Therewith he swung out of the room. A few minutes later Kathleen saw him striding rapidly down the avenue on his way towards Grey Town. But she had other things to do besides thinking of Denis Quirk. No sooner was he out of sight than she had settled Mrs. Quirk comfortably in an easy-chair on the balcony, and was reading to the old lady until the latter fell into a peaceful sleep.
It was a quiet and monotonous life for a young girl. Mrs. Quirk was now so dependent upon her that she must have Kathleen always by her side.
This was not due to selfishness on the old lady"s part. She did not understand that young people need a certain amount of amus.e.m.e.nt and pleasure to make their lives complete. Kathleen, being wholly unselfish in her nature, considered it her sole duty to look after the old lady.
Mr. Quirk, too, had made Kathleen his secretary and accountant. When she was not with Mrs. Quirk, the girl was generally to be found surrounded by accounts and business letters.
It was thus that Denis Quirk found her on his return from the town.
"Do you ever go out?" he asked her, imperatively.
"Every day," she answered.
"To theatres and dances?" he asked.
"I have no time for such frivolities," she answered, laughingly. "I am a working woman now, with every moment occupied."
"Pshaw!" he answered, impatiently. "You need readjusting; you all need readjusting. Life was never intended to be a mere drudgery."
At tea--the Quirks still clung to the old scheme of meals of the Collingwood days--as they sat around the large table, he suddenly asked his father:
"Why don"t you buy a motor, Dad?"
Samuel Quirk glared at his son for some moments in speechless surprise.
Then he answered:
"What would I be doing with a motor?"
"Enjoying the beauties of Australia, and giving the mother a little pleasure," replied Denis.
"Pleasure! I would die in a motor," cried Mrs. Quirk.
"Just as well die there as in a phaeton. If you once ride in a motor, you will never ride in anything else, unless it"s an aeroplane. If the Dad doesn"t buy you a motor, I will."
"A motor! What would the boys say to see me in a motor?" growled Samuel Quirk.
"Confound the boys! If the boys object to a motor, they are fools.
Motors mean the circulation of money. What is the difference between a motor and a house, a motor and a horse, a motor and a coat? Don"t they all represent money to the working man? Don"t bother yourself about the boys, or the jacka.s.ses either!"
Already there were signs of political differences between father and son. Samuel Quirk had clung to his Labour political creed all his life; now, in his time of prosperity, he refused to resign his early principles. Denis, a Democrat at heart, was something of a freelance, inclined to tilt indiscriminately at both parties. This, however, was the first occasion since his homecoming on which he had openly opposed his father, and Samuel Quirk resented it.
"I have two legs to travel on, and they are good enough for me," he growled.
"Just hear him, and he calls himself a Progressive. It"s a Conservative he is. Where"s the use of science, if you refuse to make use of its gifts?" cried Denis.
Kathleen recognised that Denis was irritating his father and grieving his mother, not of intention, but simply because he did not realise that Samuel Quirk could not tolerate opposition.
"Well, I have a proposal to make. You shall hire a motor," she suggested. "Mr. Quirk and Granny shall ride in it, and see how they like it. Then, perhaps, Mr. Quirk may be induced to buy one."
"Never!" growled Samuel Quirk. "Them noisy, dusty, smelling inventions of the----!"
"Hush!" cried Mrs. Quirk. "The devil never invented anything good."
"And where"s the good of them?" asked her husband.
"They make a long and hard journey short and pleasant. But Miss O"Connor is right. You shall try what a motor is like, and if you don"t take to it I will buy one for the mother myself," said Denis.
It was an exciting moment in the house when he drove up the following day in a large car. Mrs. Quirk, if very nervous, was anxious to experience the new sensation of travelling in a motor; Kathleen was keenly desirous that Denis" plan might succeed; Samuel Quirk feigned contempt and indifference, but he was in his heart as excited as his wife.
"Now, come along, mother, and you, too, Miss O"Connor. Will you try a short spin, Dad?" said Denis.
Samuel Quirk strolled over to and eyed the motor even more contemptuously than before.
"What"s that?" he asked the chauffeur.
"That"s the throttle," replied the latter.
"Humph! I suppose you can drive the noisy thing?"
The chauffeur nodded; he was too insulted to reply in words.
"Can you stop it?" asked the old man.
"In a few yards," said Denis. "Step inside, Dad, and see for yourself."
Grumbling and growling, Samuel Quirk followed his wife and Kathleen into the tonneau. From the front seat Denis directed the driver.
"Easy at first, until they find their legs; then intoxicate them with the sensation of flying," he half whispered.
To Kathleen it was pure joy from the first; but Mrs. Quirk, and, to tell the truth, Samuel Quirk, were for half an hour very nervous.
"Can you stop her?" the latter asked as they flew down a steep hill.
In answer to the question, the chauffeur brought the car to a standstill. Thus a.s.sured, Samuel Quirk became confident, and before they returned home he was urging the chauffeur to increased speed.
"Do you call this fast?" he asked; and when the car began to race along the road a pleased smile lighted up his face. He even waved his hand pleasantly to those he pa.s.sed on the road, and when the car stopped in front of the house the old man asked the chauffeur:
"How much do you want for it?"
"You don"t think of buying this old car?" cried Denis. "You want a new one, and right up to date."
"Would it go as fast as this one?" asked Samuel Quirk.
"You shall have one out in a few days and try it."
Only a fortnight later a large twenty-horse-power car and a chauffeur were added to the equipment of "Layton." Samuel Quirk was the most enthusiastic admirer of, and the most frequent pa.s.senger in, the car. He was curious as to the machinery and the method of driving. Probably this was the most satisfactory thing that his wealth had brought him.
Mrs. Quirk, too, after her first nervousness, found great pleasure in the motor; but to Kathleen it was the first of a series of new enjoyments, for Denis Quirk hurried his mother on from one dissipation to another--concerts, theatres, even dances. Hesitatingly, Mrs. Quirk accepted his advice to try them; but, having once found pleasure in the evident enjoyment they gave Kathleen, she willingly went wherever Denis advised her. In this way the household at "Layton" received the necessary readjustment, with excellent results to all the inmates.