"Those boys find her attractive, or it looks like it, anyhow!"
"Of course she"s not exactly pretty, but I do think she"s rather distinguished somehow."
"Your daughter would be sure to be that, my dear Janet," he remarked gallantly.
"No, I really think she"s more like you," insisted Janet amiably. "I must make an effort" (Mrs. Selford was fond of that phrase) "and take her out into society more. I don"t think we"re quite giving her her chance."
"Ah, you"ve begun to think of match-making!" he cried in playful reproof.
But it pleased him highly to think that he had, after all, an attractive daughter. He took much more notice of her than he had been used to take, and Mrs. Selford eyed her with critical affection. Decidedly the increase of human interest, as opposed to artistic and canine, was a good influence in the Selford household.
Anna soon saw how her position had improved. She was not demonstrative about it, but she appreciated it. She was also sharp enough to use it.
The next time an invitation to a party came, she refused to go unless she might have a frock of her own choosing.
"I won"t go if I"m to look a guy!" she said.
There was a battle over that; a battle between her and Mrs. Selford, and a tiff between father and mother to boot. For Selford was with Anna now.
They won the day, and Anna, with a cheque in her pocket, went off to consult Christine Fanshaw, nursing in her heart that joy which only the prospect of being dressed really just as you"d like to be dressed seems able to excite.
"Merely a malicious desire to cut out the other girls," commented Alec loftily.
"I really don"t think you ought to talk about dress," retorted Anna, eyeing the mustard suit.
But when Anna appeared in the frock which Christine had sedulously and lovingly planned, she carried all before her. She was most undoubtedly distinguished.
"Well, I suppose you"ve come to an age when that charming simplicity which used to suit you so well must give way to something more stylish,"
even Mrs. Selford admitted, capitulating and marching out--but with the honours of war.
Grantley Imason was rich; yet fifteen thousand pounds is a solid sum of money. To put that sum at John Fanshaw"s disposal had not caused him serious inconvenience, but it had entailed a little contriving. To lay out another five thousand in Jeremy"s service would involve more contriving, and the return of the money rested, of necessity, in a distant and contingent future. Nevertheless, when Kate Raymore suggested that the happiness of a life should be secured, he found the proposition attractive. He was a man lavish of money and appreciative of all the various pleasures of giving it away--both those of a more and those of a less self-regarding order. He enjoyed both the delight of the recipient and the sense of his own generosity and his own power. He would like Jeremy to be indebted to him for the happiness of his life--of course that was an exaggerated way of putting it, but it was a telling exaggeration. He also liked Jeremy very much for his own sake. And it would be altogether a handsome thing to do--under present circ.u.mstances a peculiarly handsome thing. For Sibylla had left him and gone down to Milldean, accompanied by the boy, without a word of friendship or a hint of reconciliation; and Jeremy"s welfare was very dear to his sister. To help Jeremy, and thereby prepare for her the pleasure of seeing Jeremy prosper, to do this secretly, to have it as a private merit and a hidden claim on her, was an idea which appealed strongly to Grantley. In his imaginings she was to discover what he had done in the future, but not till after their reconciliation. Would it not have an effect then? One effect it was to have was, in plain words, to make Sibylla feel ashamed; but Grantley did not put it so simply or so nakedly as that--that would have been to recognise the action as almost pure revenge. He blinked that side of it, and gave prominence to the other sides. But that side was there among the rest, and he would suffer wrong at her hands with the more endurance the greater were the obligations she was under to him. His love for her and his quarrel with her joined hands to urge him.
Commanding Kate Raymore to respect his desire for secrecy, he undertook to consider the matter. But his mind was really made up; and since the thing was to be done, it should be done liberally and splendidly. He had lent his money to Fanshaw, as Caylesham had surmised, with a very satisfactory prospect of repayment; to Jeremy he was ready to lend it on no security, careless about repayment, because he loved Sibylla and because he had so grievous a quarrel against her. It was all a part of his broad and consistent plan of conquering her by his unchanging patience, unchanging love, unchanging persistence in being just what he had always been to her from the beginning, however sore a trial her unreasonableness and her vagaries might put him to. This generosity to Jeremy would be a fine example of his chosen att.i.tude, a fine move in the strategy on which he had staked the ultimate success of his campaign against Sibylla.
"If I decide to do it, I"ll tell Sibylla myself, at my own time, and in my own way--remember that," he said to Kate Raymore.
She had an idea that things had not been going quite smoothly, and nodded in a wise fashion. She was picturing a pretty scene of sentiment when Grantley confessed his generosity. Of the real state of his mind she had no idea, but her own conception of the case was enough to ensure her silence.
Grantley went to work quietly, saying nothing to Jeremy, approaching the working partners through Selford, learning what they thought of Jeremy, not letting them suppose that the sum required was lightly to be come by, or was considered a small one, making, like a good man of business, the best bargain that he could for the object of his bounty. These negotiations took some days, and during those days Jeremy"s heart lost something of its buoyancy, though nothing of its courage. London was having its effect on his receptive mind--the crowd, the stress, the push, the compet.i.tion. Courage and brains enough to rise by? Perhaps, but not enough to rise by quickly. A walk about the streets, a look at the newspapers, the talk at the Metropolitan Radical, all taught him that. Wait and work--wait and work! That was what they all said--and they none of them said that it was easy to lay your hands on five thousand pounds.
