"Because," pursued the Governor, "it seems to me that going on as you"re doing means either that you want to marry her, or that you"re making a fool of her."
This pointed statement of the case awoke d.i.c.k"s dormant conscience.
"And a cad of myself, you mean?" he asked.
"Same thing, isn"t it?" replied his brother curtly.
"I suppose so," d.i.c.k admitted ruefully. "Hang it, I am a fool!"
"I don"t imagine you want to do anything a gentleman wouldn"t do. Only, if you do, you won"t do it from my house--that"s all."
"All right, old chap. Don"t be so precious down on me. I didn"t mean any harm. A fellow gets led on, you know--no, I don"t mean by her--by circ.u.mstances, you know."
"I grant you she"s pretty and pleasant, but she won"t have a _sou_, and--well, Medland"s a very clever fellow and very distinguished.
But----"
"No, I know. They"re not our sort."
"Then of course it"s no use blinking the fact that there"s something wrong. I don"t know what, but something."
"Did Kilshaw tell you that?"
"Yes, between ourselves, he did. He wouldn"t tell me what, but said he knew what he was talking about, and that I"d better tell you that you and all of us would be very sorry before long if we had anything to do with the Medlands."
"What the deuce does he mean?" asked d.i.c.k fretfully.
"Well, you know the sort of gossip that"s about. Compare that with what Kilshaw said."
"What gossip?"
"Nonsense! You know well enough. It"s impossible to live here without noticing that everybody thinks there"s something wrong. I believe Kilshaw knows what it is, and, what"s more, that he means to have it out some day. However that may be, rumours of the sort there are about are by themselves enough to stop any wise man."
"Old wives" scandal, I expect."
"Perhaps: perhaps not. Anyhow, I"d rather have no scandal, old wives" or any other, about my wife"s family."
"I"m awfully fond of her," said d.i.c.k.
"Well, as I said, it"s your look-out. I don"t know what Mary"ll say, and--you"ve only got six hundred a year of your own, d.i.c.k."
"It seems to me we"re in the deuce of a hurry--" began d.i.c.k feebly, but his brother interrupted him.
"Come, d.i.c.k, do you suppose Kilshaw would have come to me, if he hadn"t thought the matter serious? It wasn"t a very pleasant interview for him.
I expect you"ve been making the pace pretty warm."
d.i.c.k did not venture on a denial. He shifted about uneasily in his seat, and lit a cigarette with elaborate care.
"I don"t want to be disagreeable," pursued the Governor, "but both for your sake and mine--not to speak of the girl"s--I won"t have anything that looks like trifling with her. You must make up your mind; you must go on, or you must drop it."
"How the devil can I drop it? I"m bound to meet her two or three times a week, and I can"t cut her."
"You needn"t flirt with her."
"Oh, needn"t I? That"s all you know about it."
The Governor was not offended by this rudeness.
"Then," he said, "if you don"t mean to go on----"
"Who said I didn"t?"
"Do you?"
d.i.c.k was driven into a corner. He asked why life was so ill-arranged, why he was poor, why a man might not look at a girl without proposing to her, why everybody was always so down on him, why people chattered so maliciously, why he was such a miserable devil, and many other questions. His brother relentlessly repeated his "Do you?" and at last d.i.c.k, red in the face, and with every sign of wholesome shame, blurted out,
"How can I marry her? You know I can"t--especially after this story of Kilshaw"s."
"Very well. Then if you can"t marry her, and yet can"t help making love to her----"
"I didn"t say I made love to her."
"But you do--making love to her, I say, as often as you see her, why, you mustn"t see her."
"I"m bound to see her."
"As long as you stay here, yes. But you needn"t stay here. We can govern New Lindsey without you, d.i.c.k, for a time, anyhow."
This suggestion fell as a new light on d.i.c.k Derosne. He waited a moment before answering it with a long-drawn "O-oh!"
"Yes," said the Governor, nodding emphatically. "You might just as well run home and give a look to things: most likely they"re going to the deuce."
"But what am I to say to people?"
"Why, that you"re going to look after some affairs of mine."
"Will she believe that?"
"She? You said "people!""
"Hang it, Willie! I don"t like bolting. Besides, it"s not half bad out here. Do you think I"ve--I"ve behaved like a beast, Willie?"
"It looks like it."
"It"s no more than what lots of fellows do."
"Not a bit: less than a great many, thank G.o.d, d.i.c.k. Come, old chap, do the square thing--the squarest thing you can do now."
"Give me till to-morrow," said d.i.c.k, and escaped in a jumble of conflicting feelings--smothered pride in his fascinations, honest reprobation of his recklessness, momentary romantic impulses, recurrent prudential recollections, longings to stay, impatience to get rid of the affair, regrets that he had ever met Daisy Medland, pangs at the notion of not meeting her in the future--a very hotch-pot of crossed and jarring inclinations.