John, after some hesitation, had decided not to tell any of the others the details of Hugh"s misdemeanor; he had even denied himself the pleasure of holding him up to George as a warning; hence the renewal of his interest in Hugh had struck the family as a mere piece of sentimentality.
"Crutchley didn"t seem to believe he"d ever make much of architecture,"
he explained to James. "And I"m thinking of helping him to establish himself in British Honduras."
"Bah! For less than he"ll cost you in British Honduras you could establish me as the editor of a new critical weekly," James grunted.
"There is still time for Hugh to make something of his life," John replied. He had not had the slightest intention of trying to score off his eldest brother by this remark, and he was shocked to see what a spasm of ill will twisted up his face.
"I suppose your young woman is responsible for this sudden solicitude for Hugh"s career? I suppose it"s she who has persuaded you that he has possibilities? You take care, Johnnie. You can"t manipulate the villain in life as you can on the stage."
Now, Miss Hamilton, though she had not met him, had shown just enough interest in Hugh to give these remarks a sting; and John must have been obviously taken aback, for the critic at once recovered his good humor and proposed joining the ladies upstairs. Beatrice was sitting by the fire; her husband"s absence had allowed her to begin the digestion of an unusually good dinner in peace, and the smoothness of her countenance made her look more than ever like a cabinet photograph of the early "nineties. Miss Hamilton, on the other hand, seemed bored, and very soon she declared that she must go home lest her mother should be anxious.
"Oh, you have a mother?" James observed in such a tone that John thought it was the most offensive remark of the many he had heard him make that evening. He hoped that Miss Hamilton would not abandon him after this first encounter with his relations, and he tried to ascertain her impressions while she was putting on her things in the hall.
"I"m afraid you"ve had a very dull evening," he murmured, apologetically. "I hope my sister-in-law wasn"t more tiresome than usual. What did she talk about?"
"She was warning me--no, I won"t be malicious--she was explaining to me the difficulties of an author"s wife."
"Yes, poor thing; I"m afraid my brother must be very trying to live with. I hope you were sympathetic?"
"So sympathetic," Miss Hamilton replied, with a mocking glance, "that I told her I was never likely to make the experiment. Good night, Mr.
Touchwood. To-morrow as usual."
She hurried down the steps and was gone before he could utter a word.
"I don"t think she need have said that," he murmured to himself on his way back to the library. "I"ve no doubt Beatrice was very trying; but I really don"t think she need have said that to me. It wasn"t worth repeating such a stupid remark. That"s the way things acquire an undue importance."
With John"s entrance the conversation returned to Miss Hamilton; but, though it was nearly all implied criticism of his new secretary, he had no desire to change the topic. She was much more interesting than the weekly bills at Hill Road, and he listened without contradiction to his brother"s qualms about her experience and his sister-in-law"s regrets for her lack of it.
"However," said John to his reflection when he was undressing, "they"ve got to make the best of her, even if they all think the worse. And the beauty of it is that they can"t occupy her as they can occupy a house. I must see about getting Hugh off to the Colonies soon. If I don"t find out about British Honduras, he can always go to Canada or Australia. It isn"t good for him to hang about in England."
CHAPTER XI
Whether it was due to the Christmas card look of his new house or merely to a desire to flaunt a romantic hospitality in the face of his eldest brother, it is certain that John had never before in his life gone so benevolently mad as during the week that preceded Christmas in the year 1910. Mindful of that afternoon in the town of Galton when he had tried to procure for Harold and Frida gifts of such American appearance as would excuse his negligence, he was determined not to expose himself for a second time to juvenile criticism, and in the selection of toys he pandered to every idiosyncrasy he had so far observed in his nephews and nieces. Thus, for Bertram he bought a large stamp alb.u.m, several sheets of tropical stamps, a toy theater, representatives of every species in the great genus marbles, a set of expensive and realistic masks, and a model fireman"s outfit. For Viola he filled a trunk with remnants of embroideries and all kinds of stuffs, placing on top two pairs of ebony castanets and the most professional tambourine he could find; and, in order that nature might not be utterly subordinated to art, he bought her a very large doll, rather older in appearance than Viola herself; in fact, almost marriageable. In the hope of obliterating the disappointment of those china animals, he chose for Frida a completely furnished dolls" house with garage and stables attached, so grand a house, indeed, that by knocking all the rooms into one, she could with slight inconvenience have lived in it herself; this residence he populated with gentleman-dolls, lady-dolls, servant-dolls, nurse-dolls, baby-dolls, horses, carriages, and motors; nor did he omit to provide a fishmonger"s shop for the vicinity. For Harold he bought a b.u.t.terfly collector"s equipment, a vacuum pistol, a set of climbing-irons, a microscope, and at the last moment a juvenile diver"s equipment with air pumps and all accessories, which was warranted perfectly safe, though the wicked uncle wondered if it really was.
