"He doesn"t want me, particularly. He wants all three of us."
"I think," said James, "you"ll find that he wants you most."
She felt that this must be fathomed. "And if he did," she said, "should you object to that?" He kept very dry.
"It isn"t a case of objecting to that, or this. The question before me at present is whether I want to form one of a party which doesn"t want me, and where I might be in the way."
"From what I know of Mr. Urquhart," she answered, "I don"t think he would ever ask a person he didn"t want."
"He might, if he couldn"t get the person he did want in any other way," said James. "Who else is to come?"
"Vera Nugent and her boy, and perhaps Lord Considine. He is going to ask Laurence and Mabel and all the boys too."
"It will be a kind of school-treat," said James. "I own it doesn"t sound very exciting. Where are we to go to?"
"To Norway. He knows of a house on the Hardanger Fiord, a house in a wood. He wants to hire a steamer to take us up from Bergen, and means to bring a motor-boat with him. There will be fishing of sorts if you want it."
"I don"t," said James; then held up his chin. "Is my tie straight?"
She looked. "Perfectly. What am I to say to Mr. Urquhart?"
He said, "I"ll talk about it; we"ll discuss it in all its bearings. I don"t think I"m so attracted as you are, but then--"
"It"s very evident you aren"t," Lucy said, and no more. She felt in a p.r.i.c.kly heat, and thought that she had never wanted anything so much in her life as this which was about to be denied her. She dared not write to Lancelot about it; but to Urquhart she confessed her despair and hinted at her longing. He replied at once, "Ask me to dinner.
I"ll tackle him. Vera and child will come; not Considine. The Corbets can"t--going to Scotland, yachting. We needn"t have another woman, but Vera will be cross if there is no other man. Up to you to find one."
This again she carried to James, who said, "Let him come--any free night. Tell me which you settle, will you?"
James had been thinking it out. He knew he would have to go, and was prepared with what he called a spoke for Jimmy"s wheel. Incidentally it would be a nasty one for Lucy, and none the worse for that. He considered that she was getting out of hand, and that Urquhart might be a nuisance because such a spiny customer to tackle. But he had a little plan, and chuckled over it a good deal when he was by himself.
He was, as usual, excessively urbane to Urquhart when they met, and himself opened the topic of the Norwegian jaunt. Urquhart took up the ball. "I think you might come. Your wife and boy will love it, and you"ll kindle at their joy. "They for life only, you for life in them," to flout the bard. Besides, you are not a fogey, if I"m not. I believe our ages tally. You shall climb mountains with me, Macartney, and improve the muscles of your calves. You don"t fish, I think. Nor do I. I thought I should catch your brother-in-law with that bait--but no. As for mine, he"ll spend the month in bed somewhere."
"Is your sister coming?" James asked.
Urquhart nodded. "And her youngster. Osborne boy, and a good sort.
Lancelot and he have met."
"They"ll fight," said James, "and Mrs. Nugent and Lucy won"t speak."
"Vera would speak, I"m sure," said Lucy, "and as for me, I seldom get a chance."
"A very true saying," said Urquhart. "I don"t believe the Last Judgment would prevent Vera from talking. Well, Macartney, what says the Man of the World?"
"If you mean me," said James, "I gather that you all want to go. Lucy does, but that"s of course. Lancelot will, equally of course. But I have a suggestion to make. Might not the party be a little bigger?"
"It might, and it should," said Urquhart; "in fact, I asked Considine to join us. He would love it, but he has to make a speech at a Congress, or read a paper, and he says he can"t get out of it. The Corbets can"t come. I"ll ask anybody else you like."
James, who was now about to enjoy himself, said, "I leave the ladies to Lucy and Mrs. Nugent. Their choice would no doubt be mine. But I certainly think we want another man. Much as you and I esteem each other, my dear Urquhart, if there"s walking to be done--serious walking, I think we shall be better three than two. I don"t at all agree that three is no company. Where men are concerned I think it better than two or four. If only to give a knee, or hold the sponge!
And with more than four you become a horde. We want a man now."
"I think so too," Urquhart said. "Well, who"s your candidate?"
James meditated, or appeared to meditate. "Well," he said, looking up and fixing Urquhart with his eyegla.s.s, "what do you say to Francis Lingen? Lucy likes him, I am used to him, and you will have to be some day."
Lucy was extremely annoyed. That was evident. She bit her lip, and crumbled her bread. She said shortly, "Francis couldn"t walk to save his life."
"Let us put it another way," said James, enjoying his little _coup_.
"Let us say that if he did walk, he might save his life."
Urquhart marked the breeze, and sailed into it. "I leave all that to you. All I know about Lingen is that I have done my best to oblige him in his private affairs. I confess that I find him mild, not to say insipid, but I dare say he"s the life of a party when he"s put to it."
"Oh," said James, not averse from disparaging an old rival, "Oh, poor chap, he hasn"t many party tricks. I"d back him at cat"s-cradle, and I dare say he plays a very fair game at noughts-and-crosses. Besides, he"ll do what he"s told, and fetch things for you. You"ll find him a handy and obliging chap to have about."
"Sounds delightful," said Urquhart pleasantly. He turned to Lucy.
"We"ll give him Lingen, shall we?"
She said, "By all means. It doesn"t matter in the least to me."
So James had his little whack, after all.
CHAPTER XV
JAMES
James, hardly knowing it, was bracing himself for a serious situation.
He had a keen eye for a man, a feeling for style; in his judgment Urquhart was momentous, so much so that he could not afford to be irritated. Jealousy to him was a weakness, only pardonable when the cause was trivial. It had been trivial with poor Lingen. Fishing in heavy water, a skipjack snaps at your fly, and you jerk him out to bank with a Devil take you. But the swirling shoulder, the long ridge across the pool, and the steady strain: you are into a twelve-pounder, and the Devil is uninvoked.
He asked Jimmy to lunch at his club, and took the candid line about the Norwegian project. Lucy was desperately tired, he said, so he was pleased with the scheme. The poor dear girl was run down, the fact was. "You are very good for her, I believe. You exhilarate her; she forgets her troubles. She admires audacity--from the bank."
"I"ll be as audacious as you please," said Jimmy.
"Oh, you won"t take me in," James said. "I"m an old hand. I know my Urquhart. But Lucy will expect feats of strength. You are a champion."
"D---- your eyes!" said Urquhart to himself.
"The boy is one of your slaves, too. I can"t tell you how contented I am that you approve of him."
"He"s all right," said Urquhart, who didn"t like all this. James, on the contrary, liked it awfully. He became a chatterbox.
"He"s more than that in his mother"s esteem. But Lucy"s a wise mother.
She moves with her finger on her lip. And that, mind you, without coddling. She"ll risk him to the hair"s-breadth--and never a word. But she won"t risk herself. Not she! Why, she might be wanted! But there it is. Women can do these things, G.o.d knows how! It"s men who make a fuss. Well, well--but I babble."
"My dear man," said Urquhart, "not at all. It"s a thing you never do."