"Then you don"t care for it? You think it"s ridiculous?" said she anxiously, when she had sat down.
He replied, standing in front of her:
"You know that Oxford Concise Dictionary that I bought just before the war? Where is it?"
"Arthur!" she said. "What"s the matter with you? You look so queer. I suppose the dictionary"s where you keep it. _I_ never touch it."
"I want you to be sure to remind me to cross the word "economy" out of it to-night. In fact I think I"d better tear out the whole page."
"Arthur!" she exclaimed again. "Are you ill? Has anything serious happened? I warn you I can"t stand much more to-day."
"Something very serious has happened," answered the incorrigible Mr.
Prohack. "It may be all for the best; it may be all for the worst.
Depends how you look at it. Anyway I"m determined to tell you. Of course I shouldn"t dream of telling anybody else until I"d told you." He seated himself by her side. There was just s.p.a.ce enough for the two of them on the sofa.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Mrs. Prohack, with apprehension, and instinctively she stretched her arm out and extinguished one of the lights.
He had been touched by her manoeuvre, half economy and half coquetry, with the Chinese dress. He was still more touched by the gesture of extinguishing a light. For a year or two past Mrs. Prohack had been putting forward a theory that an average degree of illumination tried her eyes, and the household was now accustomed to twilit rooms in the evening. Mr. Prohack knew that the recent taste for obscurity had nothing to do with her eyes and everything to do with her years, but he pretended to be deceived by her duplicity. Not for millions would he have given her cause to suspect that he was not perfectly deceived. He understood and sympathised with her in all her manifestations. He did not select choice pieces of her character for liking, and dislike or disapprove of the rest. He took her undivided, unchipped, and liked the whole of her. It was very strange.
When he married her he had a.s.sumed, but was not sure, that he loved her.
For thirteen or fourteen years she had endangered the bond between them by what seemed to him to be her caprices, illogicalities, perversities, and had saved it by her charming demonstrations of affection. During this period he had remained as it were neutral--an impa.s.sive spectator of her union with a man who happened to be himself. He had observed and weighed all her faults, and had concluded that she was not worse than other wives whom he respected. He continued to wonder what it was that held them together. At length, and very slowly indeed, he had begun to have a revelation, not of her but of himself. He guessed that he must be profoundly in love with her and that his original a.s.sumption was much more than accurate,--it was a bull"s-eye. His love developed into a pa.s.sion, not one of your eruptive, scalding affairs, but something as placid as an English landscape, with white heat far, far below the surface.
He felt how fine and amusing it was to have a genuine, incurable, illogical pa.s.sion for a woman,--a pa.s.sion that was almost an instinct.
He deliberately cultivated it and dwelt on it and enjoyed it. He liked reflecting upon it. He esteemed that it must be about the most satisfying experience in the entire realm of sentiment, and that no other earthly experience of any sort could approach it. He made this discovery for himself, with the same sensations as if he had discovered a new star or the circulation of the blood. Of course he knew that two-thirds of the imaginative literature of the world was based on, and ill.u.s.trative of, this great human discovery, and therefore that he was not exactly a pioneer. No matter! He was a pioneer all the same.
"Do you remember a fellow named Angmering?" he began, on a note of the closest confiding intimacy--a note which always flattered and delighted his wife.
"Yes."
"What was he like?"
"Wasn"t he the man that started to run away with Ronnie Philps" wife and thought better of it and got her out of the train at Crewe and put her into the London train that was standing at the other platform and left her without a ticket? Was it Crewe or Rugby--I forget which?"
"No, no. You"re all mixed up. That wasn"t Angmering."
"Well, you have such funny friends, darling. Tell me, then."
"Angmering never ran away with anybody except himself. He went to America and before he left I lent him a hundred pounds."
"Arthur, I"ll swear you never told me that at the time. In fact you always said positively you wouldn"t lend money to anybody. You promised me. I hope he"s paid you back."
"He hasn"t. And I"ve just heard he"s dead."
"I felt that was coming. Yes. I knew from the moment you began to talk that it was something of that kind. And just when we could do with that hundred pounds--heaven knows! Oh, Arthur!"
"He"s dead," said Mr. Prohack clinchingly, "but he"s left me ten thousand a year. Ha, ha!--Ha, ha!" He put his hand on her soft shoulder and gave a triumphant wink.
III
"Dollars, naturally," said Mrs. Prohack, after listening to various romantic details.
"No, pounds."
"And do you believe it? Are you sure this man Bishop isn"t up to some game? You know anybody can get the better of you, sweetest."
"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "I know I"m the greatest and sweetest imbecile that the Almighty ever created. But I believe it."
"But _why_ should he leave you all this money? It doesn"t stand to reason."
"It doesn"t. But you see the poor fellow had to leave it to _some_ one.
And he"d no time to think. I expect he just did the first thing that came into his head and was glad to get it over. I daresay he rather enjoyed doing it, even if he was in great pain, which I don"t think he was."
"And who do you say the woman is that"s got as much as you have?"
"I don"t say because I don"t know."
"I guarantee _she_ hadn"t lent him a hundred pounds," said Mrs. Prohack with finality. "And you can talk as long as you like about real property in Cincinnati--what is real property? Isn"t all property real?--I shall begin to believe in the fortune the day you give me a pearl necklace worth a thousand pounds. And not before."
"Lady," replied Mr. Prohack, "then I will never give you a pearl necklace."
Mrs. Prohack laughed.
"I know that," she said.
After a long meditative pause which her husband did not interrupt, she murmured: "So I suppose we shall be what you call rich?"
"Some people will undoubtedly call us rich. Others won"t."
"You know we shan"t be any happier," she warned him.
"No," Mr. Prohack agreed. "It"s a great trial, besides being a great bore. But we must stick it."
"_I_ shan"t be any different. So you mustn"t expect it."
"I never have expected it."
"I wonder what the children will say. Now, Arthur, don"t go and tell them at dinner while the maid"s there. I think I"ll fetch them up now."
"You"ll do nothing of the kind," said Mr. Prohack sharply.
"Why not?"
"Because I can"t stand the strain of telling them to-night. Ha-ha!" He laughed. "I intend to think things over and tell them to-morrow. I"ve had quite enough strain for one day."