"I don"t want a mere toy for the bathroom," he explained.
"Quite so, sir," the shopman a.s.sented, with a bow. "This is guaranteed for any ordinary village pond or small stream."
For his grown-up relations John bought the kind of presents that one always does buy for grown-up relations, the kind of presents that look very ornamental on the counter, seem very useful when the shopman explains what they are for, puzzle the recipient and the donor when the shopman is no longer there, and lie about the house on small tables for the rest of the year. In the general odor of Russia leather that clung to his benefactions John hoped that Miss Hamilton would not consider too remarkable the attache case that he intended to give her, nor amid the universal dazzle of silver object to the few little luxuries of the writing-desk with which he had enhanced it. Then there were the presents for the servants to choose, and he counted much on Miss Hamilton"s enabling him to introduce into these an utilitarian note that for two or three seasons had been missing from his donations, which to an outsider might have seemed more like lures of the flesh than sober testimonials to service. He also counted upon her to persuade Mrs. Worfolk to accompany Maud down to Ambles: Elsa was to be left in Church Row with permission to invite to dinner the policeman to whom she was betrothed and various friends and relations of the two families.
When the presents were settled John proceeded to lay in a store of eatables and drinkables, in the course of which enterprise he was continually saying:
"I"ve forgotten for the moment what I want next, but meanwhile you"d better give me another box of Elvas plums."
"Another drum? Yes, sir," the shopman would reply, licking his pencil in a way that was at once obsequious and pedantic, though it was not intended to suggest more than perfect efficiency.
When the hall and the adjacent rooms at 36 Church Row had been turned into rolling dunes of brown paper, John rushed about London in a last frenzy of unbridled acquisitiveness to secure plenty of amus.e.m.e.nt for the children. To this end he obtained a few well-known and well-tried favorites like the kinetoscope and the magic lantern, and a number of experimental diversions which would have required a trained engineer or renowned scientist to demonstrate successfully. Finally he bargained for the wardrobe of a Santa Claus whose dignified perambulations round the Christmas Bazaar of a noted emporium had attracted his fancy on account of the number of children who followed him everywhere, laughing and screaming with delight. It was not until he had completed the purchase that he discovered it was not the exterior of the Santa Claus which had charmed his little satellites, but the free distribution of bags of coagulated jujubes.
"I expect I"d better get the Christmas tree in the country," said John, waist-deep in the still rising drift of parcels. "I dare say the Galton shops keep those silver and magenta globes you hang on Christmas trees, and I ought to patronize the local tradesmen."
"If you have any local shopping to do, I"m sure you would be wise to go down to-day," Miss Hamilton suggested, firmly. "Besides, Mrs. Worfolk won"t want to arrive at the last minute."
"No, indeed, I shan"t, Miss," said the housekeeper. "Well, I mean to say, I don"t think we ever shall arrive, not if we wait much longer. We shall require a performing elephant to carry all these parcels, as it is."
"My idea was to go down in the last train on Christmas Eve," John argued. "I like the old-fashioned style, don"t you know?"
"Yes, old-fashioned"s the word," Mrs. Worfolk exclaimed. "Why, who"s to get the house ready if we all go trooping down on Christmas Eve? And if I go, sir, you must come with me. You know how quick Mrs. Curtis always is to snap any one up. If I had my own way, I wouldn"t go within a thousand miles of the country; that"s a sure thing."
