He pleaded a little masterfully, Judith thought, but as long as he did not suspect that it was his forcefulness that attracted her, all was well. "I suppose I can hear down there, if any one called," she said doubtfully.
"Certainly you can."
They went down to where the two cedars loomed, a dark ma.s.s, and groped their way to the bench. It was dark beneath the trees and quite dry.
Below them was a hollow and beyond it a steep slope crowned by a group of trees, their outlines distinct against the sky. In every direction but this the country dropped away from the house, affording views for miles. Except for the music in the house behind them and the occasional snort or stamp of a horse in the stables, it was very still.
"This is splendid," Baird said, "but are you warm enough? You have nothing on your head--there"s a hood to your cape ... may I?"
He drew it up over her hair, restraining his impulse to touch her cheek as he did so. The cape reminded him of Ann Penniman and his afternoon"s adventure, and he smiled a little to himself. That had been so natural a performance, and this enforced deference was so entirely a new experience. He was enjoying it; he liked the way in which Judith kept the distance between them. She sat well against her corner of the bench.
He could see her face now, black and white and rounded into girlishness by the encircling hood, again reminding him of Ann.
"I like those hooded capes," he remarked. "I don"t know that I ever saw one till I came here."
"Haven"t you? Almost every woman here has one--they are so convenient.
Do you know what sun-bonnets are? If you"re here in the summer you"ll become acquainted with them, too. But I suppose you will be off befo"
then." She spoke more lazily than usual, slurred her words more, another reminder of Ann.
"I shan"t be able to get away when I go--if you continue to be kind to me."
Judith laughed. "Do you happen to be Irish?"
"Of course I"m Irish! Haven"t you noticed my long upper lip? My father was a pretty successful Chicago ward politician and I have the gift of gab and manipulation too. I can talk money out of a man--any hour of the day. Now that I have had enough of adventure, I mean to settle down to handling people and making money. I was born to it.... But that sort of thing is contrary to all your traditions, isn"t it?" he added.
Judith thought that he judged himself rightly; his voice alone would accomplish for him; it had both a persuasive and a compelling quality.
"It is, but I admire it," she returned decidedly. He had offered her the opportunity she wanted.
"You do?" Baird said, surprised. Then his shrewdness added, "No, you only think you do. I don"t believe there is a man in your family who would thrill over making money. I mean, thrill at the fight one must make in order to gain power over men and circ.u.mstances, for that is really the thing that buoys the money-maker, sheer joy in the tussle.
There is the miser, of course, but he"s rarely a genius. Any one can be a miser, if so inclined."
"You are right--the men of my family have very little business ability,"
Judith answered. "Garvin is the only one who has. He would be a success, if given the opportunity. He is tremendously interested in anything he undertakes and is capable of concentration--and he wants to make money."
It was not Baird"s reading of Garvin Westmore, but he answered promptly: "He seems to be an energetic, wide-awake sort." Baird"s alertness warned him that there was purpose in Judith"s remarks.
Judith continued. "Yes, and I should like Garvin to have his chance....
You see, ever since he was a child he has been tied down to this place.
They will tell you about here that I have run the farm--for it is that now--the days of tobacco growing were over long ago--but it is Garvin, really, who has done all the buying and selling. He has made quite an income from his horses, simply because he has been interested in it. He would be just as interested in manufacturing automobiles, for instance--if he could get a position in some promising company."
Baird understood now. He had thought swiftly while Judith talked. So that was the reason he had been welcome at Westmore! That was the favor Judith meant to ask--he was to find a place for Garvin.
It did not trouble Baird in the least that he was expected to make a return for what he received--his experience had taught him that life was run largely on that basis--but he was stung by the thought that Judith had smiled on him for a purpose. He had mentioned his plans to no one; it spoke well for her keenness that she had divined the industry he had selected for his own advancement. But if she expected to gain more from a bargain than he did, she was mistaken.
It was perhaps as well that Judith did not see his expression. His voice did not lose its pleasing quality, however. "Garvin has some capital, I suppose?"
"Very little, I am afraid," Judith said regretfully.
Baird did not say, "But his brother has." He looked down at her, studying her clear-cut features closely. Evidently he had been right when he had decided that she was cold; she had simply unbent for a purpose. Aloud he said, "The manufacture of automobiles is going to be a tremendous industry. I have some automobile connections--I"ll talk to Garvin a little."
