"Thanks, but I couldn"t with propriety. I forgot to have luncheon to-day, and your tea has given me a keen antic.i.p.ation for dinner; my zest would be embarra.s.sing to you, and past my control. Besides, I shall take a half-mile walk to-night."
"Lucky Becky! Then come again soon. Max, dear," she said, turning to her husband, "I cannot hear that again. I shall be on the porch."
When she pa.s.sed through the window, Noakes seated himself to listen to a new exposition of the subject which chiefly aroused Maxineff"s interest and loosed his speech. Frequently he bent his head in acquiescence, and occasionally interjected a pertinent question under the guidance of his secondary mind; but his thoughts moved in a circle of smaller radius.
What to him was a policy of world-peace? He cared not a jot what scheme of universal pacification men dreamed over. Maxineff"s argument was not new to him; when he gave it serious attention he doubted its practicability.
The older man"s voice seemed far away, as it said, "Each new explosive deals a blow at war,--war!"
Noakes had heard the same thing when his chief concluded with the government an agreement which secured to it the exclusive use of his latest product.
"This new thing will make war too dreadful a course for the least humanitarian nation to pursue. That the variance of nations tends toward equilibrium is incontrovertible. Granted then--"
Noakes was practical. He placed before himself a definite goal. He exerted every power to attain it, and used the means at his disposal. If he encompa.s.sed it, he put it to the use for which it was intended. He gave no thought to the extraneous influence it exerted on other phases upon which his life touched. He had made a great discovery--not a fortunate accident like that of the man who discovered nitro. With great danger to himself, he had followed a line of reasoning to its proximate end; the resulting discovery he would use to his individual advantage.
He did not accord to himself the G.o.dlike privilege of casting discord among the nations, and he did not care what peaceful zoo the lion, the bear, and the various species of eagle found as common refuge.
"On the other hand, if to each is given coextensive power--" The voice slipped away, as Noakes humorously wondered why Maxineff had never been a delegate to a Peace conference.
The great man"s argument was advanced step by step. The light faded.
Secure in the dusk, Noakes no longer maintained a semblance of attention. He weighed the chances of the present and actualized his long-time dreams.
A servant clicked soft light from the wall, and removed the tea-table.
Noakes rose, uttered a commonplace, and bade his chief good-night.
Soon he was descending the village street, keeping pace with his rapid thoughts.
From the exchange he dispatched a messenger to the house a half-mile away.
He dressed quickly, the while reading repeatedly his foreign letter.
When dressed, he sat on the bed, chin in his palms, and looked at the blank bedroom wall. A frown hung between his brows. Later he sat before the shelves in his study, absently scanning the backs of the books.
"When? When?" he said aloud.
In the morning Maxineff would come to search for that which he had found. He might be there for weeks, from morning till night. In that case the work must be delayed and misguided. The proportions were finely calculated; the method could not be bettered. He could duplicate it in an hour. If only he could repeat the experiment before--
"To-night!" he said, and left the room with a firm step.
He dined well, though with few words for the kindly lady in whose home he lived.
He took the path by the side of the road which led in the opposite direction from the Maxineff place. He lit his first pipe since morning.
How good life was! The town, the plant, Maxineff, were all behind him.
Ahead was a goal toward which he bore with increasing lightness of heart. Clearly defined decisions, unregretted, faded into the brightness of antic.i.p.ation. His pack of problems dropped from him. One day more and he could speak--one evening of companionable friendship.
Her yard was a gnomish alternation of unsullied light and alluring shade. The moon utilized impartially natural and artificial features of landscape as detail for the picture of gray, black, and silver. Noakes traversed less rapidly the curved driveway, pausing where it was cut by a paved way to the door.
Through a window he saw her seated on the piano-bench, her head bent forward, her mellow-tinted hair coiled low. She was singing softly.
She came to the door to meet him.
"Will duty call you back before you have been with me just a little while?" she asked as they entered the room.
"No, duty has lost her voice at present."
She dropped into a big arm-chair. He turned his back to the light, and sat facing her.
"What have you been doing this week?"
"Singing mostly."
"Sing now, please."
"No, let"s talk first."
"Well, how did Cornish behave on your way back?"
"Quite as well as if you had been with us, Noakes."
He leaned forward quickly.
"Do you know, that"s the first time you"ve called me "Noakes"?"
"It slipped. Mrs. Max says it, you know; I am weak about taking on colloquialisms."
"And you are sorry you have been so easily influenced?" Noakes asked in ponderous aggrievement.
"You do not seem to be overjoyed."
"I am," he said gently.
"Don"t be hilarious over it."
"I will; I wish--"
"Well, certainly; "Noakes" it shall be."
"Thanks, Miss Beck."
"Haven"t you done anything but work these days?"
"I have thought more or less."
"Strange; what about?"
"You, of course."
"Steady! Spring has pa.s.sed."
"And to-night I heard a queer thing about you."