"Amen," said William King, and drew Jinny in at Miss Lydia"s gate.
It cannot be said that William King"s opinion as to what we owe people who do us favors was very illuminating to Johnny. "I like "em--and I don"t like "em," he told Miss Lydia, with a bothered look. "But I wish to Heaven she"d let up on presents!"
On the whole he liked them more than he failed to like them; perhaps because they were, to a big, joyous, somewhat conceited youngster, rather pitiful in the way in which they seemed to hang upon him. He said as much once to his aunt Lydia; Mrs. Robertson had asked him to come to supper, but had not asked Miss Lydia. "I suppose I"ve got to go," he said, scowling, "but they needn"t think I"d rather have supper with them than with you! I just go because I"m sorry for "em."
"I am, too, Johnny," she said. She had ceased to be afraid of them by this time. Yet she might have been just a little afraid if she had known all that this special invitation involved. . . .
Mary Robertson no longer shared her longing for her son with her husband. She had not even told him of that day when her misery had welled up and overflowed in frantic words to Doctor Lavendar. But she had never resigned herself to reaping what she had sowed. She was still determined, _somehow_, to get possession of her boy. Occasionally she spoke of this determination to Doctor Lavendar, just because it was a relief to put it into words; but he never gave her much encouragement.
He could only counsel a choice of two things: secrecy--and fort.i.tude; or truth--and doubtful hope.
Little by little hope gained, and truth seemed more possible. And by and by a plan grew in her mind: she would get Doctor Lavendar to help her to tell Johnny the truth, and then, supported by religion (as she thought of it), she would tell her son that it was his duty to live with her;--"n.o.body will know _why_! And he can"t say "no," if Doctor Lavendar says, "honor thy father and thy mother"!" That Doctor Lavendar would say this, she had no doubt whatever, for was he not a minister, and ministers always counseled people to obey the Commandments. "But when I get him here, with Johnny, we must be by ourselves," she thought; "I won"t speak before _her_!"
So that was why Miss Lydia was not invited to supper when Johnny was--Johnny and Doctor Lavendar! Mary Robertson was so tense all that September day when her two guests were expected that her husband noticed it.
"You"re not well, Mary?" he said.
"Oh yes, yes!" she said--she was pacing up and down, up and down, like a caged creature. "Carl, Doctor Lavendar is coming this evening."
"My dear, I think that is about the tenth time you have mentioned it! I should not call the old gentleman a very exciting guest."
"And Johnny is coming."
"Well, what of it? I hope Doctor Lavendar won"t ask him to say his catechism!"
As it happened, Johnny came first, and his mother was so eager to see him and touch him that, hearing his step, she ran to help him off with his coat--to his great embarra.s.sment; then she came into the library clinging to his arm. Father and son greeted each other with, "h.e.l.lo, youngster!" and, "h.e.l.lo, sir!" and Johnny added that it was beginning to rain like blazes.
"I sent the carriage for Doctor Lavendar," Mrs. Robertson said.
"He coming?" Johnny asked.
"Yes," she said; "he"s very, very good, Johnny, and"--she paused, then said, breathlessly, "_you must do whatever he wants you to do_."
The young man looked faintly interested. "What"s she up to now?" he asked himself; then began to talk to his father. But remembering his aunt Lydia"s parting injunction, "Now, Johnny, be nice to Mrs.
Robertson," he was careful to speak to his mother once in a while.
Happening to catch the twinkle of her rings, he tried to be especially "nice."
"When I get rich I"m going to buy Aunty a diamond ring like yours, Mrs.
Robertson."
"I"ll give you one of mine, if you"ll wear it," she said, eagerly.
Johnny"s guffaw of laughter ended in a droll look at his father, who said:
"My dear Mary! This _cub_, and a diamond ring?"
She was too absorbed in loving her child to be hurt by his bad manners, and, besides, at that moment Doctor Lavendar arrived, and she ran out into the hall to welcome him; as she took his hand she whispered:
"Doctor Lavendar, you will help me with Johnny? _I am going to tell him._ I"m going to tell him to-night!--and I depend on you to make him come to us."
