"--That is, if "e"s out o" bed."
"Then he can stop in it, if he isn"t.... I tell you--"
Jack gave up arguing. He took the old lady firmly by the shoulders, and placed her in the doorway of the audience-room; then he was up the inner stairs in three strides, through the sitting-room, and was tapping at the door of the bedroom. A faint sound of splashing ceased.
"Who"s there? Don"t--"
"It"s me, sir--Kirkby! I"m sorry to disturb you, but--"
"Don"t come in!" cried an agitated voice, with a renewed sound of water, as if someone had hastily scrambled out of the bath.
Jack cautiously turned the handle and opened the door a crack. A cry of dismay answered his move, followed by a tremendous commotion and swishing of linen.
"I"m coming in, sir," said Jack, struggling between agitation and laughter. It was obvious from the sounds that the clergyman had got into bed again, wet, and as G.o.d made him. There was no answer, and Jack pushed the door wider and went in.
It was as he had thought. His unwilling host had climbed back into bed as hastily as possible, and the bed-clothes, wildly disordered, were gathered round his person. A face, with wet hair, looking very odd and childlike without his gla.s.ses, regarded him with the look of one who sees sacrilege done. A long flannel nightgown lay on the ground between the steaming bath and the bed, and a quant.i.ty of water lay about on the floor, in footprints and otherwise.
"May I ask what is the meaning of this disgraceful--"
"I"m sorry, sir," said Jack briefly, "but Frank Guiseley"s bolted. I"ve just found this note." It did not occur to him, as he handed the note to a bare arm, coyly protruded from the tangled bed-clothes, that this very officer of the college was referred to in it as "that a.s.s" and "the little man." ... All his attention, not occupied with Frank, was fixed on the surprising new discovery that deans had bodies and used real baths like other people. Somehow that had never occurred to him he had never imagined them except in smooth, black clothes and white linen. His discovery seemed to make Mr. Mackintosh more human, somehow.
The Dean read the note through as modestly as possible, holding it very close to his nose, as his gla.s.ses were unattainable, with an arm of which not more than the wrist appeared. He swallowed in his throat once or twice, and seemed to taste something with his lips, as his manner was.
"This is terrible!" said the Dean. "Had you any idea--"
"I knew he was going some time to-day," said Jack, "and understood that you knew too."
"But I had no idea--"
"You did telegraph, didn"t you, sir?"
"I certainly telegraphed. Yes; to Lord Talgarth. It was my duty. But--"
"Well; he spotted it. That"s all. And now he"s gone. What"s to be done?"
Mr. Mackintosh considered a moment or two. Jack made an impatient movement.
"I must telegraph again," said the Dean, with the air of one who has exhausted the resources of civilization.
"But, good Lord! sir--"
"Yes. I must telegraph again. As soon as I"m dressed. Or perhaps you would--"
"Office doesn"t open till eight. That"s no good. He"ll be miles away by then."
"It"s the only thing to be done," said the Dean with sudden energy. "I forbid you to take any other steps, Mr. Kirkby. I am responsible--"
"But--"
"We must not make a scandal.... What else did you propose?"
"Why--fifty things. Motor-cars; police--"
"Certainly not. We must make no scandal as he ... as he very properly says." (The Dean swallowed in his throat again. Jack thought afterwards that it must have been the memory of certain other phrases in the letter.) "So if you will be good enough to leave me instantly, Mr.
Kirkby, I will finish my dressing and deal with the matter."
Jack wheeled and went out of the room.
It was a miserable breakfast to which he sat down half an hour later--still in flannels, and without his bath. Frank"s place was laid, in accordance with the instructions he had given his landlady last night, and he had not the heart to push the things aside. There were soles for two, and four boiled eggs; there was coffee and marmalade and toast and rolls and fruit; and the comfortable appearance of the table simply mocked him.
He had had very confused ideas just now as to what was possible with regard to the pursuit of Frank; a general vision of twenty motor-cars, each with a keen-eyed chauffeur and an observant policeman, was all that had presented itself to his imagination; but he had begun to realize by now that you cannot, after all, abduct a young man who has committed no crime, and carry him back unwillingly, even to Cambridge!
Neither the Dean of Trinity nor a father possesses quite unlimited power over the freedom of a pupil and a son. And, after all, Frank had only taken his father at his word!
These reflections, however, did not improve the situation. He felt quite certain, in theory, that something more could be done than feebly to send another telegram or two; the only difficulty was to identify that something. He had vague ideas, himself, of hiring a motor-car by the day, and proceeding to scour the country round Cambridge. But even this did not stand scrutiny. If he had failed to persuade Frank to remain in Cambridge, it was improbable that he could succeed in persuading him to return--even if he found him. About eight important roads run out of Cambridge, and he had not a glimmer of an idea as to which of these he had taken. It was possible, even, that he had not taken any of them, and was walking across country. That would be quite characteristic of Frank.
He finished breakfast dismally, and blew through an empty pipe, staring lackadaisically out of the window at the wall of Sidney Suss.e.x for two or three minutes before lighting up. Cambridge seemed an extraordinary flat and stupid place now that Frank was no longer within it. Really there was nothing particular to do. It had become almost a regular engagement for him to step round to the Great Court about eleven, and see what was to be done. Sometimes Frank wanted lawn-tennis--sometimes a canoe on the Backs--at any rate, they would either lunch or dine together. And if they didn"t--well, at any rate, Frank was there!
He tried to picture to himself what Frank was doing; he had visions of a sunlit road running across a fen, with a figure tramping up it; of a little wayside inn, and Frank drinking beer in the shade. But it seemed an amazing waste of company that the figure should always be alone. Why hadn"t he proposed to go with him himself? He didn"t know; except, that it certainly would not have been accepted. And yet they could have had quite a pleasant time for a couple of months; and, after a couple of months, surely Frank would have had enough of it!
But, again--would he?... Frank seemed really in earnest about making his living permanently; and when Frank said that he was going do a thing, he usually did it! And Jack Kirkby did not see himself leaving his own mother and sisters indefinitely until Frank had learned not to be a fool.
He lit his pipe at last; and then remembered the commission with regard to the saddle--whatever that might mean. He would stroll round presently and talk to the porter about it ... Yes, he would go at once; and he would just look in at Frank"s rooms again. There was the hammock to fetch, too.
But it was a dreary little visit. He went round as he was, his hands deep in his pockets, trying to whistle between his teeth and smoke simultaneously; and he had to hold his pipe in his hand out of respect for rules, as he conversed with the stately Mr. Hoppett in Trinity gateway. Mr. Hoppett knew nothing about any saddle--at least, not for public communication--but his air of deep and diplomatic suspiciousness belied his words.
"It"s all right," said Jack pleasantly, "I had nothing to do with the elopement. The Dean knows all about it."
"I know nothing about that, sir," said Mr. Hoppett judicially.
"Then you"ve not got the saddle?"
"I have not, sir."
Frank"s outer door was open as Jack came to the familiar staircase, and his heart leaped in spite of himself, as he peered in and heard footsteps in the bedroom beyond. But it was the bed-maker with a mop, and a disapproving countenance, who looked out presently.
"He"s gone, Mrs. Jillings," said Jack.
Mrs. Jillings sniffed. She had heard tales of the auction and thought it a very improper thing for so pleasant a young gentleman to do.
"Yes, sir."
"There isn"t a saddle here, is there?"