"I knew you wouldn"t. But you"ll see. She is nicer to Charles than she has ever been since just at the first."
"I am astonished! How long has she been so angelic?"
"Let me see--oh, about two months, I believe."
"Not very long, then."
"It began before Christmas. Before that we had a dreadful time. She and your father had a frightful quarrel. I wish I hadn"t been there!
She did most of the quarrelling, of course; he was merely firm, but for all that I have never seen him angrier. There were terrible scenes, so embarra.s.sing. One hates so to have the servants get to know about these things, and really they couldn"t help knowing."
"What was it all about? Do you know?"
"Oh, yes, I know. It was about the amount of money Therese had been spending. It seems your father suddenly for some reason took it into his head to go through her pa.s.s-book. Apparently he was horrified at the frequent large sums she was drawing to herself--oh, not for dressmakers or anything of that sort. Naturally he asked what she was doing with all that money, and eventually it came out she had been losing it at baccarat."
"Baccarat!"
"Well, you know your father has never much approved of gambling, beyond what he calls a mild flutter; so when he found she was throwing away several thousands a year----"
"As much as that?"
"I believe so. I never heard the exact amount, but it was staggering, that much I know. At any rate, he put a stop to it at once. He went carefully into all her legitimate expenses, and the result was he made her a fixed allowance--oh, a generous one--he has never been mean with her--only if she wants more, he must be told what it"s for."
"Good boy!" murmured Roger with approval. "So of course she was in a devil of a rage?"
"Devil expresses it rather well, I"m afraid, Roger. I"ve only seen one other person so violent, and that was an Irish cook we had before you were born, who drank raw spirit out of the bottle. As for Therese, she stormed first, then she wept, and was pathetic, then she raged again.
Altogether she must have tried everything, but you know what your father is like when he takes a stand. At last she shut herself up in her room and sent for the doctor. She declared she was ill, and threatened going into a nursing home. After a few days, however, she came to herself, very subdued, but much more pleasant and anxious to please. I can"t help thinking she might have been better all along if Charles hadn"t spoiled her so, if from the start he had taken a firmer hand."
Roger frowned a little dubiously.
"A woman, a spaniel and a walnut tree----" he murmured. "At any rate, I am very glad for the old man"s sake, and yours, too!"
"Yes, as you know, I would never stay here if your father didn"t insist on it, but now it is much more agreeable; there is scarcely any friction. She seems far less self-centred. Why, to give you one little instance; earlier in the winter your father was ordered to drink milk between meals. We had special milk in sealed bottles, and we kept it upstairs in a small refrigerator. I always opened the bottles myself and gave it to Charles at the right times--you know I have always attended to that sort of thing. But one day Therese came to me and asked if she might see to it herself. She said she felt she would like to do something for him. Of course I was delighted, so she has done it ever since. Still, it was unlike her, wasn"t it?"
"Very," a.s.sented her nephew dryly, while his face grew a little more thoughtful. "Indeed, I feel almost inclined to question her motives.
Don"t you suppose this is just another attempt to get round him?
"_Timeo Danaos_," you know."
Miss Clifford shook her head.
"I never studied Greek," she said, "but I am sure you are unjust."
Roger gave a rapturous chuckle and squeezed her plump hand in his.
"Never mind. "Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood"--you know that quotation, don"t you?"
"Certainly, though I scarcely see how it applies to Therese."
"It doesn"t," retorted Roger, laughing anew. Then more seriously, "You spoke of Arthur Holliday. Is he still on the tapis?"
"Oh, we see a good deal of him, although I believe he"s considering a position that"s been offered him in the Argentine. He came recently to ask Charles"s advice about accepting it."
"The Argentine! He must have pulled a wonderful bluff with someone."
"Yes! I"ve never known him do anything serious. Yet he always appears to have money. He runs a car, dresses well and lives at a first-rate hotel."
"One of Life"s little mysteries," commented the young man with a shake of the head. "I would like to know how these gentlemen of leisure manage. I always have to pay my hotel hills, or I would be put out, but not these fellows. Oh, no! There"s some magic about them--no known means of support, yet they live like princes. There"s one in Manchester now--he was up at Cambridge with me, I regret to say. The fact"s cost me a good deal first and last. He comes regularly to borrow money and keeps a taxi ticking up outside for an hour while he"s waiting to see me. Oh, he"s to the manor born, just like Arthur Holliday. I take off my hat to them both."
Miss Clifford laughed tolerantly.
"What you say is quite true. In the ordinary way no one despises that type more heartily than your father, but he can"t forget that Arthur was Malcolm"s great friend, and for that reason he has a soft spot in his heart for him. Arthur comes and talks to him about the war and Malcolm"s bravery, and you know what that means to Charles. And then of course he amuses Therese, who, after all, doesn"t get much fun, poor girl."
Before they realised it the car was swerving into the drive of the Villa Firenze, whose door stood wide open, framing the butler"s precise, black-clad figure. At sight of him Roger"s eye lit up.
"Well, well, Chalmers my lad, how are you? You"re looking fairly fit."
Chalmers"s wooden face relaxed into so broad a smile as to reveal what was rarely seen, a missing tooth in the upper story. He greeted the young man with evident pleasure.
"And so are you looking fit yourself, Mr. Roger, in the very pink, if I may say so, sir. Had a good crossing, sir?"
"Rotten, thanks. I"m as covered with bruises as it I"d been having a round with Tunney. Same room, I suppose?"
"Same room, sir. I"ll bring up your bags."
With an arm round the ample figure of his aunt, Roger mounted the stairs.
"I"ll wash up a bit, and then do you think I"ll be allowed to have a word with the old man?"
"I"m sure you will. He is eager to see you and to hear your news. I hope it is good."
"It is; it is absolutely one hundred per cent. good, as they would say on the other side. I----"
Here he broke off, for, on reaching the top of the staircase, he suddenly caught sight of a young and trim-looking girl of pleasing appearance, clad in a uniform of primrose-yellow, with white ap.r.o.n and cap. She issued from his father"s bedroom with an enamelled basin in her hand, smiled at Miss Clifford for a brief instant, and rapidly vanished down the hall towards the back stairs. The glimpse was a short one, yet it was sufficient to disclose the facts of clear, very child-like hazel eyes, fresh dashes of colour in the cheeks, and an exceedingly shapely pair of ankles and legs. Roger remained spellbound on the top step for so long a s.p.a.ce that his aunt turned back to discover the cause.
"That"s your day-nurse, I take it?" he asked.
"Yes, such a nice girl, who has been working for the doctor. She only arrived here yesterday, but I am sure she is an excellent nurse."
"I"m sure she"s an excellent dancer," remarked her nephew with the grave air of a connoisseur. "I wonder if she has any free time?"
The old lady looked slightly puzzled. There were so many times when she could not be quite sure whether Roger was in earnest or not.
"Come along," she chid him, pinching his ear gently, "I suppose, as usual, you are trying to pull my leg!"
CHAPTER X
A few minutes later Roger was shown into his father"s room. His first sight of the old man, lying flat on his back, his emaciated arms limp on the smooth white coverlet, his face drawn and the colour of old parchment, gave him a distinct shock. It was but a momentary one, however. The room, filled with sunlight, was calm and cheerful, the fresh fragrance of violets scented the air, the whole atmosphere tended to allay his fears. The young nurse he had seen in the hall came forward as he entered, greeting him with a frank smile.