"Here!" he broke in. "Wait! What do you mean? Do you suppose I sneaked into this kitchen by myself to peek into that closet, and--and spy on your mother"s managin"?... You don"t believe anything of that kind. You can"t."
She was more embarra.s.sed now. "Why--why, no, I don"t, Cap"n Kendrick,"
she admitted. "Of course I know you wouldn"t sneak anywhere. But--but I have been given to understand that you and--well, Mr. Bradley--have not been--are not quite satisfied with the management--with mother"s management. And----"
"Wait! Heave to!" Sears was excited now, and, as usual when excited, drifted into nautical phraseology. "What do you mean by sayin" I am not satisfied? Who told you that?"
"Why--well, you are not, are you? You questioned her about the coal a week ago, about how much she used in a week. And then you asked her about keeping the fires overnight, if she saw how many were kept, and if there was much waste. And two or three times you have been seen standing by the bins--figuring."
"Good Lord!" His exclamation this time was one of sheer amazement. "Good Lord!" he said again. "Why, I have been tryin", now winter is comin" on, to figure out how to save coal cost for this craft--for the Fair Harbor.
You know I have. I asked your mother about the fires because I know how much waste there is likely to be when a fire is kept carelessly. And as for Bradley and I not bein" satisfied with your mother that is the wildest idea of all. I never talked with Bradley about the management here. It isn"t his business, for one reason."
She was silent. Her expression had changed. Then she said, impulsively, "I"m sorry. Please don"t mind what I said, Cap"n Kendrick. I--I am rather nervous and--and troubled just now. Of course, you are not obliged to come over here as--as often as you used.... But things I have heard---- Oh, I shouldn"t pay attention to them, I suppose. I--I am very sorry."
But he was not quite in the mood to forgive. And one sentence in particular occupied his attention.
"Things you have heard," he repeated. "Yes.... I should judge you must have heard a good deal. But who did you hear it from?... Look here, Elizabeth; how did you know I was here in the kitchen now? Did you just happen to come out and find me by accident?"
She reddened. "Why--why----" she stammered.
"Or did some one tell you I was out here--spyin" on the pickles?"
His tone was a most unusual one from him to her. She resented it.
"No one told me you were "spying"," she replied; coldly. "I have never thought of you as--a spy, Cap"n Kendrick. I have always considered you a friend, a disinterested friend of mother"s and mine."
"Well?... What does that "disinterested" mean?"
"Why, nothing in particular."
"It must mean somethin" or you wouldn"t have said it. Does it mean that you are beginnin" to doubt the disinterested part?... I"d like to have you tell me, if you don"t mind, how you knew I was alone here in the kitchen? Who took the pains to tell you that?"
Her answer now was prompt enough.
"No one took particular pains, I should imagine," she said, crisply.
"Mr. Phillips told me, as it happened. Or rather, he told mother and mother told me. He is to speak to the--to Elvira"s "travel-study"
committee in the sitting room, and, as he often does, he walked around by the garden path. When he pa.s.sed the window he saw you standing by the closet, that was all."
Sears did not speak. He turned to the door.
She called to him. "Wait--wait, please," she cried. "Mr. Phillips did not say anything, so far as I know, except to mention that you were here."
The captain turned back again. "Somebody said somethin"," he declared.
"Somebody said enough to send you out here and make you speak to me like--like that. And somebody has been startin" you to think about how I got the appointment as manager. Somebody has been whisperin" that I am not satisfied with your mother"s way of doin" things and am schemin"
against her. Somebody has been droppin" a hint here and a hint there until even you have begun to believe "em.... Well, I can"t stop your belief, I suppose, but maybe some day I shall stop Commodore Egbert, and when I do he"ll stop hard."
"You have no right to say I believe anything against you. I have always refused to believe that. Do you suppose if I hadn"t believed in and trusted you absolutely I should have.... But there! You know I did--and do. It is only when--when----"
"When Egbert hints."
"_Oh!_ ... How you do hate Mr. Phillips, don"t you?"
"Hate him?... Why, I--I don"t know as you"d call it hate."
"I know. It is plain to see. You have hated him ever since he came. But why? He has never--you won"t believe this, but it is true--he has never, to me at least, said one word except in your praise. He likes and admires you. He has told me so."