The old man"s face grew very grave; he looked closely at Mary, standing there, clasping and unclasping her hands, but he did not answer her.
Later, when they went out to the dining room, he was still silent, just watching Mary and listening to Johnny,--who laughed and talked (and was "nice" to his mother), and ate enormously, and who looked, sitting there at his grandfather"s old table, as much like the new Mr. Smith as twenty-three can look like seventy-eight.
"Well," the young fellow said, friendly and confidential to the company at large, "what do you suppose? It"s settled--my "career"!"
"I hope that means Robertson and Carey?" Mr. Robertson said. He glanced over at his son with a sort of aching pride in his strength and carelessness. "I"ve offered this youngster a place in my firm," he explained to Doctor Lavendar, who said:
"Have you, indeed?"
"No," Johnny said, "it doesn"t mean Carey and Robertson, though you"re mighty kind, Mr. Robertson. But you see I can"t leave Old Chester. It would pull Aunt Lydia up by the roots to go away. And of course I couldn"t go without her."
Mary"s plump hand, with its shining rings, clenched sharply on the tablecloth; she drew in her breath, but she said nothing.
"Well, what are you going to do?" Carl said, not daring to meet his wife"s eyes.
"Aunt Lydia got a job for me in Mr. Dilworth"s hardware store."
His mother cried out--then checked herself. "Miss Lydia ought not to have thought of such a thing!" she tried to speak quietly, but she had to bite her lip to keep it steady.
"Mary!" her husband warned her.
John"s face darkened. "Aunty ought always to do whatever she does do,"
he said.
"Of course," his father agreed, soothingly.
"I only meant," Mary explained, in a frightened voice, "that a hardware store isn"t much of a chance for a man like you."
"It means staying in Old Chester with Aunty," he explained; "she"s not very well now, Mrs. Robertson," he said, and sighed; "it would be too much for her, to move. She"s not equal to it." His strong, rather harsh face softened and sobered. "And as for a hardware store not being a chance for _me_--I mean to make Rome howl with a Mercer branch! You see, Aunty bought a half-interest for me. The Lord knows where she got the money! Saved it out of her food all these years, I guess."
"She didn"t, apparently, save it out of your food," Doctor Lavendar said, dryly; "I believe you weigh two hundred, Johnny."
"Only a hundred and eighty-four," the young man a.s.sured him.
Mary, listening, was tingling all over; she had planned a very cautious approach to the truth which was to give her son back to her. She meant first to hint, and then to admit, and then to declare her _right_ to his love. But that Miss Lydia, without consulting Johnny"s father and mother, should have put him into such a business--"_my son_ in a hardware store!" Mary thought;--that Miss Lydia should have dared! "He"s mine--he"s mine--he"s mine! . . . Of course," she was saying to herself as they went back to the library after dinner--"of course, he"ll give it up the minute he knows who he is. But I hate her!"
The room, in the September dusk, was lighted only by a lamp on the big desk; the windows opening on the garden were raised, for it was hot after the rain, and the air blew in, fragrant with wet leaves and the scent of some late roses. Johnny"s father, sinking down in a great leather chair, watched the young, vigorous figure standing in front of the mantelpiece, smoking and, after the fashion of his years, laying down the law for the improvement of the world. Doctor Lavendar did not look at Johnny, but at his mother, who stood clutching the corner of the big desk--that desk at which, one September night twenty-three years ago, Johnny"s grandfather had been sitting when Miss Lydia came into the library. . . .
"Mary, my dear, aren"t you going to sit down?" said Doctor Lavendar.
She did not seem to hear him. "Look here," she said, harshly; "I can"t stand it--I won"t stand it--"
Carl sprang up and laid his hand on her arm. "Mary!" he said, under his breath. "_Please_," he besought her; "for G.o.d"s sake don"t--don"t--"
"Johnny, you belong to me," Mary said.
John Smith, his cigar halfway to his lips, paused, bewildered and alarmed. "Isn"t she well?" he said, in a low voice to Doctor Lavendar.
"I"m perfectly well. But I"m going to speak. Doctor Lavendar will tell you I have a right to speak! Tell him so, Doctor Lavendar."