My report had to be ready, and there was so much to say."
Daniel regarded her gravely. "You look tired, Serena. You"re doin"
altogether too much of this sort of thing. You ought to stop, or you"ll be sick. Now, you just rest a while. My, it does seem good to have you back again! We can have an evening together now. I"ll tell you what we"ll do: You tell Hungerford you"re tired and then come right up here, and I"ll come, too. Then we can sit and talk. I"ve got so much to say to you."
But Serena shook her head. "No, Daniel," she said. "I can"t talk to-night."
"Then don"t; I"ll do the talkin". Land"s sakes! it"ll be enough just to look at you. I don"t feel as if I"d seen you for a hundred years."
Another shake of the head. "I"m sorry, Daniel, but I can"t be with you at all to-night. I must present my report to the Chapter and I shall probably not be home till very late."
Daniel sprang from his chair. "Serena Dott!" he cried. "Do you mean to tell me that you"re goin" out to that Chapter thing again TO-NIGHT!
after bein" away from me all this time! Why, you"ve just got home!"
"I can"t help it, Daniel. I must present my report. It"s my duty to do it. The Chapter expects me and I must be there."
"Expects you! _I_ expected you, didn"t I? And, by the everlastin", I think I had a right to expect you! I"m your husband, ain"t I? Seems to me I am ent.i.tled to a little of your society."
"I can"t help it, Daniel. The Chapter--"
Captain Dan"s feelings got the better of his prudence. "d.a.m.n the Chapter!" he shouted. "I wish you and I had never heard of it, nor anybody that belongs to it."
The instant after the words left his lips he would have given a good deal to recall them, but it was too late. His wife slowly rose.
"Daniel Dott!" she gasped. "Daniel Dott! You--YOU--why--my husband talking to me like that! My own HUSBAND! the man of all men that I expected would be proud of me! The man who should be proud and glad that I have found my lifework--speaking to me like that! Oh! oh! what shall I do! How CAN I bear it!"
She fell back into the chair, her head sank upon her arms over the ma.n.u.script of the precious report, and she burst into a storm of sobs.
Daniel was as much overcome as she. He hurried to her side and in an agony of remorse bent over her.
"There, there, Serena," he pleaded. "Don"t do so. I didn"t mean it. It kind of--"
He would have put his arms about her but she pushed them away.
"And swearing at me," she sobbed. "And using language that--"
"I didn"t mean to swear, Serena. I never swore at you before in my life.
I didn"t mean to this time. It just seemed to come out all of itself.
Please forgive me, won"t you? Please?"
But Serena was not ready to forgive. The sleepless nights and days of wild excitement had thrown her nerves into a state where it needed but the slightest jar to break them completely. She sobbed, and choked, and gasped, her fingers clutching at her hair. Daniel, hanging over her, tried in vain to put in a word.
"Please, Serena," he kept saying. "Please."
Suddenly the sobs ceased. Serena"s hands struck the desk and she rose so abruptly that her husband had scarce time to get out of her way.
"Serena," he cried.
But Serena cut him short. "Go away," she commanded. "Go away and leave me. I don"t want to speak to you again."
"But, Serena--"
"Go away. Don"t come near me again to-night. Go, go, GO!"
And Daniel went, slowly, reluctantly. He was scarcely past the sill, his hands still upon the k.n.o.b of the door, when that door was closed from within with a slam. He made one more effort to speak, but he heard the key turn and his wife"s voice commanding him to go away. He descended the stairs to the library and threw himself into a chair. Mr.
Hungerford, smoking one of his host"s cigars and reading the evening paper, looked at him curiously and asked what was the matter.
Daniel turned on him. "Nothin"," he roared. "Nothin", do you hear?" Then he rushed from the library to the hall, seized his hat and coat from the rack and hurried out of the house. He walked and walked, but if, upon his return, anyone had asked him where he had walked he could not have told them. This was the first serious quarrel that he and his wife had had during their married life.
It was half-past seven when he returned and found Azuba fidgeting in the dining-room. It was Mr. Hapgood"s free evening and he had left early.
"For mercy sakes!" Azuba demanded. "Where have you been?"
"Out!" was the gloomy rejoinder. "Where"s the rest of the folks?"
"Gone to Chapter meetin"."
"Both of "em?"
"Yes. It was an open meeting and Mr. Hungerford went along, too. Where are you goin" now? Don"t you want anything to eat? It"s been waitin" for you for an hour."
"Let it wait; I don"t want it."
He walked from the room. Azuba gazed after him open-mouthed.
"Well!" she soliloquized in a voice loud enough for the captain to hear. "Well, if anybody"ll tell me what"s the use of gettin" all het up cookin" vittles in this house, then I"d like to have "em do it. Here I"ve worked and worked and fussed and fussed to get dinner and n.o.body"s ate a mouthful but one, and he"s the one that gets it for nothin". I never saw such doin"s. Don"t talk to ME!"
Captain Dan didn"t talk to anybody. He sat alone in the library, miserable and downhearted. After a while Azuba came and announced that she guessed she"d get a mouthful of fresh air, if she wasn"t needed.
Receiving no answer, she apparently considered the request granted and the captain heard the back door shut. Still the captain sat in the library, a huddled, pathetic heap in the armchair, gazing at vacancy.
Occasionally he sighed.
The doorbell rang. Aroused from his doleful reverie by the sound, Daniel jumped from his chair and, going to the hall, shouted for Azuba. Then he remembered that Azuba was not on the premises and answered the ring himself. He had forgotten to push the b.u.t.ton of the porch light and, peering out into the dark, he could see only that the person standing upon the top step was a woman. A carriage had drawn up at the curb and the driver was unloading a trunk from the rack.
"Good evenin"!" said Daniel.
The answer was a surprise. There was a laugh, and then a pair of arms were thrown about Captain Dan"s neck and a girlish voice said: "Good evening! Is THAT all you"ve got to say to me? Why, Daddy, you dear old goose, don"t you know me?"
Daniel"s answer was a shout that might have been heard at the next corner.
"What!" he roared. "GERTIE! Good land of love! Where"d you come from?"
CHAPTER VIII
"But aren"t you glad to see me, Daddy?" asked Gertrude. They were in the library. The trunk had been carried upstairs and the young lady had a.s.sured her father over and over again that she really didn"t want any dinner, as she had eaten on the dining car during the journey from Boston.
The captain, who had scarcely taken his eyes off her since her arrival at the house, drew a long breath.