"Are they all bad?"
"They"re all bad, all! They are all anti-social. All! They are all a curse to the country and to all mankind." F.F. had already rung the bell, and he now beckoned coldly to the waitress who entered the room.
"Everybody who supports the present Government is guilty of a crime against human progress. Bring me a gla.s.s of that brown sherry I had yesterday--you know the one--and three small pieces of cheese."
Mr. Prohack went away to the telephone, and got Paul Spinner at Smathe"s office.
"I only wanted to tell you that I"ve decided to come into your show, if Smathe can arrange for the money. I"ve thought it all over carefully, and I"m yours, old boy."
He hung up the receiver immediately.
IV
The excursion to the club had taken longer than Mr. Prohack had antic.i.p.ated, and when he got back home it was nearly lunch-time. No sign of an Eagle car or any other car in front of the house! Mr. Prohack let himself in. The sounds of a table being set came from the dining-room.
He opened the door there. Machin met him at the door. Each withdrew from the other, avoiding a collision.
"Your mistress returned?"
"Yes, sir." Machin seemed to hesitate, her mind disturbed.
"Where is she?"
"I was just coming to tell you, sir. She told me to say that she was lying down."
"Oh!"
Disdaining further to interrogate the servant, he hurried upstairs. He had to excuse himself to Eve, and he had also to justify to her the placing of eighty thousand pounds in a scheme which she could not possibly understand and for which there was nothing whatever to show.
She would approve, of course; she would say that she had complete confidence in his sagacity, but all the inflections of her voice, all her gestures and glances, would indicate to him that in her opinion he was a singularly ingenuous creature, the natural prey of sharpers, and that the chances of their not being ruined by his incurable simplicity were exceedingly small. His immense reputation in the Treasury, his sinister fame as the Terror of the departments, would not weigh an atom in her general judgment of the concrete case affecting the fortunes of the Prohack family. Then she would be brave; she would be bravely resigned to the worst. She would kiss his innocence. She would quite unconvincingly a.s.sure him, in her own vocabulary, that he was a devil of a fellow and the smartest man in the world.
Further, she would draw in the horns of her secret schemes of expenditure. She would say that she had intended to do so-and-so and to buy so-and-so, but that perhaps it would be better, in view of the uncertainties of destiny, neither to do nor to buy so-and-so. In short, she would succeed in conveying to him the idea that to live with him was like being in an open boat with him adrift in the middle of the stormy Atlantic. She loved to live with him, the compensations were exquisite, and moreover what would be his fate if he were alone? Still, it was like being in an open boat with him adrift in the middle of the stormy Atlantic. And she would cling closer to him and point to the red sun setting among black clouds of tempest. And this would continue until he could throw say about a hundred and sixty thousand pounds into her lap, whereupon she would calmly a.s.sert that in her opinion he and she had really been safe all the while on the gla.s.sy lake of the Serpentine in a steamer.
"I ought to have thought of all that before," he said to himself. "And if I had I should have bought houses, something for her to look at and touch. And even then she would have suggested that if I hadn"t been a coward I could have done better than houses. She would have found in _The Times_ every day instances of companies paying twenty and thirty per cent ... No! It would have been impossible for me to invest the money without losing her esteem for me as a man of business. I wish to heaven I hadn"t got any money. So here goes!"
And he burst with a.s.sumed confidence into the bedroom. And simultaneously, to intensify his unease, the notion that profiteering was profiteering, whether in war or in peace, and the notion that F.F.
was a man of lofty altruistic ideals, surged through his distracted mind.
Eve was lying on the bed. She looked very small on the bed, smaller than usual. At the sound of the door opening she said, without moving her head--he could not see her face from the door:
"Is that you, Arthur?"
"Yes, what"s the matter?"
"Just put my cloak over my feet, will you?"
He came forward and took the cloak off a chair.
"What"s the matter?" he repeated, arranging the cloak.
"I"m not hurt, dearest, I a.s.sure you I"m not--not at all." She was speaking in a faint, weak voice, like a little child"s.
"Then you"ve had an accident?"
She glanced up at him sideways, timidly, compa.s.sionately, and nodded.
"You mustn"t be upset. I told Machin to go on with her work and not to say anything to you about it. I preferred to tell you myself. I know how sensitive you are where I"m concerned."
Mr. Prohack had to adjust his thoughts, somewhat violently, to the new situation, and he made no reply; but he was very angry about the mere existence of motor-cars. He felt that he had always had a prejudice against motor-cars, and that the prejudice was not a prejudice because it was well-founded.
"Darling, don"t look so stern. It wasn"t Carthew"s fault. Another car ran into us. I told Carthew to drive in the Park, and we went right round the Park in about five minutes. So as I felt sure you"d be a long time with that fat man, I had the idea of running down to Putney--to see Sissie." Eve laughed nervously. "I thought I might possibly bring her home with me.... After the accident Carthew put me into a taxi and I came back. Of course he had to stay to look after the car. And then you weren"t here when I arrived! Where are you going, dearest?"
"I"m going to telephone for the doctor, of course," said Mr. Prohack quietly, but very irritably.
"Oh, darling! I"ve sent for the doctor. He wasn"t in, they said, but they said he"d be back quite soon and then he"d come at once. I don"t really need the doctor. I only sent for him because I knew you"d be so frightfully angry if I didn"t."
Mr. Prohack had returned to the bed. He took his wife"s hand.
"Feel my pulse. It"s all right, isn"t it?"
"I can"t feel it at all."
"Oh, Arthur, you never could! I can feel your hand trembling, that"s what I can feel. Now please don"t be upset, Arthur."
"I suppose the car"s smashed?"
She nodded:
"It"s a bit broken."
"Where was it?"
"It was just on the other side of Putney Bridge, on the tramlines there."
"Carthew wasn"t hurt?"
"Oh, no! Carthew was simply splendid."
"How did it happen, exactly?"
"Oh, Arthur, you with your "exactlys"! Don"t ask me. I"m too tired.
Besides, I didn"t see it. My eyes were shut" She closed her eyes.
Suddenly she sat up and put her hand on his shoulder, in a sort of appeal, vaguely smiling. He tried to smile, but could not. Then her hand dropped. A totally bewildered expression veiled the anxious kindness in her eyes. The blood left her face until her cheeks were nearly as white as the embroidered cloth on the night-tabla. Her eyes closed. She fell back. She had fainted. She was just as if dead. Her hand was as cold as the hand of a corpse.
Such was Mr. Prohack"s vast experience of life that he had not the least idea what to do in this crisis. But he tremendously regretted that Angmering, Bishop, and the inventor of the motor-car had ever been born.
He rushed out on to the landing and loudly shouted: "Machin! Machin!
Ring up that d----d doctor again, and if he can"t come ring up Dr. Plott at once."