Featherstone welcomed him heartily, but with a touch of embarra.s.sment, and then Foster thrilled as Alice gave him her hand. There was a curious quiet confidence in her level glance, as if she meant that she had known his promise would be kept. He did not remember what he said to Mrs. Stephen and Lucy, but was grateful to Lawrence, who laughed.
"I imagined you"d get something of a surprise, Jake. In fact, when the train stopped I pictured you coming up the road as fast as you could, divided between anxiety and a determination to tell me what you thought. Before that, when I got your curt telegram, I told Alice I could see you frowning as you filled up the form."
"I didn"t know Miss Featherstone was here," Foster replied awkwardly.
"That"s obvious," Lawrence said, chuckling. "Candor"s one of your virtues. But what about the rest of us?"
Foster wished he had been more tactful and thought his comrade"s amus.e.m.e.nt might better have been restrained; but Lawrence resumed: "It must have been annoying to leave the mill when you had much to do. The curious thing is that when you set off from the Crossing with me you declared you were tired of working for dollars."
"Mr. Foster"s tiredness didn"t prevent him from working for his friends," Alice interposed.
"He must work, anyhow; that"s the kind of man he is, and I don"t suppose he was much disappointed when he got a strenuous holiday."
Then Featherstone turned to Foster. "I imagine we both dislike formal speeches and Lawrence, knowing this, means to smooth over our meeting.
For all that, there"s something to be said, and now, when the others are here, is the proper time. When we got your telegram in England I was overwhelmed by grat.i.tude and regret. I saw, in fact, what a fool I had been." He paused with a gleam of amus.e.m.e.nt in his embarra.s.sment.
"Indeed, I"m not sure that the recognition of my folly wasn"t the stronger feeling. Now I"m half-ashamed to apologize for my ridiculous suspicions and must ask you to forget all about them if you can."
"They were very natural suspicions, sir. I couldn"t logically blame you and honestly don"t think I did."
"Well," said Featherstone, "it"s some comfort to reflect that my wife and daughter knew you better. I"m glad to think you"re generous, because there is no amend I can make commensurate with the service you have done us."
"In one sense, it was an excellent joke," Lawrence remarked. "While Jake was lurking in the bogs and putting up with much unpleasantness on my account, he was suspected of making away with me for the sake of an old traveling bag, which was all he could have got. But don"t you think, sir, there was something characteristic about his telegram? I mean the brief statement of his success."
"My relief was so great that I did not criticize the wording, which I"m not sure I remember," Featherstone replied.
Lawrence glanced at his mother. "I expect you remember it."
Mrs. Featherstone said nothing, but gave him a gentle, understanding smile.
Then Featherstone made Foster relate his last meeting with Daly on the train. Foster had no wish to harrow the listeners" feelings, but his memory was strangely vivid and he pictured the scene with unconscious dramatic power. They saw it all, as he had seen it; the background of flitting trees and glimmering snow, the struggle on the rocking platform, while the icy wind screamed past the car, and the dark figure filling, for a moment, the gap in the rails. Then they felt his thrill of horror when the gap was empty and Pete held up the torn necktie.
Foster concluded with Pete"s terse statement, "He just stepped back."
"Into the dark!" said Alice softly and there was silence for the next few moments.
"He made us suffer," Featherstone remarked. "But he had pluck and boldly took the best way. It is not for us to judge him now."
Then Lawrence leaned forward with a flushed face. "In the beginning, I made you suffer, and it might have been better if I had openly paid for my fault. We"ll let that go; but there"s something yet to be said."
He stopped and looked at the others with badly suppressed emotion.
"That I have escaped a fate like Daly"s is due to the love and trust that was given me in spite of my offense, and my partner"s unselfish loyalty."
Mrs. Featherstone looked at him with gentle approval and her husband said, "Lawrence has taken a very proper line; but I think this matter need not be spoken of again."
It was a relief to talk about something else, and by and by the party broke up. An hour or two later, Foster, who wanted to send his foreman some instructions, met Lucy in a pa.s.sage as he was going to the writing-room. She stopped him and said, "I haven"t thanked you, Jake; you were careful not to give me an opportunity, but you have banished a haunting fear I couldn"t get rid of. You know what I mean--Lawrence told me his story. Now he is safe."
She stopped Foster, who began to murmur something. "This is not all I want to say. I am not the only person who loves Lawrence and owes you much. Don"t be too modest; urge your claim."
Foster would not pretend he did not understand and looked at her steadily. "If I made a claim on such grounds, I should deserve to have it refused."
"Then choose better grounds, Jake; I think they can be found," Lucy answered with a smile. "But show what you want. You can"t expect to have it offered, for you to pick up."
She went away, leaving him in a thoughtful mood, though his heart beat.
Lucy was clever and would not have given him such a hint unless she thought it was justified. Still, she might be mistaken and he feared to risk too much; then there were other difficulties--he was not rich.
He went to the writing-room, knitting his brows, and stopped abruptly when he found Alice there alone. She put aside a half-finished letter, as if she did not want him to go away, and he advanced to the table and stood looking down at her.
"I did not send the telegram stating that I had found Lawrence."
"No," she said, smiling, "I know you didn"t. But why do you wish to explain this?"
Foster hesitated. "To begin with, it must have looked as if I wanted to boast about keeping my promise and hint that you owed me something."
"But you were glad you were able to keep your promise?"
"I was," said Foster; "very glad, indeed."
Alice gave him a quick glance that thrilled him strangely. "So Lawrence said for you what you would have liked to say yourself? One would imagine he knew your feelings."
"Yes," said Foster steadily, "I didn"t tell him, but I think he did know."
He stopped and Alice looked down at the table for a moment. Then she looked up again and met his fixed gaze.
"After all, you would have liked to have my grat.i.tude?"
There was something in her face that stirred his blood, and forgetting his drawbacks he made a reckless plunge.
"I wanted it tremendously, but it wasn"t enough."
"Not enough! Aren"t you rather hard to satisfy?" she asked with a hint of pride that deceived but did not stop him.
"I"m afraid I"m very rash," he answered quietly. "You see, I wanted your love; I wanted you. But I was afraid to ask."
She looked at him in a way he did not understand, although her manner enforced a curious restraint.
"Now I wonder why?"
"You"re so beautiful! I durstn"t hope you"d come down to my level.
I"d nothing to offer."
"You have unselfishness, loyalty, and unflinching steadfastness. Are these nothing?"
Foster felt embarra.s.sed, but the sense of restraint was stronger.
Alice had somehow imposed it and he must wait until she took it away.
He thought she wanted him to finish.
"Then I knew my disadvantages. In many ways, Canada is a hard country, and I"m poor."
"Did you think that would count for very much? We are not rich at the Garth."
"I seemed to know that if by any chance you loved me, you would not flinch. But there were other things; your upbringing and traditions.
I couldn"t hope your parents would agree."