The architect stared at the dramatist.
"What did I say? I mean free hand--extraordinary slip," John laughed a little awkwardly. "Yes, your name, Stephen, is just what we shall require to persuade the skeptical that it is worth while making another attempt with Joan of Arc. I can promise you some fine opportunities.
I"ve got a particularly effective tableau to show the miserable condition of France before the play begins. The curtain will rise upon the rearguard of an army marching out of a city, heavy snow will fall, and above the silence you will hear the howling of the wolves following in the track of the troops. This is an historical fact. I may even introduce several wolves upon the stage. But I rather doubt if trained wolves are procurable, although at a pinch we could use large dogs--but don"t let me run away with my own work like this. I did not come here this morning to talk about Joan of Arc, but about my brother Hugh."
John rose from his chair and walked nervously up and down the room, while Stephen Crutchley managed to exaggerate a slight roughness at the back of his throat into a violent fit of coughing.
"I see you feel it as much as I do," John murmured, while the architect continued to express his overwrought feelings in bronchial spasms.
"I would have spared you this," the architect managed to gasp at last.
"I"m sure you would," said John, warmly. "But since in what I hope was a genuine impulse of contrition not entirely dictated by motives of self-interest Hugh has confessed his crime to me, I am come here this morning confident that you will allow me to--in other words--what was the exact sum? I shall of course remove him from your tutelage this morning."
John"s eloquence was not spontaneous; he had rehea.r.s.ed this speech on the way from Hampstead that morning, and he was agreeably surprised to find that he had been able owing to his friend"s coughing-fit to reproduce nearly all of it. He had so often been robbed of a prepared oration by some unexpected turn of the conversation that he felt now much happier than he ought under the weight of a family scandal.
"Your generosity...." he continued.
"No, no," interrupted the architect, "it is you who are generous."
The two romantics gazed at one another with an expression of n.o.bility that required no words to enhance it.
"We can afford to be generous," said John, which was perfectly true, though the reference was to worth of character rather than to worth of capital.
"Eighty-one pounds six and eightpence," Crutchley murmured. "But I blame myself. I should not have left an old check book lying about. It was careless--it was, I do not hesitate to say so, criminally careless. But you know my att.i.tude towards money. I am radically incapable of dealing with money."
"Of course you are," John a.s.sented with conviction. "So am I. Money with me is merely a means to an end."
"Exactly what it is with me," the architect declared. "Money in itself conveys nothing to me. What I always say to my clients is that if they want the best work they must pay for it. It"s the work that counts, not the money."
"Precisely my own att.i.tude," John agreed. "What people will not understand is that an artist charges a high price when he does not want to do the work. If people insist on his doing it, they must expect to pay."
"And of course," the architect added, "we owe it to our fellows to sustain the dignity of our professions. Art in England has already been too much cheapened."
"You"ve kept all your old enthusiasms," John told his friend. "It"s splendid to find a man who is not spoilt by success. Eighty-one pounds you said? I"ve brought my check book."
"Eighty-one pounds six and eightpence, yes. It was like you, John, to come forward in this way. But I wish you could have been spared. You understand, don"t you, that I intended to say nothing about it and to blame myself in silence for my carelessness? On the other hand, I could not treat your brother with my former confidence. This terrible business disturbed our whole relationship."
"I am not going to enlarge on my feelings," said John as he handed the architect the stolen sum. "But you will understand them. I believe the shock has aged me. I seem to have lost some of my self-reliance. Only this morning I was thinking to myself that I must really get a private secretary."
"You certainly should have one," the architect agreed.
"Yes, I must. The only thing is that since this dreadful escapade of Hugh"s I feel that an unbusinesslike creature such as I am ought not to put himself in the hands of a young man. What is your experience of women? From a business point of view, I mean."
"I think that a woman would do your work much better than a man," said the architect, decidedly.
"So do I. I"m very glad to have your advice though."
After this John felt no more reluctant at parting with eighty-one pounds six and eightpence than he would have felt in paying a specialist two guineas for advising him to take a long rest when he wanted to take a long rest. His friend"s aloofness from money had raised to a higher level what might easily have been a most unpleasant transaction: not even one of his heroes could have extricated himself from an involved situation more poetically and more sympathetically. It now only remained to dispose of the villain.
"Shall we have Hugh in?" John asked.
"I wish I could keep him with me," the architect sighed. "But I don"t think I have a right to consult my personal feelings. We must consider his behavior in itself."
"In any case," said John, quickly, "I have made arrangements about his future; he is going to be a mahogany-planter in British Honduras."
"Of course I don"t use mahogany much in my work, but if ever ..." the architect was beginning, when John waved aside his kindly intentions.
