"It seems to me," he caught her up, "that for a total stranger, you are losing remarkably little time."
"In what, sir?" she demanded, facing him fairly, with a lift of her handsome chin.
"In subverting my authority, ma"am; or, rather, in prompting others to subvert it.... Though, to be sure," he went on, in sarcastic wrath, "it may again be an accident that I happened on Eli Tregarthen less than an hour ago, and that he used very insolent language to me in the presence of my agent."
"It was not only an accident," said Vashti, slowly, and with patent sincerity; "it was one that, since I came here to urge his suit, I would have given a great deal to prevent." She paused, and for a moment seemed to be musing. "Must I understand, then, that you refuse to hear a word in his favour?"
"The man is a fool!" Sir Caesar clasped his hands behind him under his coat-tails, and paced the room. "His insolence to me apart, he is a complete fool! I offer him the choice of two farms--either one of them acre for acre, worth twice the rental of Saaron.... I simply cannot understand!"
"No," said Vashti, with a little sigh, "you cannot understand."
He had reached the fireplace, and wheeled round on her, his back to the hearth and his legs a-straddle.
"What can I not understand?" he demanded.
"Many things." Vashti met his eyes for a moment, then turned her own to the window and the blue waterways beyond the terrace, beyond the ma.s.sed tree-tops of the pleasure grounds. "Many things, and the Islands in particular. You did not understand just now that a soldier, though condemned to stand sentry in a forgotten outpost, can still be sensitive for the honour of his service, because the root of his life lies there. You cannot understand that the root of Eli Tregarthen"s life goes down into the soil he has tilled from childhood as his parents tilled it. To you Garrison Hill is a tumble-down fort, and Saaron Island a barren rock; yet you call them yours, because you have purchased them. And, nevertheless--to do you justice--you are not one who rates everything by its price in money. If you were, I could beg you to take a higher rent for Saaron and leave Eli Tregarthen undisturbed."
He shook his head. "The man pays me a fair rent; as much as I can conscientiously ask. I have a conscience, Miss Cara, and a sense of responsibility. It is not good that Tregarthen lets his children run wild there, so far from school."
"And if, sir," she went on, "you are doing this for the children"s sake, I could promise you that there are means to educate them better than any children on the Islands. But the difficulty does not lie with the children. It lies in your sense of possession, which makes Saaron Farm there"--she waved a hand--"an eyesore in the view from this window, and simply because Eli Tregarthen has crossed your will. You defend an instinct of selfishness that takes about five minutes to pa.s.s into a principle with any man who buys land. You maintain the landlord"s right to ordain the lives on your estate, and command them to be as you think best; nor does it seem to you to affect your claim for power that we understood and drew our nature from the Islands for years before ever you came to hear of them."
"Radicalism, ma"am!"
"Yes, sir. It is for the roots I plead, against your claim that the surface gives all."
He thrust his hands under his coat-tails again, and took a turn up and down the room.
"I do not affect to agree with you, Miss Cara," said he, not looking towards her when she stood by the French window, but stretching out his hand to the bell. "Yet, as owner of these Islands, I desire to be just.
I desire also to understand these Islanders, of whom, it appears, you know so much more than I. And if you do me the honour to take luncheon with me--" Here he broke off, to ring at the bell-pull. "But I warn you I am tenacious as well as curious, and shall demand to know a little more of my lecturer."
He turned and stood blinking. Vashti had disappeared. The room was empty.
He took a step to the open window, sprang out upon the terrace, and glanced to right and left.
The terrace, too, was empty. He hurried to the stairway leading down through the shrubberies. Not so much as the glimpse of a flying skirt rewarded him.
CHAPTER XIX
THE COMMANDANT"S CONSCIENCE
"The Lord Proprietor to see you, sir!"
Archelaus, presenting himself at the door of the Commandant"s office, with a slightly flushed but inscrutable face, drew aside and flattened himself against the door-jamb to let Sir Caesar enter.
The Commandant closed the book in which he had been adding up accounts which never came right, and stood up in something of a flurry. He was dressed with more than ordinary care. The lapels and collar of his uniform-coat had been treated to a vigorous brushing. In fact, he was arrayed for action: to step down the hill in an hour"s time, to call upon Mr. Fossell at the Bank and draw his pay, if any should be forthcoming.
"Good morning, Major!"
"Good morning, Sir Caesar." The Commandant nodded towards a chair.
"I thank you." Sir Caesar set down his hat upon the edge of the writing-table, drew off his gloves, tossed them into his hat, and seated himself. "I--er--called in the first place to speak about an unfortunate--er--incident that happened on Garrison Hill here last Sunday."
"Ah," said the Commandant, "so you have heard about it? I am sorry."
"Sorry for what, sir?"
"Sorry that anyone should have thought it worth while to carry tales to you; but also sorry for the incident itself."
"It appears to me, Major Vigoureux, that the incident demands some apology."
"I have made it."
Sir Caesar crossed his legs and coughed to clear his throat. "I think, my dear sir," said he, in a tone at once slightly pompous and slightly nervous, "I really think it"s time that you and I came to an understanding; that we--er--recognised, so to speak, the situation, and played with the cards on the table. Do you agree with me?"
"I might," answered the Commandant, guardedly; "that is to say, if I understood."
"I acquit you, of course, of any active share in the incident, and I am a.s.sured that Archelaus and Treacher were no worse than accomplices. It appears that the real culprit was a totally different person, and," he went on, after a glance at the Commandant"s face, which betrayed nothing, "it may save time if I tell you that she has confessed to me."
"Excuse me, I was not proposing to make any remark."
"But who in the world is the young person?"
The Commandant"s eyebrows arched themselves slightly. "She is a lady,"
he answered, in a dry voice. "If she omitted to tell you her name, the omission was no doubt intentional, and she has carried her confession just so far as she intended it to go."
"She called herself Cara; but the name tells me nothing. Who is she? I agree with you as to her address and appearance: she is in every respect--er--presentable. A relative, may I inquire?"
"No."
"A friend, then? You will pardon me? A delicate question to put, of course."
Again the Commandant"s eyebrows went up slightly. "She was my guest for a day or two," he answered.
"_Was?_ Then where in the world is she staying now?"
"If she did not tell you--" began the Commandant, but Sir Caesar interrupted him impatiently.
"Tell me? Devil a bit of it, and that"s partly why I"m here. Vanished like a witch, begad, while I was turning to ring the bell! And where she went or where she came from are mysteries alike to me."
"Why, then," the Commandant pursued, in a steady musing voice, "it seems to follow that, even if I knew, I have not her permission to tell."
The Lord Proprietor uncrossed and recrossed his legs irritably. "Come, come, Vigoureux, this will hardly do. Will it, now? I put it to you as a man of the world. No doubt it"s all innocent enough, but folks will talk. And, after all, I"m responsible for any--er--scandal affecting the Islands. Hey?"
The Commandant rose with a sudden flush on his face.