It was not his voice that acquainted Judith with the chill he felt; she simply sensed it. She looked up at him. "That was the favor I was going to ask of you," she said softly. "Just to talk to Garvin a little and interest him in some plan that will get him away from all this." She indicated their surroundings by a gesture. "The family traditions have very little hold on Garvin--they make him impatient and dissatisfied.
You see, I am older than my brother and I have had a great deal of responsibility. I feel more like a mother than a sister to him. His dissatisfaction worries me terribly. It would be doing me a very great favor if you would interest yourself a little in Garvin.... We Westmores rarely ask favors, Mr. Baird, and only of those whom we really like. I have so much confidence in you." Judith"s voice was sweet and pleading at the end; her hand stole out from her cape and touched his arm.
She had lifted him quickly out of coldness into something warmer than admiration. His doubts had melted like a fog under sunshine. He took her hand and kissed it. "There are few things I would not do for you, Wonder-woman.... Thank you, dear."
He would have kept her hand, but she drew it away, and Baird was almost instantly glad that she did. He was forgetting himself. The thing he liked best in her was her aloofness. "I"ve often wanted to thank you for the way you have taken me in and made me feel at home," he declared.
"I"ve never had much of that sort of kindness shown me--I appreciate it."
"I want you to feel at home at Westmore," she answered. "You must come often--and always be nice to me." She had regained her usual graceful vivacity. "Some day we will ride all over the place and you shall become really acquainted with it.... Do you see that group of trees beyond there, against the sky? That is our family burying-ground--generations of Westmores. There are several quaint tombstones up there."
"You keep even your dead to yourselves, don"t you? In a way, I like the clannishness of it. You keep everything to yourselves, birth and marriage and death.... I think there"s too much fuss and ceremony over all three. The first is generally a misfortune, the second is apt to be no cause for rejoicing, and the end of it all no real reason for mourning."
It was the first time Judith had heard this note from him. "Mr. Baird!
How unlike you!... It might be Garvin talking."
Baird did not want to talk about Garvin, so he made no reply. There was silence for a time. For some unaccountable reason Baird was touched by depression. This family with their close interests reminded him that no one would care particularly how he lived or when he died.
He was aroused by Judith"s sudden movement. She was sitting taut, her hood flung back. "What is it?" he asked.
Her hand caught his arm, a grip of steel. "Hush!" she said sharply.
"Listen!... There are voices at the barn--and don"t you hear galloping--on the road? Don"t you hear it?"
Baird could hear it distinctly, furious galloping, now a thud on soft ground, then the click of hoofs against stones, and several men"s voices at the barn.
"Yes, I hear it--what has happened?"
But Judith was off and away, running up the terraces, and her exclamation of distress reached him indistinctly, "Oh, _why_ didn"t I stay at the house!"
X
THE INFINITELY PAINFUL THING
Judith was not running to the house; she cut across the terraces to the stables, and Baird followed her with all the speed possible to him. And yet he did not catch up with her until after she had reached the group of men and horses. When he came up they had just parted, four hors.e.m.e.n off at a gallop down the road in the direction of the Post-Road, two men and Judith left standing beneath the stable lantern.
Baird recognized Edward and the colonel as he came up, and he was near enough to hear Edward"s more distinct answer to Judith"s indistinct question: "Yes--Garvin--to the Mine Banks.... My _G.o.d_!"
"What has happened?" Baird asked breathlessly.
All three turned on him, and Baird saw Judith"s white hand grip Edward"s arm. He was answered by a curious silence, a portentous silence that conveyed a sense of tragedy. It was Judith who spoke finally:
"They are after Garvin"s horse, Mr. Baird," she said evenly and clearly.
Garvin"s horse? Baird looked from one to the other, three white faces carven into sudden and violent self-control. There was something in the way in which they faced him that affected Baird queerly. They stood together as if they hid something infinitely painful from him that the light of the lantern failed to reveal; something that hurt and shamed them, and yet about which they rallied determinedly--as Judith had lied, clearly and resolutely; as if they stood guard over a painful secret, and appealed to him to respect it.
Baird heard himself say in a voice that was robbed of everything but a.s.sumed relief: "That was what we heard then--the horse making off. Can I help?"