"It will take you JUST one second, dear," interpolated Jean softly, "and then we will all go upstairs and get ready, and forget all about it."
"Just a little too much c-i-r-c-u-s!" spelled Mrs. Moore, in the pause.
"Pick it up, son!" said Sidney, very calm.
Peter stopped smiling. He breathed hard and took a firm hold of his chair.
"Go on. Go ahead!" said his father, briskly, encouragingly.
The child moved his eyes from the mug to his father"s face, but did not stir.
"Peter?" said Sidney. A white line had come about his mouth.
For a long moment there was not a sound in the rooms. Julia stood transfixed at the door. Mrs. Moore"s eyes were on her plate. Jean"s lips were shut tight; she was breathing as if she had been running.
"I won"t!" said Peter, simply, with a quick breath.
"Sid!" said Jean, hurriedly. "Sidney!"
"Just a moment, Jean," said her husband, without glancing at her. "You will do it now, or have father punish you to make you do it," he said to the boy. "Father can"t have boys here who don"t obey, you know.
Every one obeys. Soldiers have to, engineers have to, even animals have to. Are you going to do what mother told you to?"
"No," said little Peter. "I said I wouldn"t, and now I won"t!"
"He is hot and excited now," said Jean, quickly, in French, "but I"ll take him upstairs and quiet him down. He"ll come to his senses. Leave him to me, dear!"
"Much the wisest thing to do, Sidney," supplemented Mrs. Moore, in the same tongue.
"Certainly!" said his father, coldly. "Give him time. Let him understand that if he doesn"t obey, it means no circus. That"s reasonable, I think, Jean?"
"Oh, perfectly! Perfectly!" Mrs. Carolan a.s.sented nervously. Nothing more was said as she took the boy"s hand and led him away. The others heard Peter chatting cheerfully as he mounted the stairway a moment later.
"The boys and I will go down and look at Nellie"s puppies," said Mrs.
Moore, acutely uncomfortable.
Her host muttered something about closing his mail.
"But are we going to the circus?" fretted little George Moore. His mother hardly heard him.
A moment later, Julia, the maid, appealed to her submissively.
"Shall you pick up the cup?" repeated the doctor"s wife. "No. No, indeed, I wouldn"t, Julia. Yes, you can clear the table, I think; we"ve all finished."
She led her sons down to the fascinating realm of dogs and horses, vaguely uneasy, yet unwilling to admit her fears. An endless warm half hour crept by. Then, glancing toward the house, she saw Sidney and Jean deep in conversation on the porch, and a moment later Sidney came to find her.
The boy was obstinate, he told her briefly--adding, with a look in his kind eyes that was quite new to her, that Peter had met his match, and would realize it sooner or later. Mary protested against there being any further talk of the circus that day, but Sidney would not refuse the disappointed eyes of the small Moores. In the end, the doctor"s family went off alone in the motor-car.
"Don"t worry, Mary," said Sidney, kindly, as he tucked her in comfortably. "Peter"s had nothing but women and servants so far. Now he"s got to learn to obey!"
"But such a baby, Sidney!" she reminded him.
"He"s older than I was, Mary, when my poor father and Uncle Larry--"
"Yes--yes, I know!" she a.s.sented hurriedly. "Good-by!"
"Good-by!" repeated a hardy little voice from an upper window. Mary looked up to see Peter, composed and smiling, looking down from the nursery sill.
All the next day, and the next, Mary Moore"s thoughts were at the Hall.
She told her husband all about it on the afternoon of the second day, for no word or sign had come from Jean, and real anxiety began to haunt her. She and the doctor were roaming about their pretty, shabby garden, Mrs. Moore"s little hand, where she loved to have it, in the crook of his big arm. The doctor, stopping occasionally to shake a rose post with his free hand, or to break a dead blossom from its stalk, scowled through the recital, even while contentedly enjoying his wife, his garden, and his pipe.
Before he could make a definite comment, they were interrupted by Sidney himself, who brought his big riding horse up close to the fence and waved his whip with a shout of greeting. The doctor went to meet him, Mary, a little pale, following.
"Good day to you!" said Sidney Carolan, baring his head without a smile. "I"m bound to Barville; my editor is there for a few days, and I may have to dine with him. I stopped to ask if Mary would run in and see Jean this afternoon. She"s feeling a little down."
"Of course I will!" said Mary, heartily.
There was a pause.
"Mary"s told you that we"re having an ugly time with the boy?" said Sidney, then, combing his horse"s mane with big gloved fingers.
"Too bad!" said the doctor, shaking his head and pursing his lips.
"No change, Sidney?" Mary asked gravely.
"No. No, I think the little fellow is rather gratified by the stir he"s making. He--oh, Lord knows what he thinks!"
"Give him a good licking," suggested the doctor.
"Oh, I"d lick him fast enough, Bill, if that would bring him round!"
his father said, scowling. "But suppose I do, and it leaves things just where they are now? That"s all I CAN do, and he knows it. His mother has talked to him; I"ve talked to him." He looked frowningly at the seam of his glove. "Well, I mustn"t bother you. He"s a Carolan, I suppose--that"s all!"
"And you"re a Carolan," said the doctor.
"And I"m a Carolan," a.s.sented the other, briefly.
Mary found Jean, serious and composed over her sewing, on the cool north veranda. When they had talked awhile, they went up to see Peter, who was sprawled on the floor, busy with hundreds of leaden soldiers.
He was no longer gay; there was rather a strained look about his beautiful babyish eyes. But at Jean"s one allusion to the unhappy affair, he flushed and said with nervous decision:
"Please don"t, mother! You know I am sorry; you know I just CAN"T!"
"He has all his books and toys?" said Mary when they went downstairs again.
"Oh, yes! Sidney doesn"t want him to be sick. He"s just to be shut up on bread and milk until he gives in. I must say, I think Sid is very gentle," said Jean, leaning back wearily in her chair, with closed eyes. Her voice dropped perceptibly as she added, "But he says he is going to thrash him to-morrow."
"I think he ought to," said Mary Moore, st.u.r.dily. "This isn"t excitement or showing off any more; it"s sheer naughty obstinacy over a perfectly simple demand!"
"Oh, but I couldn"t bear it!" whispered Jean, with a shudder. A moment later she added sensibly, "But he"s right, of course; Sidney always is."
Peter was duly whipped the next day. It was no light punishment that Sidney gave his son. Jean"s gold-mounted riding-crop had never seen severer service. The maids, with paling cheeks, gathered together in the kitchen when Sidney went slowly upstairs with the whip in his hand; and Betta and her mistress, their hands over their ears, endured a very agony while the little boy"s cries rang through the house. Sidney went for a long and lonely walk afterward, and later Jean went to her son.