"No, sir, I want to find my bearings--to learn where I am--if I _can_.
It isn"t boasting, it"s only business. I"ve a value here, or I haven"t.
I"ve been under the impression I was valuable. You know that, don"t you, sir?"
"Oh, I"ve no quarrel with you--if you"ll go on serving me faithfully."
"I"ll serve the firm faithfully, sir--with the uttermost best that"s in me."
"All right then."
"Because that"s _my_ way, sir--the old-fashioned style I took up as a boy--and couldn"t change now, sir, if I wanted to."
When Mears came from behind the gla.s.s his face was flushed; he breathed stertorously; and he held his hands beneath the wide skirts of his frock coat to conceal the fact that they were shaking. But he kept the coat-tails swishing bravely, and he marched up and down between two counters with so grand a tramp that no one dared look at him closely.
Then, after a few minutes, Marsden came swaggering, with his hat c.o.c.ked and a lighted cigar in his mouth. Before going out into the street, he ostentatiously paused; and spoke to Mr. Mears amicably, even jovially.
And the shop comprehended that the battle was over, and that there was to be a truce between the two men.
On some days when Mrs. Marsden would probably have come down from the house into the counting-house she was prevented from doing so by a grievous headache.
These headaches attacked her suddenly and with appalling force. At first the pain was like toothache; then it was like earache, and then the whole head seemed to be rent as if struck with an axe--and afterwards for several hours there was a dull numbing discomfort, with occasional neuralgic twinges and throbbings.
Resting in her bedroom after such an attack, she was surprised by receiving a visit from Enid. She was lying on a sofa that Yates had pushed before the fire, and at the sound of voices outside the door she started up and hastily scrambled to her feet.
"Mother dear, may I come in? I"m so sorry you"re ill."
Since their parting last autumn they had not set eyes on each other, and for a little while they talked almost as strangers.
"Yates, bring up the tea."
"Oh, but isn"t it too early for tea?"
"No. Get it as quickly as you can, Yates. Mrs. Kenion must be ready for tea--after her long drive."
"I came by train. Thank you--I own I should like a cup, if it isn"t really troubling you."
"Of course not.... Do take the easy chair."
"This is very comfortable.... But won"t you lie down again? I have disturbed you."
"Not in the least. I think it will do me good to sit up. Won"t you take off your coat?"
Enid let the fur boa fall back from her slender neck, and undid two b.u.t.tons of her long grey coat.
"Really," she said, with a little laugh, "it"s so cold that I haven"t properly thawed yet."
She was charmingly dressed, and she looked very graceful and well-bred--but not at all plump; in fact rather too thin. While they drank their tea, she told her mother of the kindness of her husband"s relatives--a sister-in-law was a particular favourite; but everybody was nice and kind; there were many pleasant neighbours, and all had called and paid friendly attentions to the young couple.
"I am so glad to hear that," said Mrs. Marsden. "My only fear of the country was that you might sometimes feel yourself too much isolated."
"Oh, I"m never in the least lonely. There"s so much to do--and even if there weren"t people coming in and out perpetually, the house would take up all my time."
"Ah yes.... I suppose you are quite settled down by now."
"No, I wish we were. Things are still rather at sixes and sevens.
Otherwise I should have begged you to come and see for yourself. We are both so anxious to get you out there."
"I shall be delighted to come, my dear. But I myself have been rather rushed of late."
"Of course you have.... Er--Mr. Marsden is away, Yates told me."
"Yes, but only for a few days. I get him back to-morrow night;" and Mrs.
Marsden laughed cheerfully. "Do you know, he has taken a leaf out of Mr.
Kenion"s book. He is quite mad about racing."
"Is he? How amusing!"
"These violent delights have violent ends. He says it is only a pa.s.sing fancy; and I suppose he"ll be taking up something else directly--golf perhaps--and going mad about that."
"No doubt. Men all seem alike, don"t they?" And Enid smiled and nodded her head. "Though I must say, Charles is very true to his hunting. I mean to wean him from steeple-chasing; but I like him to hunt. It keeps him in such splendid health."
"Yes, dear. It must be tremendous exercise. Do you ride to the meets with him?"
"No, I never seem to have time--and for the moment, though we"ve six horses in the stable, there"s not one that I quite see myself on." And Enid laughed again, gaily. "Good enough for Charles, you know--but _he_ can ride anything. He wants to get me a pony-cart, and I shall be safer in that."
The constraint was wearing off. While they talked, each availed herself of any chance of investigating the other"s face--a shy swift glance, instantaneously deflected to the teacups or the mantelpiece, if a head turned to meet it. At first there had been difficulty in speaking of the husbands, but now it was quite easy; and it all sounded fairly natural.
"Oh, but that is just the sort of thing Charlie says." The daughter helped the mother. "Men always think they can manage things better than we can--and they"re _always_ troublesome about the servants. The only occasions on which Charles makes one _really_ angry are when he upsets the servants."
And Mrs. Marsden helped Enid.
"You must employ all your tact--men are so easily led, though they won"t be driven."
"No, they must be led," said Enid, with a return to complete artificiality of manner. "How true that is!"
But there was a very subtle alteration in Enid. Beneath the artificial manner gradually there became perceptible something altogether new and strange. This was another Enid--not the old Enid. She had evidently caught the peculiar tone of bucolic gentility and covert-side fashion common to most of her new a.s.sociates, and this had slightly altered her; but deeper than the surface change lay the changes slowly manifesting themselves to the instinctive penetration of her mother. Enid was softer, more gentle, a thousand times more capable of sympathy.
"d.i.c.k," Mrs. Marsden was saying, "is fearfully ambitious."
"That"s a good fault, mother."
"He even talks of--of going into Parliament."
"And why not?"
"He belongs to the Conservative Club here--but he wants," and Mrs.
Marsden showed embarra.s.sment,--"he would like to join the County Club."
"Oh!"