"Does he tell your mother the same thing?"
She looked at him. "Why do you couple my mother"s name with his?" she demanded quickly. "Why should he tell her anything that he doesn"t tell me?"
It was a question which Sears could not answer. For some time he had noticed and guessed and feared, but he could not tell her. So he was silent, and to remain silent was perhaps the worst thing he could have done.
"What do you know against Mr. Phillips?" she asked. "Tell me. Do you know _anything_ to his discredit?"
Again he did not answer. She turned away.
"I thought not," she said. "Oh, envy is such a _mean_ trait. Well, I suppose I shouldn"t expect to have many friends--lasting friends."
"Here! hold on, Elizabeth. Don"t say that."
"What else can I say? I am sorry I spoke to you as I did, but--I think you have more than paid the debt.... Yes, mother, I am coming."
She went out of the room and Sears limped moodily home, reflecting, as most of mankind has reflected at one time or another, upon the unaccountableness of the feminine character. So far as he could see he had said much less than he would have been justified in saying. She had goaded him into saying even that. He pondered and puzzled over it the greater part of the night and then reached the conclusion which the male usually reaches under such circ.u.mstances, namely, that he had better ask her pardon.
So when they next met he did that very thing and she accepted the apology. And at that meeting, and others immediately following it, no word was said by either concerning "spying" or Mr. Egbert Phillips. Yet the wall between them was left a little higher than it had been before, their friendship was not quite the same, and an experienced person, not much of a prophet at that, could have foretold that the time was coming when that friendship was to end.
It was little Esther Tidditt who laid the coping of the dividing wall.
Elvira Snowden built some of the upper tiers, but Esther finished the job. Almost unbelievable as it may seem, she did not like Mr. Phillips.
Of course with her tendency to take the off side in all arguments and to be almost invariably "agin the government," the fact that the rest of feminine Bayport adored the glittering Egbert might have been of itself sufficient to set up her opposition. But he had, or she considered that he had, snubbed her on several occasions and she was a dangerous person to snub. Judah expressed it characteristically when he declared that anybody who "set out" to impose on Esther Tidditt would have as lively a time as a bare-footed man trying to dance a hornpipe on a wasp"s nest.
"She"ll keep "em hoppin" high, _I_ tell ye," proclaimed Judah.
Little Mrs. Tidditt would have liked to keep Mr. Phillips hopping high, and did administer sly digs to his grandeur whenever she could. In the praise services among the "inmates" which were almost sure to follow a call of the great man at the Fair Harbor it was disconcerting and provoking to the worshipers to have Esther refer to the idol as "that Eg." Mrs. Brackett took her to task for it.
"You ought to have more respect for his wife"s memory, if nothin" else,"
snapped Susanna. "If it hadn"t been for her and her generosity you wouldn"t be here, Esther Tidditt."
"Yes, and if it hadn"t been for her _he_ wouldn"t be here. He"d have been teachin" singin" school yet--if he wasn"t in jail. _You_ can call him Po-or de-ar Mr. Phillips," if you want to; _I_ call him "Old Eg."
And he is a bad egg, too, "cordin" to my notion. Prob"ly that"s why his wife and Judge Knowles hove him out of the nest."
And, as Egbert climbed in popularity while Captain Sears Kendrick slipped back, it followed naturally that Mrs. Tidditt became more and more the friend and champion of the latter. She went out of her way to do him favors and she made it her business to keep him posted on the happenings and gossip at the Fair Harbor. He did not encourage her in this, in fact he attempted tactfully to discourage her, but Esther was not easily discouraged.
It was she who first called his attention to Miss Snowden"s fondness for the Phillips society.
"Elviry"s set her cap for him," declared Mrs. Tidditt. "The way she sets and looks mushy at him when he"s preachin" about Portygee pictures and such is enough to keep a body from relishin" their meals."
But of late, according to Esther, Elvira was no longer the first violin in the Phillips orchestra.
"She"s second fiddle," announced the little woman. "There"s another craft cut acrost her bows. If you ask me who "tis I can tell you, too, Cap"n Sears."
And Sears made it a point not to ask. Once it was Elvira herself who more than hinted, and in the presence of Elizabeth and the captain. The latter pair were at the desk together when Miss Snowden pa.s.sed through the room.