"The impulse is generous, Stephen, but I should prefer that so far as you are concerned Hugh should always be as if he had never been. In fact, I"m bound to say frankly that I"m glad you do not use mahogany in your work. I"m glad that I"ve chosen a career for Hugh which will cut him completely off from what to me will always be the painful a.s.sociations of architecture."
While they were waiting for the sinner to come in, John tried to remember the name of the mahogany-planter whom he had met in the _Murmania_; but he could get no nearer to it than a vague notion that it might have been Raikes, and he decided to leave out for the present any allusion to British Honduras.
Hugh entered his chief"s room without a blush: he could not have bowed his head, however sincere his repentance, because his collars would not permit the least abas.e.m.e.nt; though at least, his brother thought, he might have had the decency not to sit down until he was invited, and when he did sit down not to pull up his trousers in that aggressive way and expose those very defiant socks.
Stephen Crutchley rose from his throne and shambled over to the fireplace, leaning against the stone hood of which he took up an att.i.tude that would have abashed anybody but Hugh.
"Touchwood," he began, "no doubt you have already guessed why I have asked you to speak to me."
Hugh nodded encouragingly.
"I do not wish to enlarge upon the circ.u.mstances of your behavior, because your brother, my old friend, has come forward to shield you from the consequences. Nor do I propose to animadvert upon the forgery itself. However lightly you embarked upon it, I don"t doubt that by now you have sufficiently realized its gravity. What tempted you to commit this crime I do not hope to guess; but I fear that such a device for obtaining money must have been inspired by debts, whether for cards or for horse-racing, or perhaps even for women I do not pretend to know."
"Add waistcoats and whisky and you"ve got the motive," Hugh chirped. "I say, I think your trousers are scorching," he added on a note of anxious consideration.
"I do not propose to enlarge on any of these topics," said the architect, moving away from the fire and sniffing irritably the faint odor of overheated homespun. "What I do wish to enlarge upon is your brother"s generosity in coming forward like this. Naturally I who have known him for twenty years expected nothing else, because he is a man of ideals, a writer of whom we are all proud, from whom we all expect great things and--however I am not going to enlarge upon his obvious qualities. What I do wish to say is that he and I have decided that after this business you must leave me. I don"t suppose that you expected to remain; nor, even if you could, do I suppose that you would wish to remain. Perhaps you are not enough in sympathy with my aspirations for the future of English architecture to regret our parting; but I hope that this lesson you have had will be the means of bringing you to an appreciation of what your brother has done for you and that in British Honduras you will behave in such a way as to justify his generosity. Touchwood, good-by! I did not expect when you came to me three years ago that our last farewell would be fraught--would be so unpleasant."
John was probably much more profoundly moved by Crutchley"s sermon than Hugh; indeed he was so much moved that he rose to supplement it with one of his own in which he said the same things about the architect that the architect had said about him, after which the two romantics looked at each other admiringly, while they waited for Hugh to reply.
"I suppose I ought to say I"m very sorry and all that," Hugh managed to mutter at last. "Good-by, Mr. Crutchley, and jolly good luck. I"ll just toddle through the office and say good-by to all the boys, John, and then I dare say you"ll be ready for lunch."
He swaggered out of the room; when the two friends were left together they turned aside with mutual sympathy from the topic of Hugh to discuss Joan of Arc and a new transept that Crutchley was designing. When the culprit put his head round the door and called out to John that he was ready, the two old friends shook hands affectionately and parted with an increased regard for each other and themselves.
"Look here, what"s all this about British Honduras?" Hugh asked indignantly when he and his brother had pa.s.sed under the arched entry of Staple Inn and were walking along Holborn. "I see you"re bent on gratifying your appet.i.te for romance even in the choice of a colony.
British Honduras! British humbug!"
"I prefer not do discuss anything except your immediate future," said John.
"It"s such an extraordinary place to hit on," Hugh grunted in a tone of irritated perplexity."
"The immediate future," John repeated, sharply. "To-night you will go down to Hampshire and if you wish for any more help from me, you will remain there in the strictest seclusion until I have time to settle your ultimate future."
"Oh, I shan"t at all mind a few weeks in Hampshire. What I"m grumbling at is British Honduras. I shall rather enjoy Hampshire in fact. Who"s there at present?"
John told him, and Hugh made a grimace.
"I shall have to jolly them up a bit. However it"s a good job that Laurence has lost his faith. I shall be spared his Chloral Eucharists, anyway. Where are we going to lunch?"
"Hugh!" exclaimed his outraged brother stopping short in the middle of the crowded pavement. "Have you no sense of shame at all? Are you utterly callous?"
"Look here, Johnnie, don"t start in again on that. I know you had to take that line with Stevie, and you"ll do me the justice of admitting that I backed you up; but when we"re alone, do chuck all that. I"m very grateful to you for forking out--by the way, I hope you noticed the nice little touch in the sum? Eighty-one pounds six and eightpence. The six and eightpence was for my lawyer."