For the first time he was beginning to think of Clayton as a man, rather than a father.
Not that all of this was coherently thought out. It was a series of impressions, outgrowth of his own beginning development and of his own uneasiness.
He wondered, too, about Rodney Page. He seemed to be always around, underfoot, suave, fastidious, bowing Natalie out of the room and in again. He had deplored the war until he found his att.i.tude unfashionable, and then he began, with great enthusiasm, to arrange pageants for Red Cross funds, and even to make little speeches, graceful and artificial, patterned on his best after-dinner manner.
Graham was certain that he supported his mother in trying to keep him at home, and he began to hate him with a healthy young hate. However, late in April, he posed in one of the pageants, rather ungraciously, in a khaki uniform. It was not until the last minute that he knew that Delight Haverford was to be the nurse bending over his prostrate figure.
He turned rather savage.
"Rotten nonsense," he said to her, "when they stood waiting to be posed.
"Oh, I don"t know. They"re rather pretty."
"Pretty! Do you suppose I want it be pretty?"
"Well, I do," said Delight, calmly.
"It"s fake. That"s what I hate. If you were really a nurse, and was really in uniform--! But this parading in somebody else"s clothes, or stuff hired for the occasion--it"s sickening."
Delight regarded him with clear, appraising eyes.
"Why don"t you get a uniform of your own, then?" she inquired. She smiled a little.
He never knew what the effort cost her. He was pale and angry, and his face in the tableau was so set that it brought a round of applause. With the ringing down of the curtain he confronted her, almost menacingly.
"What did you mean by that?" he demanded. "We"ve hardly got into this thing yet."
"We are in it, Graham."
"Just because I don"t leap into the first recruiting office and beg them to take me--what right have you got to call me a slacker?"
"But I heard--"
"Go on!"
"It doesn"t matter what I heard, if you are going."
"Of course I"m going," he said, truculently.
He meant it, too. He would get Anna settled somewhere--she had begun to mend--and then he would have it out with Marion and his mother. But there was no hurry. The war would last a long time. And so it was that Graham Spencer joined the long line of those others who had bought a piece of ground, or five yoke of oxen, or had married a wife.
It was the morning after the pageant that Clayton, going down-town with him in the car, voiced his expectation that the government would take over their foreign contracts, and his feeling that, in that case, it would be a mistake to profit by the nation"s necessities.
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean we should take only a small profit. A banker"s profit."
Graham had been fairly stunned, and had sat quiet while Clayton explained his att.i.tude. There were times when big profits were allowable. There was always the risk to invested capital to consider.
But he did not want to grow fat on the nation"s misfortunes. Italy was one thing. This was different.
"But--we are just getting on our feet!"
"Think it over!" said Clayton. "This is going to be a long war, and an expensive one. We don"t particularly want to profit by it, do we?"
Graham flushed. He felt rather small and cheap, but with that there was a growing admiration of his father. Suddenly he saw that this man beside him was a big man, one to be proud of. For already he knew the cost of the decision. He sat still, turning this new angle of war over in his mind.
"I"d like to see some of your directors when you put that up to them!"
Clayton nodded rather grimly. He did not antic.i.p.ate a pleasant hour.
"How about mother?"
"I think we may take it for granted that she feels as we do."
Graham pondered that, too.
"What about the new place?"
"It"s too soon to discuss that. We are obligated to do a certain amount.
Of course it would be wise to cut where we can."
Graham smiled.
"She"ll raise the deuce of a row," was his comment.
It had never occurred to him before to take sides between his father and his mother, but there was rising in him a new and ardent partisanship of his father, a feeling that they were, in a way, men together. He had, more than once, been tempted to go to him with the Anna Klein situation.
He would have, probably, but a fellow felt an awful fool going to somebody and telling him that a girl was in love with him, and what the d.i.c.kens was he to do about it?
He wondered, too, if anybody would believe that his relationship with Anna was straight, under the circ.u.mstances. For weeks now he had been sending her money, out of a sheer sense of responsibility for her beating and her illness. He took no credit for altruism. He knew quite well the possibilities of the situation. He made no promises to himself.
But such attraction as Anna had had for him had been of her prettiness, and their propinquity. Again she was girl, and that was all. And the attraction was very faint now. He was only sorry for her.
When she could get about she took to calling him up daily from a drug-store at a near-by corner, and once he met her after dark and they walked a few blocks together. She was still weak, but she was spiritualized, too. He liked her a great deal that night.
"Do you know you"ve loaned me over a hundred dollars, Graham?" she asked.
"That"s not a loan. I owed you that."
"I"ll pay it back. I"m going to start to-morrow to look for work, and it won"t cost me much to live."
"If you send it back, I"ll buy you another watch!"
And, tragic as the subject was, they both laughed.
"I"d have died if I hadn"t had you to think about when I was sick, Graham. I wanted to die--except for you."
He had kissed her then, rather because he knew she expected him to. When they got back to the house she said:
"You wouldn"t care to come up?"