John began to be afraid that his housekeeper was going back on her word, and he surrendered to the notion of leaving town that afternoon.
"I say, what is this parcel like a long drain-pipe?" he asked in a final effort to detain Miss Hamilton, who was preparing to make her farewells and leave him to his packing.
"Ah, it would take some finding out," Mrs. Worfolk interposed. "I"ve never seen so many shapes and sizes of parcels in all my life."
"They must have made a mistake," said John. "I don"t remember buying anything so tubular as this."
He pulled away some of the paper wrapping to see what was inside.
"Ah, of course! They"re two or three boxes of Elvas plums I ordered. But please don"t go, Miss Hamilton," he protested. "I am relying upon you to get the tickets to Waterloo."
In spite of a strenuous scene at the station, in the course of which John"s attempts to propitiate Mrs. Worfolk led to one of the porters referring to her as his mother, they managed to catch the five o"clock train to Wrottesford. After earnestly a.s.suring his secretary that he should be perfectly ready to begin work again on Joan of Arc the day after her arrival and begging her on no account to let herself be deterred from traveling on the morning of Boxing Day, John sank back into the pleasant dreams that haunt a warm first-cla.s.s smoking compartment when it"s raining hard outside in the darkness of a December night.
"We shall have a green Christmas this year," observed one of his fellow travelers.
"Very green," John a.s.sented with enthusiasm, only realizing as he spoke that the superlative must sound absurd to any one who was unaware of his thoughts and hiding his embarra.s.sment in the _Westminster Gazette_, which in the circ.u.mstances was the best newspaper he could have chosen.
John was surprised and depressed when the train arrived at Wrottesford to find that the member of the Ambles party who had elected to meet him was Hilda; and there was a long argument on the platform who should drive in the dogcart and who should drive in the fly. John did not want to ride on the back seat of the dogcart, which he would have to do unless he drove himself, a prospect that did not attract him when he saw how impatiently the mare was dancing about through the extreme lateness of the train. Hilda objected to driving with his housekeeper in the fly, and in the end John was compelled to let Maud and Mrs. Worfolk occupy the dogcart, while he and Hilda toiled along the wet lanes in the fly.
It was decided to leave the greater portion of the luggage to be fetched in the morning, but even so it was after eight o"clock before they got away from the station, and John, when he found himself immured with Hilda in the musty interior of the hired vehicle was inclined to prophesy a blue Christmas this year. To begin with, Hilda would try to explain the system she had pursued in allotting the various bedrooms to accommodate the large party that was expected at Ambles. It was bad enough so long as she confined herself to a verbal exposition, but when she produced a map of the house, evidently made by Hugh on an idle evening, and to illuminate her dispositions struck away most of John"s matches, it became exasperating. His brain was already fatigued by the puzzle of fitting into two vehicles four pieces, one of which might not move to the square next two of the remaining pieces, and another of which could not move backward.
"I leave it entirely to you," he declared, introducing at last into the intellectual torment of chess some of the happy irresponsibleness of bridge. "You mustn"t set me these chess problems in a jolting fly before dinner."
"Chess!" Hilda sniffed with a shiver. "Draughts would be a better name."
She did not often make jokes, and before John had recovered sufficiently from his surprise to congratulate her with a hearty laugh, she was off again upon her querulous and rambling narration of the family news.
"If everything _had_ been left to me, I might have managed, but Hugh"s interference, apparently authorized by you, upset all my poor little arrangements. I need hardly say that Mama was so delighted to have her favorite at home with her that she has done everything since his arrival to encourage his self-importance. It"s Hughie this and Hughie that, until I get quite sick of the sound of his name. And he"s very unkind to poor little Harold. Apart from being very coa.r.s.e and sarcastic in front of him, he is sometimes quite brutal. Only this morning he shot him in the upper part of the leg with a pellet from the poor little man"s own air-gun."
John did laugh this time, and shouted "Merry Christmas!" to a pa.s.sing wagon.
"I dare say it sounds very funny to you. But it made Harold cry."
"Come, come, Hilda, it"s just as well he should learn the potentialities of his own instrument. He"ll sympathize with the birds now."