"Laugh?" he exclaimed. "I couldn"t help it. All that Cooley was able to prove was that your father drank a quart of champagne at dinner, now and then. Why, I do that myself--even when I"m out of training! One quart?
Why, it"s pitiful! I"m laughing yet, but understand, I was laughing for you--not against you."
She turned away her head so he should not see she was smiling. But he was not slow to note the advance he was making, and, thus encouraged, he went on:
"Another--and perhaps the real reason why I came--and this is on the level--I"m responsible for this whole state of affairs."
Mr. Ricaby looked up in surprise.
"You?" he exclaimed.
"Yes," continued Tod, rising to go. "My mother married Jimmy because she wanted money. You know she"s very extravagant, and I"m her chief extravagance. I run up bills and she pays "em. We"ve both got the habit.
Well, you see, if it wasn"t for my debts, she wouldn"t have married Jimmy and he probably wouldn"t have tried to get his brother"s estate.
So you see it"s all my fault. I"m the black sheep--the others are only dark-brown. But I"m going to do what"s right from this out. To begin with, I"m going to turn my new eight-thousand-dollar car over to you."
"Why should you do that?" demanded Paula.
The young man chuckled as he replied:
"I got the cash on a note endorsed by mother, and Jimmy will have to pay it out of your money. It"s your money that bought the car--so you take it--but I"ll run it for you. It"s a dandy. Just romps up the hills. I can squeeze seventy out of it. It"s downstairs now. Say, Miss Marsh, come down and take a look at it----"
She shook her head.
"No--thank you all the same."
He looked at her with an injured expression.
"I give you my word of honor," he said, "I want to do what is right.
Jimmy and mother always regarded Uncle John"s money as theirs and I unconsciously fell into line. But I"ve woke up--I withdraw from the contest. I"m out of it--so we can be good friends--but--take my advice and watch Jimmy and keep your eyes on Cooley. You know Cooley cooks up all sorts of schemes for Jimmy, and Cooley isn"t exactly working for charity. I don"t like Cooley. He"s too sharp. Of course, a lawyer ought to be sharp, but Cooley is almost too deuced sharp--one of these days he"ll cut himself." As he made a move towards the door, he said: "You will come, won"t you? When shall I say you"re coming?"
He stopped to hear her answer, but none came. There was an embarra.s.sing silence. Mr. Ricaby, who was walking nervously up and down the room, suddenly turned on the young man, and, looking him squarely in the face, said:
"You really wish to do what is right?"
"Yes," answered Tod promptly.
"Then tell the whole truth," said the lawyer, raising his voice, "how much are you to receive if you succeed in persuading Miss Marsh to accept her uncle"s guardianship without protest?"
The young man answered the older man"s steady gaze unflinchingly. If he was playing the role of a spy certainly his face did not betray it. With perfect sangfroid, he answered:
"This is unworthy of you. Yet I don"t blame you for suspecting me. It was like this--I told them they didn"t know how to handle women----"
"And you do?" laughed Paula.
"Well," replied Tod, his chest inflated with self-importance, "I"ve had a little experience with women. But I didn"t promise to tell you the truth about that. I said to Jimmy and Cooley: Kindness--that"s the idea--kindness. Don"t jerk at her mouth. Hold the rein loose. Treat women and horses alike. Women and horses--the n.o.blest creatures in G.o.d"s creation. Leave her to me, I said--you see I wanted to get well acquainted with you--I"m interested--really I am."
"Indeed!" laughed Paula satirically. "I ought to feel quite complimented."
Tod broke out into a hearty laugh. Pointing gleefully at his hostess, he cried:
"Ha! ha! The ice is cracking. Miss Marsh--I warn you--you"re warming up!"
Paula was about to make retort when the door opened and Harry Parkes appeared. He nodded stiffly to Tod and approached the lawyer.
"Mr. Ricaby," he said, "your office is calling you on the telephone."
The lawyer immediately excused himself and hurried out of the room.
There was an awkward silence. Tod looked at Harry and the latter looked at Tod. Both rivals for the lady"s good graces, neither seemed disposed to leave the field free for the other.
"Well--I suppose I"d better go----" growled Tod finally. Holding out his hand to Paula, he said: "May I report progress?" Seeing her smile and thinking he might be able to get the best of the other fellow after all, he went on: "My car is downstairs. Won"t you come down and look it over?"
"Thank you, so----" she replied.
"Just a spin round the park," he pleaded. "I can do it in fifteen minutes. It"s all right, you know. The speed limit don"t go with me at all--I know all the policemen. You see Jimmy is running strong with the chief--and whatever we say, goes."
Paula laughed merrily.
"I"m afraid I can"t accept your invitation, even with the special inducement of being able to break the law with impunity."
"Sorry. Well, good-bye--I"m off." His manner lost its flippancy, and there was genuine feeling in his voice as he added: "Good-bye, Miss Marsh. Whatever happens I"m really and truly glad I had this chat with you, but I"m afraid I did most of the talking. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Mr. Chase," she said, extending her hand.
The door closed and Paula returned slowly to the table.
"A curious boy," she murmured, more to herself than to her companion. "I rather like him."
"Do you?" exclaimed Harry blankly, looking at her over his gold eyegla.s.ses. Awkwardly he went on: "I"m glad he"s gone. I wanted to say something to you. Miss Marsh--I--I"ve thought it all over----"
Paula resumed her seat and took up a book.
"Now, Harry," she laughed, "you"re going to propose again. I can see it in your face. Please don"t. There"s a good boy."
"I was only going to say," he stammered, "that the name of Parkes is at your disposal."
"That"s very kind, but----"
"Fifteen hundred a year--no enc.u.mbrances--unlimited prospects----"
She looked up at him, much amused.
"It sounds a little like a real estate advertis.e.m.e.nt. But, seriously, Harry--don"t--don"t--can"t you see I"ve no time for such nonsense? I"m driven almost to distraction. I owe Mr. Ricaby so much money. He has almost ruined himself for me. He has worked day and night on this case--neglected all his law practice. I hear him coming now. Perhaps he has some news."
There were sounds of hurried footsteps. The door opened, and the lawyer entered hurriedly. He looked flurried as if something important had happened. Turning to Harry, he said quickly:
"Will you excuse us a moment?"
"Certainly--certainly----" said the young man.