He had had several talks with Bradley and with her about her legacy from Judge Knowles. The twenty-thousand was, so he discovered, already well invested in good securities and it was Bradley"s opinion, as well as his own, that it should not be disturbed. The bonds were deposited in the vaults of the Harniss bank, and were perfectly safe. On dividend dates he and Miss Berry could cut and check up the coupons together. So far his duties as trustee were not burdensome. Bradley had invested Cordelia"s five thousand for her, so the Berry family"s finances were stable. In Bayport they were now regarded as "well off." Cordelia was invited to supper at Captain Elkhanah Wingate"s, a sure sign that the hall-mark of wealth and aristocracy had been stamped upon her. At that supper, to which Elizabeth also was invited but did not attend, Mr.
Egbert Phillips shone resplendent. Egbert was not wealthy, a fact which he took pains to let every one know, but when he talked, as he did most of the evening, Mrs. Wingate and her feminine guests sat in an adoring trance and, after these guests had gone, the hostess stood by the parlor window gazing wistfully after them.
Her husband was unlocking the door of a certain closet upon the shelf of which was kept a certain bottle and accompanying gla.s.ses. The closet had not been opened before that evening, as the Reverend and Mrs. Dishup had been among the dinner guests.
"Elkhanah," observed Mrs. Wingate, dreamily, "I do think Mr. Phillips is the most elegant man I ever saw in my life. His language--and his manners--they are perfect."
Captain Elkhanah nodded. "He"s pretty slick," he agreed.
If he expected by thus agreeing to please his wife, he must have been disappointed.
"Oh, _don"t_ say "slick"!" she snapped. "I do wish you wouldn"t use such countrified words."
"Eh?" indignantly. "Countrified! Well, I am country, ain"t I? So are you, so far as that goes. So was he once--when he was teachin" a one-horse singin" school in this very town."
"Well, perhaps. But he has got over it. And it would pay you to take lessons from him, and learn not to say "slick" and "ain"t"."
Her husband grunted. "Pay!" he repeated. "I"ll wait till he pays me the twenty dollars he borrowed of me two weeks ago. He wasn"t too citified to do that."
Mrs. Wingate stalked to the stairs. "I"m ashamed of you," she declared.
"You know what a struggle he is having, and how splendid and uncomplaining he is. And you a rich man! Any one would think you never saw twenty dollars before."
Captain Elkhanah poured himself a judicious dose from the bottle.
"Maybe I never _will_ see _that_ twenty again," he observed with a chuckle.
"Oh, you--you disgust me!"
"Oh, go----"
"_What?_ What are you trying to say to me?"
"Go to bed," said the captain, and took his dose.
CHAPTER XIV
If Elizabeth noticed that Sears was not as frequent a visitor at the Fair Harbor as he had formerly been she said nothing about it. She herself had ceased to run in at the Minot place to ask this question or that. Since the occasion when Mr. Phillips interrupted the business talk in the office and his apologies had brought about the slight disagreement--if it may be called that--between the captain and Miss Berry, the latter had, so Sears imagined, been a trifle less cordial to him than before. She was not coldly formal or curt and disagreeable--her mother was all of these things to the captain now, and quite without reason so far as he could see--Elizabeth was not like that, but she was less talkative, less cheerful, and certainly less confidentially communicative. At times he caught her looking at him as if doubtful or troubled. When he asked her what was the matter she said "Nothing," and began to speak of the bills they had been considering.
On one occasion she asked him a point blank question, one quite irrelevant to the subject at hand.
"Cap"n Kendrick," she asked, "how do you think Judge Knowles came to appoint you to be manager here at the Harbor?"
He was taken by surprise, of course. "Why," he stammered, "I--why, I don"t know. That is, all I know about it is what he told me. He said he felt he ought to have some one, and I was near at home, and--and so he thought of me, I suppose."
"Yes, I know. You told me that.... But--but how did he know you wanted the position?"
"Wanted it? Good heavens and earth, I didn"t want it! I fought as hard as I could not to take it. Why, I told you--you remember, that day when I first came over here; that time when Elvira and the rest wanted to buy the cast-iron menagerie; I told you then----"
"Yes," she interrupted again. "Yes, I know you did. But.... And the judge had never heard from you--had never...."
"Heard from me! Do you mean had I sent in an application for the job?"
"Oh, no, no! Not that. But you and he had never been--er--close friends in the old days, when you were here before?"
He could not guess what she was driving at. "Look here, Elizabeth," he said, "I"ve told you that I scarcely knew Judge Knowles before he sent for me and offered me this place. No man alive was ever more surprised than I was then. Why, I gathered that the judge had talked about me to you before he sent for me. Not as manager here, of course, but as--well, as a man. He told you that I was goin" to call, you said so, and I _know_ you and he had talked and laughed together about my fight with the hens in Judah"s garden."
The trouble, whatever its cause, seemed to vanish. She smiled. "Yes, yes," she said. "Of course we had. He did like you, Judge Knowles did, and that was all--of course it was."
"All what?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing. How is Judah? I haven"t seen him for two days."
She would not mention Judge Knowles again, but for the remainder of their session with the accounts she was more like her old self than she had been for at least a week, or so it seemed to him.
This was but one of those queer and disconcerting flare-ups of hers. One day, a week or so after she had questioned him concerning his appointment, he happened to be in the Harbor kitchen, and alone--of itself a surprising thing. Elvira Snowden and her group were holding some sort of committee meeting in the sitting room. Elvira was continually forming committees or circles for this purpose or that, purposes which fizzled out at about the third meeting of each group.
Esther Tidditt was supposed to be in charge of the kitchen on this particular morning, but she had gone into the committee meeting in order to torment Elvira and Mrs. Brackett, a favorite amus.e.m.e.nt with her.
So Sears, wandering into the kitchen, happened to notice that the door of the store closet had been left open, and he was standing in front of it idly looking in. He was brought out of his day dream, which had nothing to do with the closet or its contents, by Elizabeth"s voice. She had entered from the dining room and he had not heard her.
"Well," she asked, "I trust you find everything present or accounted for?"
Her tone was so crisply sarcastic that he turned in astonishment.
"Why--what?" he faltered.
"I said I trusted that you found everything in that closet as it should be. Have you measured the flour? My mother is matron here, Cap"n Kendrick, and she will be glad to have you take any precautions of that kind, I am sure. So shall I. But don"t you think it might as well be done while she or I are here?"
He was bewildered.
"I don"t know what you mean, Elizabeth," he said.
"Don"t you?"
"No, I don"t. I came in just now by the back door, and there was no one in the kitchen, so--so I waited for a minute."
"Why did you come by the back door? You didn"t use to. Mother and I are usually in the office, or, at least, we are always glad to come there when you call."
He was still bewildered, but irritated, too.
"Why did I come by the back door?" he repeated. "Why, I"ve come that way a dozen times in the last fortnight. Don"t you want me to come that way?"
Now she looked a trifle confused, but the flush was still on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye.
"I"m sure I don"t care how often you come that way," she said.
"But--well, mother is matron here, Cap"n Kendrick. She may not be--perhaps she isn"t--the most businesslike and orderly person in the world, but she is my mother. If you have any complaints to make, if you want to find out how things are kept, or managed, or----"