remarkable apt.i.tude for it since," he said. "You found no difficulty at all in getting the hang of the thing."
Faintly, like a lost echo, there entered into Archie"s mind the inherent horror of such an interview between father and son. But it was drowned by the inward laughter with which the scene inspired him, and his spirit, whatever it was that watched the play, looked on as from some curtained box, where, unseen, it could giggle at unseemliness, at some uncensored farce. Last night the same thing had amused him, but then he was in that contented oblivion of his troubles which alcohol lent him, whereas now it was morning and the time when he was least likely to take any but the most bitter and savage view of a situation. But all morning he had been possessed by the sunny lightness of heart with which Martin"s communication of last night had inspired him. He must be patient, disperse and blow away by the great winds of love the hatred and intolerance that had been obscuring his soul. And surely it was not only for Helena that he must feel that n.o.bler impulse: all that touched his daily life must be treated with the same manly tenderness. Nothing must shock him, nothing must irritate him, for such emotions were narrow and limited, incompatible with the oceanic quality of love. All this seemed directly inspired by Martin, who had brought him the first ray of true illumination. And yet, while he sunned himself in the light, there was something that apparently belonged to his bitter, his disappointed self that cried out for recognition, insisting that these dreams of love and tolerance were of a fibre infinitely coa.r.s.er than its own rebellious att.i.tude. It strove and cried, and the smooth edification of Martin"s voice silenced it again.
The suggested compact between father and son soon framed itself into a treaty. There was to be nothing faddish or unreasonable about it: wine should circulate in its accustomed manner at dinner; but here, once and for all, was the end of trays brought to Lord Tintagel"s study. A gla.s.s or two of claret should be allowed at lunch, but the c.o.c.ktails and the whiskies in the evening were to be closed from henceforth. And the arrangement entered into appeared to be of a quality that sacrificed the desire of each for the sake of the other, or so at least it pa.s.sed in their minds. Archie stifled the sn.i.g.g.e.r of his inward laughter, and thought how clear was his duty to save his father, even at this late day, from falling wholly into the pit he had digged, while to his father the compact represented itself as an effort to save Archie from the path he had begun to tread. But, even as they agreed on their abstemious proceedings, there occurred to the minds of both of them a vague, luminous thought, like the flash of summer lightning far away which might move nearer...
Once again Archie was seized with the ironic mockery that all the time had quaked like a quick-sand below his seriousness.
"I haven"t had my c.o.c.ktail yet, father." he said. "I"ll drink success to our scheme. You"ve had yours, you know. Our plan dates from now, when I"ve had mine. After that--no more."
His father"s eyes followed him as he mixed the gin and vermouth.
"Well, upon my word, Archie," he said, "you ought to ask me to have a drink with you."
Archie somehow clung to the fact that his father had had a c.o.c.ktail and that he had not.
"Have another by all means," he said, "and I"ll have two. But do be fair, father."
And once again the horrible sordidness of these proceedings struck, as it seemed, his worse self, that part of himself that had all those weeks been uninspired by Martin. Martin was all love and tolerance: he gave no directions on such infinitesimal subjects as c.o.c.ktails or whiskies. He, outside the material plane, was concerned only with the motive, the spiritual aspiration, with love and all its ineffable indulgences.
Jessie was leaving for town early next morning, and once again, as twenty-four hours ago, she and Archie strolled out after dinner into the dusk. But to-night, his father and he had followed the two ladies almost immediately into the drawing-room, and the two younger folk had left their elders playing a game of piquet together. That was quite unlike the usual procedure after dinner, for Lord Tintagel generally dozed for a little in his chair, and then retired to his study. But to-night he showed no inclination either to doze or to go away, and it was by his suggestion that the card-table had been brought out. He seemed to Jessie rather restless and irritable, and had said that it was impossible to play cards with chattering going on. That had been the immediate cause of her stroll with Archie. The remark had been addressed very pointedly to Archie and also very rudely. But Archie, checking his hot word in reply, almost without an effort, had apologized for the distraction, quietly and sufficiently.
"Awfully sorry, father," he had said. "I didn"t mean to disturb you.
Come out for a stroll, Jessie."
So there they were in the dusk again, and again Archie took Jessie"s arm.
"Father"s rather jumpy to-night," he said. "But I think he wanted to get rid of us: he may wish to talk to my mother. So it was best to leave them, wasn"t it?"
Jessie"s heart swelled. She knew from last night all that Archie was suffering, but the whole day he had been like this--gentle, considerate, infinitely sensitive to others, incapable of taking offence.
"Yes, much best," she said. "You know, Archie, you do behave nicely."
He knew what she meant. He knew how easy it would have been to make some provocative rejoinder to his father. But simply, he had not wanted to.
Martin, and Martin"s counsel, was still like sunlight within him.
"Oh, bosh," he said. "The gentle answer is so much easier than any other. I should have had to pump up indignation. But he was rather rude, wasn"t he? Isn"t it lucky that one doesn"t feel like that?"
Archie drew in a long breath of the vigorous night-air. To himself it seemed that he drew in a long breath of the inspiration that had come to him last night.
