Mr. Crotin rubbed his bald head in perplexity.
"They"ll come," he said hopefully, referring to the patrons whose absence was the cause of Lady Sybil"s annoyance. "They"ll come when they hear what a fine show it is. And if they don"t, Syb, I"ll come along and spend a couple of hundred pounds myself."
"You"ll do no such thing," she snapped; "and please get out of that ridiculous habit of reducing my name to one syllable. If the people of the town can"t help to support their own hospital, then they don"t deserve to have one, and I"m certainly not going to allow you to waste our money on that sort of nonsense."
"Have your own way, love," said Mr. Crotin meekly.
"Besides," she said, "it would be all over the town that it was your money which was coming in, and these horrid people would be laughing at me."
She finished b.u.t.toning her gloves and was looking at him curiously.
"What is the matter with you, John?" she asked suddenly, and he almost jumped.
"With me, love?" he said with a brave attempt at a smile. "Why, there"s nothing the matter with me. What should there be?"
"You"ve been very strange lately," she said, "ever since you came back from London."
"I think I ate something that disagreed with my digestion," he said uneasily. "I didn"t know that I"d been different."
"Are things well at your--factory?" she asked.
"At mills? Oh, aye, they"re all right," he said. "I wish everything was as right as them."
"As they," she corrected.
"As they," said the humble Mr. Crotin.
"There"s something wrong," she said, and shook her head, and Mr. Crotin found himself going white. "I"ll have a talk with you when I"ve got this wretched bazaar business out of my head," she added, and with a little nod she left him.
He walked to the window of the long dining-hall and watched her car disappearing down the drive, and then with a sigh went back to his _entremets_.
When Colonel Dan Boundary surmised that this unfortunate victim of his blackmail would be worried, he was not far from the mark. Crotin had spent many sleepless nights since he came back from London, nights full of terror, that left him a wreck to meet the fears of the days which followed. He lived all the time in the shadow of vengeful justice and exaggerated his danger to an incredible degree; perhaps it was in antic.i.p.ating what his wife would say that he experienced the most poignant misery.
He had taken to secret drinking too; little nips at odd intervals, both in his room and in his private office. Life had lost its savour, and now a new agony was added to the knowledge that his wife had detected the change. He went to his office and spent a gloomy afternoon wandering about the mills, and came back an hour before his usual time. He had not the heart to make a call at the bazaar, and speculated unhappily upon the proceeds of the afternoon session.
It was therefore with something like pleasure that he heard his wife on the telephone speaking more cheerfully than he had heard her for months.
"Is that you, John?" she was almost civil. "I"m bringing somebody home to dinner. Will you tell Phillips?"
"That"s right, love," said Mr. Crotin eagerly.
He would be glad to see some new face, and that it was a new face he could guess by the interest in Lady Sybil"s tone.
"It is a Mr. de Silva. Have you ever met him?"
"No, love, I"ve not. Is he a foreigner?"
"He"s a Portuguese gentleman," said his wife"s voice; "and he has been most helpful and most generous."
"Bring him along," said Crotin heartily. "I"ll be glad to meet him. How has the sale been, love?"
"Very good indeed," she replied; "splendid, in fact--thanks to Mr. de Silva."
John Crotin was dressing when his wife returned, and it was not until half an hour later that he met Pinto Silva for the first time. Pinto was a man who dressed well and looked well. John Crotin thought he was the most impressive personality he had met, when he stalked into the drawing-room and took the proffered hand of the mill-owner.
"This is Mr. de Silva," said his wife, who had been waiting for her guest. "As I told you, John, Mr. de Silva has been awfully kind. I don"t know what you"re going to do with all those perfectly useless things you"ve bought," she added to the polished Portuguese, and Pinto shrugged.
"Give them away," he said; "there must, for example, be a lot of poor women in the country who would be glad of the linen I have bought."
At this point dinner was announced and he took Lady Sybil in. The meal was approaching its end when she revived the question of the disposal of his purchases.
"Are you greatly interested in charities, Mr. de Silva?"
Pinto inclined his head.
"Both here and in Portugal I take a very deep interest in the welfare of the poor," he said solemnly.
"That"s fine," said Mr. Crotin, nodding approvingly. "I know what these poor people have to suffer. I"ve been amongst them----"
His wife silenced him with a look.
"It frequently happens that cases are brought to my notice," Pinto went on, "and I have one or two cases of women in my mind where these purchases of mine would be most welcome. For example," he said, "I heard the other day, quite by accident, of a poor woman in Wales whose husband deserted her."
Mr. Crotin had his fork half-way to his mouth, but put it down again.
"I don"t know much about the case personally," said Pinto carelessly, "but the circ.u.mstances were brought to my notice by a friend. I think these people suffer more than we imagine; and I"ll let you into a secret, Lady Sybil," he said, speaking impressively. He did not look at Crotin, but went on: "A few of my friends are thinking of buying a mill."
"A woollen mill?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
"A woollen mill!" he repeated.
"But why?" she asked.
"We wish to make garments and blankets for the benefit of the poor. We feel that, if we could run this sort of thing on a co-operative basis, we could manufacture the stuff cheaply, always providing, of course, that we could purchase a mill at a reasonable figure."
For the first time he looked at Crotin, and the man"s face was ghastly white.
"What a queer idea!" said Lady Sybil. "A good mill will cost you a lot of money."
"We don"t think so," said Pinto. "In fact, we expect to purchase a very excellent mill at a reasonable sum. That was my object in coming to Yorkshire, I may tell you, and it was only by accident that I saw the advertis.e.m.e.nt of your bazaar and called in."
"A fortunate accident for me," said Lady Sybil.
Crotin"s eyes were on his plate, and he did not raise them.
"I think it is a great mistake to be too generous with the poor," said Lady Sybil, shaking her head. "These women are very seldom grateful."
"I realise that," said Pinto gravely. "But I am not seeking their grat.i.tude. We find that many of these women are in terrible circ.u.mstances owing to no fault of their own. For example, this woman in Wales, whose husband is supposed to have deserted her--now, there is a bad case."