"Red, you"re not serious!" This was Martha. "Can"t you trust Ellen to preserve her own--"
"Dead line? Yes--in my absence. When I"m on the spot I prefer to play picket-duty myself. I may be eccentric. But that"s one of my notions, and I"ve an idea it"s one of hers, too."
"Better get her a veil, you Turk."
Macauley walked away with a very red face, at which Burns unexpectedly burst into a laugh, and his good humour came back with a rush.
"Look here, you people. Forget my heroics and come over to our house.
I"ll give you something to take the taste of those idiotic little cakes out of your hungry mouths. No refusals! I"m your best friend, Jim Macauley, and you know it, so come along and don"t act like a small boy who"s had his candy taken away from him. You"ve plenty of candy of your own, you know."
He was his gay self again, and bore them away with him on the wave of his boyish spirits. Across the lawn and into the house they went, the six, and were conducted into the living-room and bidden settle down around the fireplace.
"Start a fire, Jim, and get a bed of cannel going with a roar. You"ll find the stuff in that willow basket. Open all the windows, Ches. Then all make yourselves comfortable and await my operations. I promise you a treat--from my point of view."
And he rushed away.
"It"s my private opinion," growled Macauley, beginning sulkily to lay the fire, "that that fellow is off his head. He always did seem a trifle cracked, and to-night he"s certainly dippy. What"s he going to do with a fire, at 11 P.M., on a May evening, I"d like to know?"
"Whatever it is, it will be refreshing." Winifred Chester, reckless of her delicate blue evening gown, curled herself up in a corner of the big davenport and laid her head luxuriously down among the pillows. "Oh, I"m so tired," she sighed. "Seems to me I never heard so many stupid things said, in one evening, in my life."
Arthur Chester, having thrown every window wide--though he discreetly drew the curtains over those which faced the street--sat down in a great winged chair of comfortable cushioning, and stretched his legs in front of him as far as they would go, his arms clasped behind his head. He also drew a deep sigh of content.
"I don"t recall," said he, wearily, "that I have sat down once during the entire evening."
"How ridiculous!" cried Martha Macauley, bristling. "If you didn"t, it was your own fault. I took away hardly any chairs, and I arranged several splendid corners just on purpose for those who wished to sit."
"As there were a couple of hundred people, and not over a couple of dozen chairs--" began Chester, dryly.
But Martha interrupted him. "I never saw such a set. Just as if you hadn"t been going to affairs like this one all your lives,--and Ellen, especially, must have been at hundreds of them in Washington,--and now you"re all disgusted with having to bear up under just one little informal--"
"Cheer up, my children," called Burns, reentering. He was garbed in white, which his guests saw after a moment to be a freshly laundered surgical gown, covering him from head to foot, the sleeves reaching only to his elbows, beneath which his bare arms gleamed st.u.r.dily. He bore a wire broiler in one hand, and a platter of something in the other, and his face wore an expression of content.
"Beefsteak, by all that"s crazy!" shouted James Macauley, eying the generous expanse of raw meat upon the platter with undisguised delight.
He forgot his sulkiness in an instant, and slapped his friend upon the back with a resounding blow. "Bully for Red!" he cried.
"Well, well! Of all the wild ideas!" murmured Arthur Chester. But he sat up in his chair, and his expression grew definitely more cheerful.
Winifred laughed out with antic.i.p.ation. "Oh, how good that will taste!"
she exclaimed, hugging herself in her own pretty arms. "It is just what we want, after wearing ourselves out being agreeable. Who but Red would ever think of such a thing, at this time of night?"
"I believe it will taste good," and Martha Macauley laid her head back at last against the encompa.s.sing comfort of the chair she sat in, and for the first time relaxed from the duties of hostess and the succeeding defence of her hospitality.
"Don"t you want my help, Red?" his wife asked him, at his elbow.
He turned and looked at the gray gauze gown. "I should say not," said he.
"Lie back, all of you, and take your ease, which you have richly earned, while I play _chef_. Nothing will suit me better. I"m boiling over with restrained emotion, and this will work it off. Lie back, while I imagine that it"s one of the male guests who bored me whom I"m grilling now. I"ll do him to a turn!"