"Jessie, I"m going to save father," he said. "We had an awfully nice talk this morning, and it was so pathetic. He has been a heavy drinker for years, you know. His father was so before him. So one mustn"t think it is his fault, any more than it was my fault that I had consumption when I was little. It isn"t a vice, it"s a disease. Well, I"ve made a compact with him. I found that he had got it into his head--G.o.d knows how--that I--I know you"ll laugh--was beginning to take to that beastly muck too. So I saw my opportunity. He"s fond of me, you know; he really is, and it had seriously occurred to him that I was getting the habit.
So I took advantage of that. I said I wouldn"t have any more whiskies and c.o.c.ktails if he wouldn"t. We made a bargain about it. Without swagger, it was rather a good piece of work, don"t you think?"
Jessie knew exactly what she honestly felt, and what she honestly felt she could not possibly say. For though it was a good bargain on Archie"s part, the virtue of it would affect not only Lord Tintagel, but Archie himself. But the knowledge of this added to the sincerity of her reply.
"Oh, Archie," she said, "that was brilliant of you. Do you--do you think your father will keep to it?"
"He can"t help it," said Archie triumphantly. "I"m going to be down here, except when I go up to town for Helena"s wedding, and I"m always in and out of his room. I should know if he doesn"t keep to it."
He paused, thinking out further checks on his father.
"There"s William, too," he said. "William"s devoted to me, simply, as far as I can tell, because he saved my life when I was a tiny kid. If I ask William to tell me whether my father gets drinks through him quietly when I"m not there, I"m sure he will let me know. How would that be?"
Jessie had an uncomfortable moment. The idea of getting a servant to report to Archie on his father"s proceedings was as repugnant to her as, she thought, it must be to Archie. Possibly his main motive, that of taking care of his father, was so dominant in him that he did not pause to consider the legitimacy of any means. But, somehow, it was very unlike Archie to have conceived so backstairs an idea.
"Oh, I wouldn"t quite do that," she said. "You wouldn"t either, Archie."
"I don"t see why not. The cure is more important than the means."
Jessie suddenly felt a sort of bewilderment. It could scarcely have been Archie who said that, according to her knowledge of Archie.
"But surely that"s impossible," she said. "What would you feel if you found your father had been setting William to spy and report on you?"
Archie"s voice suddenly rose.
"Oh, what nonsense!" he said. "You speak as if I was going to break my bargain with my father. I never heard such nonsense."
Once again the sense of bewilderment came over Jessie. That wasn"t like Archie...
"I don"t imply anything of the kind," she said. "But I do feel that it"s impossible for you to get William to have an eye on your father, and report to you. And I"m almost certain that you really agree with me."
Archie considered this, and then laughed.
"I suppose I do," he said. "But the ardour of the newly born missionary was hot within me. Are missionaries born or made, by the way? Anyhow, I"m a missionary now. n.o.body could have guessed that I was going to be a missionary."
Their stroll to-night was only up and down the broad gravel walk in front of the windows. It was very hot and all the drawing-room windows were open, so also were those of Lord Tintagel"s study and the windowed door that led into the garden. As they pa.s.sed this Archie saw a footman bring in a tray on which were set the usual evening liquids, and he guessed that his father had forgotten or had omitted to say that the syphon and some ice was all that would be needed. He thought for a moment, intently and swiftly.
"Jessie, they"ve brought in that beastly whisky again," he said. "I must tell them to take it away: my father mustn"t see it. Just go down opposite the drawing-room windows, will you, and make sure my father is still playing cards, while I take the bottle away. Make me a sign."
Archie waited outside till this was given, and then went into his father"s room. The man had gone away, and he took up the whisky-bottle with the intention of putting it back in the dining-room. But, even as his fingers closed on it, without warning, his desire for drink swooped down on him like the coming of a summer storm. He half filled a gla.s.s with the spirit, poured soda-water on the top and gulped it down. That was what he wanted, and then, with a swift cunning, he rinsed out the gla.s.s with soda-water, drank that also, and, filling it half up again with water, put it on the table by the chair where he usually sat. Then there was the bottle to dispose of, and he went out into the hall to take it to the dining-room. But, even as he crossed the foot of the stairs, another notion irresistibly possessed him, and up he went three steps at a time, and concealed it behind some clothes in his chest of drawers. He had discovered an excellent reason for doing that, for, if he left it in the dining-room, his father might find it there. It was much safer in his room. Then, tingling and content, and feeling that Martin would approve (indeed it seemed that he had prompted) this missionary enterprise, he rejoined Jessie again, his eyes sparkling, his mouth gay and quivering.
"I"ve done it," he said. "I thought at first of taking the bottle to the dining-room, but my father might have found it there."
"What did you do with it?" asked Jessie.
Archie took no time to consider.
"I rang the bell and told James to take it away again to the pantry," he said.
"That was clever of you, Archie."
"I know that. They"re still playing cards, aren"t they? Let"s have one more turn, then. Jessie, I wish you weren"t going away to-morrow."
"I must. I promised my father to get back. And Helena wants me."