"It was the first time you had called me by my Christian name. I don"t suppose you"ve the remotest notion how splendid it sounds when you say it. There is something poetical, almost holy, about it."
"Jerry, please!"
"Say on."
"Do be sensible. Don"t you see how serious this is? We must think how we can make father consent."
"All right," I said. "We"ll tackle the point. I"m sorry to be frivolous, but I"m so happy I can"t keep it all in. I"ve got you and I can"t think of anything else."
"Try."
"I"ll pull myself together.... Now, say on once more."
"We can"t marry without his consent."
"Why not?" I said, not having a marked respect for the professor"s whims. "Gretna Green is out of date, but there are registrars."
"I hate the very idea of a registrar," she said with decision.
"Besides----"
"Well?"
"Poor father would never get over it. We"ve always been such friends.
If I married against his wishes, he would--oh, you know. Not let me near him again, and not write to me. And he would hate it all the time he was doing it. He would be bored to death without me."
"Who wouldn"t?" I said.
"Because, you see, Norah has never been quite the same. She has spent such a lot of her time on visits to people, that she and father don"t understand each other so well as he and I do. She would try and be nice to him, but she wouldn"t know him as I do. And, besides, she will be with him such a little, now she"s going to be married."
"But, look here," I said, "this is absurd. You say your father would never see you again, and so on, if you married me. Why? It"s nonsense.
It isn"t as if I were a sort of social outcast. We were the best of friends till that man Hawk gave me away like that."
"I know. But he"s very obstinate about some things. You see, he thinks the whole thing has made him look ridiculous, and it will take him a long time to forgive you for that."
I realised the truth of this. One can pardon any injury to oneself, unless it hurts one"s vanity. Moreover, even in a genuine case of rescue, the rescued man must always feel a little aggrieved with his rescuer, when he thinks the matter over in cold blood. He must regard him unconsciously as the super regards the actor-manager, indebted to him for the means of supporting existence, but grudging him the limelight and the centre of the stage and the applause. Besides, every one instinctively dislikes being under an obligation which they can never wholly repay. And when a man discovers that he has experienced all these mixed sensations for nothing, as the professor had done, his wrath is likely to be no slight thing.
Taking everything into consideration, I could not but feel that it would require more than a little persuasion to make the professor bestow his blessing with that genial warmth which we like to see in our fathers-in-law"s elect.
"You don"t think," I said, "that time, the Great Healer, and so on--?
He won"t feel kindlier disposed towards me--say in a month"s time?"
"Of course he _might_," said Phyllis; but she spoke doubtfully.
"He strikes me from what I have seen of him as a man of moods. I might do something one of these days which would completely alter his views.
We will hope for the best."
"About telling father----?"
"Need we, do you think?" I said.
"Yes, we must. I couldn"t bear to think that I was keeping it from him.
I don"t think I"ve ever kept anything from him in my life. Nothing bad, I mean."
"You count this among your darker crimes, then?"
"I was looking at it from father"s point of view. He will be awfully angry. I don"t know how I shall begin telling him."
"Good heavens!" I cried, "you surely don"t think I"m going to let you do that! Keep safely out of the way while you tell him! Not much. I"m coming back with you now, and we"ll break the bad news together."
"No, not to-night. He may be tired and rather cross. We had better wait till to-morrow. You might speak to him in the morning."
"Where shall I find him?"
"He is certain to go to the beach before breakfast for a swim."
"Good. I"ll be there."
"Ukridge," I said, when I got back, "I want your advice."
It stirred him like a trumpet blast. I suppose, when a man is in the habit of giving unsolicited counsel to everyone he meets, it is as invigorating as an electric shock to him to be asked for it spontaneously.
"Bring it out, laddie!" he replied cordially. "I"m with you. Here, come along into the garden, and state your case."
This suited me. It is always easier to talk intimately in the dark, and I did not wish to be interrupted by the sudden entrance of the Hired Man or Mrs. Beale, of which there was always a danger indoors. We walked down to the paddock. Ukridge lit a cigar.
"Ukridge," I said, "I"m engaged!"
"What!" A huge hand whistled through the darkness and smote me heavily between the shoulder-blades. "By Jove, old boy, I wish you luck. "Pon my Sam I do! Best thing in the world for you. Bachelors are mere excrescences. Never knew what happiness was till I married. When"s the wedding to be?"
"That"s where I want your advice. What you might call a difficulty has arisen about the wedding. It"s like this. I"m engaged to Phyllis Derrick."
"Derrick? Derrick?"
"You can"t have forgotten her! Good Lord, what eyes some men have! Why, if I"d only seen her once, I should have remembered her all my life."
"I know, now. Rather a pretty girl, with blue eyes."
I stared at him blankly. It was not much good, as he could not see my face, but it relieved me. "Rather a pretty girl!" What a description!
"Of course, yes," continued Ukridge. "She came to dinner here one night with her father, that fat little buffer."
"As you were careful to call him to his face at the time, confound you!
It was that that started all the trouble."
"Trouble? What trouble?"