He proceeded with his operations, working the quick fire of cannel which Macauley had started into a glowing bed of hot coals. He improvised from the andirons a rack for his broiler, and set the steak to cooking. While he heated plates, sliced bread, and brought knives, forks, and napkins, he kept an experienced eye upon his broiler, and saw that it was continually turned and shifted, in order to get the best results. And presently he was laying his finished product upon the hot platter, seasoning it, applying a rich dressing of b.u.t.ter, and, at last, preparing with a flourish of the knife to carve it.
It was at this to-be-expected moment that the office-bell rang. Miss Mathewson summoned her employer, and Burns stayed only to serve his guests, before he left them hungrily consuming his offering and bewailing his departure.
"Only," Martha Macauley said, "we ought to be thankful that for once he got through an evening without being called out."
Ellen had placed her husband"s portion where it would keep hot for him, and the others had nearly finished consuming their own, when Burns came in. He made for the fire, amid the greetings and praises of his guests, and served his own plate with the portion remaining on the platter, covering it liberally with the rich gravy. Then he cut and b.u.t.tered two thick slices of bread and laid them on the plate.
"Sit down, sit down, man!" urged Macauley, as his host rose to his feet.
"We"re waiting to see you enjoy this magnificent result of your cookery.
It"s the best steak I"ve had in a blue moon."
"If you"ll excuse me, I"m going to take mine in the office," Burns explained. "Can"t leave my patient just yet." And he went away again, carrying his plate, napkin over his arm.
Five minutes later Macauley, putting down his empty plate, got up and strolled out into the hall. A moment afterward he was heard abruptly closing the office door, saying, "Oh, I beg pardon!" Then he returned to the company. He was whistling softly as he came, his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows lifted.
"He _is_ dippy," he said, solemnly. "No man in his senses would act like that."
"You eavesdropper, what did you see?" Winifred Chester looked at him expectantly.
"I saw the worst-looking specimen of tramp humanity who has come under my observation for a year, with a bandage over one eye. He is sitting in that big chair with a plate and napkin in his lap, and his ugly mouth is full of beefsteak."
"And isn"t Red having any?" cried Martha, with a glance at the empty platter.
"Not a smell. He"s standing up by the chimney-piece, looking the picture of contentment--the idiot. But he modified his benevolent expression long enough to give me a glare, when he saw me looking in. That"s the second glare I"ve had from him to-night, and I"m going home. I can"t stand incurring his displeasure a third time in one day. Come, Martha, let"s get back to our happy home--what there is left of it after the fray. We"ll send over a plate of little cakes for the master of the house. A couple of dozen of them may fill up that yawning cavity of his.
Of all the foolishness!"
CHAPTER IV
A RED HEAD
"Marriage," said James Macauley, looking thoughtfully into his coffee cup, as he sat opposite his wife, Martha, at the breakfast-table, "is supposed to change a man radically. The influence of a good and lovely woman can hardly be overestimated. But the question is, can the temper of a red-headed explosive ever be rendered uninflammable?"
"What are you talking about?" Martha inquired, with interest. "Ellen and Red? Red _is_ changed. I never saw him so dear and tractable."
"Dear and tractable, is he? Have you happened to encounter him in the last twenty-four hours?"
"No. What"s the matter? He and Ellen can"t possibly have had any--misunderstanding? And if they had, they wouldn"t tell you about it."
"Well, they may not have had a misunderstanding, but if Ellen succeeds in understanding him through the present crisis she"ll prove herself a remarkable woman. As near as I can make it out, Red is mad, fighting mad, clear through, with somebody or something, and he can no more disguise it than he ever could. I don"t suppose it"s with anybody at home, of course, but it makes him anything but an angel, there or anywhere else."
"Where did you see him? Hush--Mary"s coming!"
Macauley waited obediently till the maid had left the room again. Then he proceeded. He had not begun upon the present subject until the children had gone away, leaving the father and mother alone together.
"I ran into his office last night, after those throat-tablets he gives me, and heard him at the telephone in the private office. Couldn"t help hearing him. He was giving the everlasting quietus to somebody, and I thought he"d burn out the transmitter."