The light of truth began to glimmer through those folds of young self-confidence. Jeremy grew sober; he was no more so gay and so a.s.sured in talking with Eva Raymore. He allowed himself to dwell less on that mythical return to Milldean with fame and riches. Now and then, it must be confessed, he had to brace himself up lest his very courage should falter. He contrived to keep it; but with it there came now a feeling new to Jeremy--a humility, a sense that he was, after all, as other men were, and neither by natural endowment nor by any rare caprice of fortune to be different from them or to find his life other than theirs.
He too was not above the need of a helping hand; for want of it he too might have to tread very long and very dreary paths before he made much impression on the hill which he had set out to climb so gaily, and with so little provender for the journey. In such a mood as this he was as incapable of expecting any sudden interposition of outside aid as of refusing it when it came. He would protest, he would declare that he must refuse, but refuse in the end he could not. The fierce jealousy of his independence was cooled by his new experience of the world.
He heard first of what was being done from one of the partners down at Romford. The matter was practically concluded, he was told; in two years" time he was to have the junior partnership, and the share allotted to him at that date would be somewhat larger in consideration of the stipulated capital being paid immediately--it happened to be wanted for an extension of the buildings. Jeremy threw over work for that day, and hurried back to London--to refuse. But all the way he was thinking of the incredible difference this benevolent interposition would make.
He found Grantley in his study after lunch. The deed regulating the arrangements between the partners on the one side and Jeremy and himself on the other was before him. A look at Jeremy"s face told him that Jeremy knew.
"I--I can"t take it, you know," Jeremy blurted out.
"You can"t escape the obligations Sibylla has brought on you by marrying me," smiled Grantley.
"Of course Sibylla"s been at you--told you she couldn"t be happy unless----"
"Nothing of the kind. Sibylla knows nothing about it; and, what"s more, she isn"t to know till I choose to tell her--till I choose, not you--that"s part of the bargain, Jeremy."
Jeremy sat down. Anxious to avoid a formal talking-over of the matter, Grantley got up and lit a cigarette.
"Then why have you done it?" asked Jeremy.
Grantley shrugged his shoulders.
"Of course it"s the one thing in the world for me; but--but I wanted to do it for myself, you know." Grantley still smiled on him, with a touch of mockery now. "Yes, well, I know I couldn"t." He looked at Grantley in a puzzled way. "What makes it worse," he went on, "is that I"ve been doing you an injustice in a kind of way. I knew you were always kind and--and jolly, but somehow I thought you were a fellow who wouldn"t put himself out very much for--for anybody else."
"I am not putting myself out. I like it."
"Planking down five thousand, and not knowing when you"ll get it back, if you ever do? If you like that for its own sake, it"s rather a rare taste."
"Now don"t jaw any more," said Grantley with friendly impatience. "I was just going to sign the deed when you came in--I should have done it by now, but I must have a witness, and I didn"t want to ring Thompson up from his dinner. We"ll ring for him now."
"I"m not an a.s.s," said Jeremy. "I don"t think that because a man marries a woman he"s bound to provide for her family--or to like them either."
"You grow in worldly wisdom."
"Yes, I fancy I do. I know a bit more about myself too. I might have worked ten years and not got this money."
"Oh, thank my forefathers! I"ve not worked ten years, or ten minutes either, for you!" His back had been to Jeremy. He turned round now as he said slowly, "You may consider it as a thanksoffering for my happiness with Sibylla."
"And why isn"t she to know?"
"I like it better that way for the present. I"m ent.i.tled to make that condition."
Jeremy went back to his defence of himself against himself.
"A week ago I--I"d have backed myself to make it somehow. But--well, one soon learns how devilish hard it is to get what one wants. What a conceited young idiot you must have thought me when we used to talk down at Milldean!"
"You were always an excellent companion. Let"s ring for Thompson and execute the deed."
Jeremy could not refuse, and could not yet consent. Grantley stood smoking airily and looking at him with a whimsical smile. Then the door opened and the butler came in, unsummoned.
"Ah, the fates decide!" exclaimed Grantley with a laugh. "Where"s a pen, Jeremy?"
"For you, sir," said Thompson, holding out a salver with a letter on it.
"Oh!" Grantley laid down his pen, took the letter, and sat down at the writing-table. "Wait a minute; I want you to witness something for me,"
he said to the butler.
Thompson stood in serene immobility. His thoughts were far away, engrossed in a discussion he had been having with the groom as to the "form" of that same horse of Caylesham"s about which Mrs. Bolton had wanted to know. Jeremy sat making up his mind to endure being helped, and poignantly remorseful about the view he had taken of Grantley. The view was earnestly disclaimed now; the help seemed very fine and wonderful. He did so want hope, scope, a chance, a start, and that all his talk of what he would do should not come to naught. In turn Dora, Eva, and Anna pa.s.sed through his mind, each bringing her own influence to bear, giving him a new picture of the future. And why refuse? If ever a gift had been freely, grandly offered, this was. Would it not be even churlish to refuse? Reasons or no reasons, his heart and his hand went out instinctively; he could not refuse the beginning of all things.
Giving his head a restless little jerk as at last he accepted this decision, he chanced to turn his eyes on Grantley"s face. Their attention was caught and arrested by it. There was something strange there. The cheeks were rather pale, the jaw set rigidly. Grantley read his letter with a curious engrossment--not hurriedly nor off-hand, as a man generally reads when other business is at a standstill till he reaches the end. He turned back, it seemed, once or twice, to look at another sentence again. Jeremy could not stop staring at him. Even Thompson awoke to the fact that he was being kept waiting a long while, and that the groom would probably finish the beer and go away, leaving their important discussion unfinished and the proper odds unascertained.
Grantley had recognised Christine Fanshaw"s large irregular handwriting, and had expected nothing more serious than an invitation to dinner. But he was not reading an invitation to dinner now.