Bates became furious because of a malevolent gleam in Miss Gurney"s eye as she looked at Dorcas.
"I"ll go, Richard,--and I shall not only tell your aunt what I have seen, but I shall feel it my duty to acquaint Mrs Everett with the facts."
"Don"t you dare!" cried Dorcas, springing up, and facing the unpleasant faced one with uncontrollable indignation. "What I do, I tell my mother myself,--I don"t have the news carried to her by her enemy"s spy!"
"Hoity-toity, miss, you"re a chip off the old block, I see!"
"And you"re a trustworthy soul, to be talking to me when you"re forbidden to do so!"
The triumph in Dorcas" tone was quite as galling to Eliza Gurney as her own chagrin at having broken her word. But, once in the moil, she saw no reason for backing out, and proceeded to pick an open quarrel.
"I can explain my speech with you to Miss Prall"s satisfaction," she went on, acidly, "and I"ll inform you, Miss Everett, that you"ve spoiled Mr. Bates" life by this clandestine affair of yours. I happen to know that his uncle, Sir Herbert Binney, was just about to make him his heir, but he will change his mind when he hears of this escapade."
"Oh, clear out, Eliza," stormed Bates; "you"ve given us enough of that drivel, now hook it! Hear me?"
Miss Gurney stared at him. "Your companionship with this young woman has corrupted your good manners," she began, quite undeterred by his wrath.
Whereupon Bates took her firmly by the shoulder, spun her round, and said, "Go!" in such a tone that she fairly scurried away.
"I vanquished her," he said, a little ruefully, "but I"m afraid it"s a frying pan and fire arrangement. She"ll tell Aunt Let.i.tia, and either aunt or Eliza herself will go at once to your mother with the tale,----"
"Well, I"d really rather they"d be told. I had to tell mother,--for truly, Rick, I can"t live in an atmosphere of deceit. I may be a crank or a craven, but much as I love you, I can"t stand keeping it a secret."
"I know it, dear, and I don"t like it a bit better than you do, only to tell is to be separated,--at once, and maybe, forever."
"No!" cried Dorcas, looking at his serious face. "Not forever!"
"Yes; even you don"t realize the lengths to which those two women will go. I hate to speak so of your mother, I hate to speak so of my aunt,--but I know they"ll move out of town, one or both, and they"ll go to the ends of the earth to keep us apart."
"But they"ve always lived near each other,--for years, in the same building."
"Yes; that was so they could quarrel and annoy and tantalize each other.
But now the necessity of separating us two will be their paramount motive, and you"ll see;--they"ll do it!"
"Then--then----"
"Then let"s get married, and go off by ourselves? Darling, if we only could! And I"ll go into the Buns, in a minute, if you say so. Much as I hate to give up my own work, I"d not hesitate, except for your sake----"
"No, I don"t want to marry a bakery man! And, I"ve too much ambition for you to let you throw your talent away! Yet, we couldn"t live on nothing a year! And, until your inventions are farther along, you can"t realize anything on them."
"Bless me, what a little business woman it is! Well, we"ve both common sense enough not to make fools of ourselves,--but oh, Dork, I do want you so! And if it were not for that foolish, ridiculous feud, we could be so happy!"
"It isn"t exactly the feud,--I mean, of course it is that, but it"s back of that,--it"s the determined, never-give-up _natures_ of the two women.
I don"t know which is more obstinate, mother or Miss Prall, but I know,--oh, Ricky, I know neither of them will ever surrender!"
"Of course they won"t,--I know that, too. So, must we give up?"
"What choice have we? What alternative?"
"None." Bates" face was blankly hopeless. "But, Dork, dear, I can"t live without you! Can"t you look ahead to--to something?"
"Don"t see anything to look ahead to. We might say we"ll wait for each other,--I"m willing,--and something tells me you are! But,--that"s an unsatisfactory arrangement----"
"It"s all of that! Oh, hang it all, Dork, I"ll go into some respectable business and earn a living. I"ll give up my plans and----"
"If you do that, you may as well go in for Buns."
"Buns! I thought you scorned the idea!"
"Princ.i.p.ally because I want you to be an inventor. But if you give up your life work,--oh, Rick, what could you do?"
"Nothing much at first. I"d have to take a clerk-ship or something and work up."
"I"m willing to share poverty with you,--in theory,--but you don"t realize what the reality would mean to us. Not only because we"re both accustomed to having everything we want, but more especially because in these days it"s too dangerous. Suppose we lived on the tiniest possible income, and then you fell ill,--or I did,--or you lost your position,--or anything that interrupted our livelihood,--then, we"d have to go back to mother or to your aunt,--and--dost like the picture?"
"I dost not! It"s out of the question. I love you too much, and too truly to take such desperate chances. I think, after all, Dork, the Buns are our one best bet!"
"Binny"s Buns! "Get a Bun!" Oh, Rikki, couldn"t hold up my head!"
"I know it,--you little inborn aristocrat! And I feel the same way about it. Well, we"ve got to go home and face the music, I suppose."
"Yes, and we"ve got to go now. I"ll get more and worse scolding for every minute I stay here."
"Also, if Eliza tells your mother, she"ll be sending Kate for you."
"Yes, or coming herself. Come along, let"s start."
The walk home was saddened by the thought that it was the last. Able to face the situation, both knew there was no hope that they should be allowed to continue their acquaintance, and knew that now it was discovered, they would very soon be as widely separated as the efforts of their elders could arrange.
Their pace slowed down as they neared The Campanile.
"Dear old place," said Dorcas, as the house came into their ken.
"Dear old nothing," returned Bates. "I think it"s an eyesore, don"t you?
That bunch of Mexican onyx ought to be taken away to make kings"
sarcophagi!"
"What a thought! Yes, it"s hideous,--but I didn"t mean its appearance.
Its dear to me because we"ve lived here together, and I"ve a premonition that before long widely separated roofs will cover our heads."
"I"ll conquer somehow!" Bates declared. "I haven"t made many protestations, but I tell you, Dork, I"m coming out on top of this heap!"
"What are you going to do? Something desperate?"
"Maybe so,--maybe only something queer. But get you, I shall and I will!
You"re intended for my mate by an Omniscient Fate, and I"m going to find some way to help said Fate along. She seems to be sidetracked for the moment."
"I wish I had more faith in your Fate helping. Oh, don"t look like that!