"No! Who from?"
"The mother. And Miss Deveen, who is staying with them, put in a postscript."
"How did they know Sophie Chalk was here?"
"Through me. One wet afternoon I wrote a long epistle to Harry, telling him, amidst other items, that Sophie Chalk was here, turning some of our heads, especially Todhetley"s. Harry, like a flat, let Helen get hold of the letter, and she read it aloud, pro bono publico. There was nothing in it that I might not have written to Helen herself; but Mr. Harry won"t get another from me in a hurry. Sophie seems to have fallen to a discount with the mother and Miss Deveen."
Bill Whitney did not know what I knew--the true story of the emeralds.
"And that"s why I did not go to the lunch to-day, Johnny. Who"s this?"
It was the scout. He came in to bring in a small parcel, daintily done up in white paper.
"Something for you, sir," he said to me. "A boy has just left it."
"It can"t be for me--that I know of. It looks like wedding-cake."
"Open it," said Bill. "Perhaps one of the grads has gone and got married."
We opened it together, laughing. A tiny paste-board box loomed out with a jeweller"s name on it; inside it was a chased gold cross, attached to a slight gold chain.
"It"s a mistake, Bill. I"ll do it up again."
Tod came back in time for dinner. Seeing the little parcel on the mantelshelf, he asked what it was. So I told him--something that the jeweller"s shop must have sent to our room by mistake. Upon that, he tore the paper open; called the shop people hard names for sending it into college, and put the box in his pocket. Which showed that it was for him.
I went to Sophie"s in the evening, having promised her, but not as soon as Tod, for I stayed to finish some Greek. Whitney went with me, in spite of his orders from home. The luncheon-party had all a.s.sembled there with the addition of Mr. and Mrs. Ap-Jenkyns. Sophie sat behind the tea-tray, dispensing tea; Gaiton handed the plum-cake. She wore a silken robe of opal tints; white lace fell over her wrists and bracelets; in her hair, brushed off her face, fluttered a b.u.t.terfly with silver wings; and on her neck was the chased gold cross that had come to our rooms a few hours before.
"Tod"s just a fool, Johnny," said Whitney in my ear. "Upon my word, I think he is. And she"s a syren!--and it was at our house he met her first!"
After Mr. and Mrs. Ap-Jenkyns left, for she was tired, they began cards.
Sophie was engrossing Gaiton, and Tod sat down to ecarte. He refused at first, but Richardson drew him on.
"I"ll show Tod the letter I had from home," said Whitney to me as we went out. "What can possess him to go and buy gold crosses for her?
She"s married."
"Gaiton and Richardson buy her things also, Bill."
"They don"t know how to spend their money fast enough. I wouldn"t: I know that."
Tod and Gaiton came in together soon after I got in. Gaiton just looked in to say good-night, and proposed that we should breakfast with him on the morrow, saying he"d ask Whitney also: and then he went up to his own rooms.
Tod fell into one of his thinking fits. He had work to do, but he sat staring at the fire, his legs stretched out. With all his carelessness he had a conscience and some forethought. I told him Bill Whitney had had a lecture from home, touching Sophie Chalk, and I conclude he heard.
But he made no sign.
"I wish to _goodness_ you wouldn"t keep up that tinkling, Johnny," he said by-and-by, in a tone of irritation.
The "tinkling" was a bit of quiet harmony. However, I shut down the piano, and went and sat by the fire, opposite to him. His brow looked troubled; he was running his hands through his hair.
"I wonder whether I could raise some money, Johnny," he began, after a bit.
"How much money?"
"A hundred, or so."
"You"d have to pay a hundred and fifty for doing it."
"Confound it, yes! And besides----"
"Besides what?"
"Nothing."
"Look here, Tod: we should have gone on as straightly and steadily as need be but for _her_. As it is, you are wasting your time and getting out of the way of work. What"s going to be the end of it?"
"Don"t know myself, Johnny."
"Do you ever ask yourself?"
"Where"s the use of asking?" he returned, after a pause. "If I ask it of myself at night, I forget it by the morning."
"Pull up at once, Tod. You"d be in time."
"Yes, now: don"t know that I shall be much longer," said Tod candidly.
He was in a soft mood that night; an unusual thing with him. "Some awful complication may come of it: a few writs or something."
"Sophie Chalk can"t do you any good, Tod."
"She has not done me any harm."
"Yes she has. She has unsettled you from the work that you came to Oxford to do; and the play in her rooms has caused you to run into debt that you don"t know how to get out of: it"s nearly as much harm as she can do you."
"Is it?"
"As much as she can do any honest fellow. Tod, if you were to lapse into crooked paths, you"d break the good old pater"s heart. There"s n.o.body in the world he cares for as he cares for you."
Tod sat twitching his whiskers. I could not understand his mood: all the carelessness and the fierceness had quite gone out of him.
"It"s the thought of the father that pulls me up, lad. What a cross-grained world it is! Why should a bit of pleasure be hedged in with thorns?"
"If we don"t go to bed we shall not be up for chapel."
"_You_ can go to bed."
"Why do you drive her out, Tod?"
"Why does the sun shine?" was the lucid answer.
"I saw you with her in that gig to-day."