John without a word pounced into the dining-room, where he caught Hugh with a stick of celery half-way to his mouth and Miss Hamilton with a gla.s.s of water half-way down from hers in the other direction.
"Oh, I"m so sorry we began without you," said the culprits simultaneously.
John murmured something about a trying interview with Janet Bond, lit a cigar, realized it was rude to light cigars when people were still eating, threw the cigar away, and sat down with an appearance of exhaustion in one of those dining-room armchairs that stand and wait all their lives to serve a moment like this.
"I"m sorry, but I must ask you to go off as soon as you"ve finished your lunch, Hugh. I"ve a lot of important business to transact with Miss Hamilton."
"Oh, but I"ve finished already," she exclaimed, jumping up from the table.
It was the first pleasant moment in John"s day, and he smiled, gratefully. He felt he could even afford to be generous to this intrusive brother, and before he left the room with Miss Hamilton he invited him to have some more celery.
"And you"ll find a cigar in the sideboard," he added. "But Maud will look after you. Maud, look after Mr. Hugh, please, and if anybody calls this afternoon, I"m not at home."
CHAPTER XVI
John"s first impulse had been to pour out in Miss Hamilton"s ears the tale of his wrongs, and afterward, when he had sufficiently impressed her with the danger of the position in which the world was trying to place them, to ask her to marry him as the only way to escape from it.
On second thoughts, he decided that she might be offended by the suggestion of having been compromised by him and that she might resent the notion of their marriage"s being no more than a sop to public opinion. He therefore abandoned the idea of enlarging upon the scandal their a.s.sociation had apparently created and proposed to subst.i.tute the trite but always popular scene of the prosperous middle-aged man"s renunciation of love and happiness in favor of a young and penurious rival. He recalled how many last acts in how many sentimental comedies had owed their success to this situation, which never failed with an audience. But then the average audience was middle-aged. Thinking of the many audiences on which from private boxes he had looked down, John was sure that bald heads always predominated in the auditorium; and naturally those bald heads had been only too ready to nod approval of a heroine who rejected the dashing jeune premier to fling herself into the arms of the elderly actor-manager. It was impossible to think of any infirmity severe enough to thwart an actor-manager. Yet a play was make-believe: in real life events would probably turn out quite differently. It would be very depressing, if he offered to make Doris and Hugh happy together by settling upon them a handsome income, to find Doris jumping at the prospect. Perhaps it would be more prudent not to suggest any possibility of a marriage between them. It might even be more prudent not to mention the subject of marriage at all. John looked at his secretary with what surely must have been a very eloquent glance indeed, because she dropped her pencil, blushed, and took his hand.
"How much simpler life is than art," John murmured. He would never have dared to allow one of his heroes in a moment of supreme emotion like this to crane his neck across a wide table in order to kiss the heroine.
Any audience would have laughed at such an awkward gesture; yet, though he only managed to reach her lips with half an inch to spare, the kiss was not at all funny somehow. No, it ranked with Paolo"s or Anthony"s or any other famous lover"s kiss.
"And now of course I can"t be your secretary any longer," she sighed.
"Why? Do you disapprove of wives" helping their husbands?"
"I don"t think you really want to get married, do you?"
"My dear, I"m absolutely dying to get married."
"Truly?"
"Doris, look at me."
And surely she looked at him with more admiration than he had ever looked at himself in a gla.s.s.
"What a time I shall have with mother," she gasped with the gurgling triumphant laugh of a child who has unexpectedly found the way to open the store-cupboard.
"Oh, no, you won"t," John prophesied, confidently. "I"m not going to have such an excellent last scene spoilt by unnecessary talk. We"ll get married first and tell everybody afterwards. I"ve lately discovered what an amazing capacity ordinary human nature has for invention. It really frightens me for the future of novelists, who I cannot believe will be wanted much longer. Oh no, Doris, I"m not going to run the risk of hearing any preliminary gossip about our marriage. Neither your mother nor my relations nor the general public are going to have any share in it before or after. In fact to be brief I propose to elope.
Notwithstanding my romantic plays I have spent a private life of utter dullness. This is my last opportunity to do anything unusual. Please, my dearest girl, let me experience the joys of an actual elopement before I relapse into eternal humdrummery."
"A horrid description of marriage!" she protested.
"Comparative humdrummery, I should have said, comparative, that is to say, with the excesses attributed to me by rumor. I"ve often wanted to write a play about Tiberius, and I feel well equipped to do so now. But I"m serious about the elopement. I really do want to avoid my relations"
tongues."
"I believe you"re afraid of them."
"I am. I"m not ashamed to admit that I"m in terror of them," he said.
"But where are we going to elope to?"
John picked up the _Times_.
"If only the _Murmania_," he began. "And by Jove, she will too," he cried. "Yes, she"s due to sail from Liverpool on April 1st."
"But that"s your birthday," she objected.
"Exactly."
"And I"ve already sent out those invitations."
"Exactly. For some years my relations have made an April fool of me by dining at my expense on that day. I have two corner-cupboards overflowing with their gifts--the most remarkable exhibition of cheapness and ingenuity ever known. This year I am going to make April fools of them."
"By marrying me?" she laughed.
"Well, of course it"s no use pretending that they"ll be delighted by that joke, though I intend to play another still more elaborately unpleasant. At the back of all their minds exists one anxiety--the dispositions of my last will and testament. Very well. I am going to cure that worry forever by leaving them Ambles. I can"t imagine anything more irritating than to be left a house in common with a number of people whom you hate. Oh, it"s an exquisite revenge. Darling secretary, take down for dictation as your last task the following:
""I, John Touchwood, playwright, of 36 Church Row, Hampstead, N.W., and Ambles, Wrottesford, Hants, do hereby will and bequeathe.""
"I don"t understand," she said. "Are you really making a will? or are you only playing a joke?"
"Both."
"But is this really to take effect when you"re dead? Oh dear, I wish you wouldn"t talk about death when I"ve just said I"ll marry you."
John paused thoughtfully:
"It does seem rather a challenge to fate," he agreed. "I know what I"ll do. I"ll make over Ambles to them at once. After all, I am dead to them, for I"ll never have anything more to do with any of them. Cross out what you took down. I"ll alter the form. Begin as for a letter:
""My dear relations,
""When you read this I shall be far away." ... I think that"s the correct formula?" he asked.
"It sounds familiar from many books," she a.s.sured him.
""Far away on my honeymoon with Miss Doris Hamilton." Perhaps that sounds a little ambiguous. Cross out the maiden name and subst.i.tute "with Mrs. John Touchwood, my former secretary. Since you have attributed to us every link except that of matrimony you will no doubt be glad of this opportunity to contradict the outrageous tales you have most of you" ... I say most of you," John explained, "because I don"t really think the children started any scandal ...
"you have most of you been at such pains to invent and circulate.
Realizing that this announcement will come as a sad blow, I am going to soften it as far as I can by making you a present of my country house in Hampshire, and I am instructing my solicitors to effect the conveyance in due form. From now onwards therefore one fifth of Ambles will belong to James and Beatrice, one fifth to George, Eleanor, Bertram, and Viola, and one fifth to Hilda and Harold, one fifth to Edith, Laurence, and Frida, and one fifth to Hugh." ... I feel that Hugh is ent.i.tled to a proportionately larger share," he said with his eyes on the ceiling, "because I understand that I"ve robbed him of you."
"Who on earth told you that?" she demanded, putting down her pencil.
"Never mind," said John, humming gayly his exultation. "Continue please, Miss Hamilton! "I shall make no attempt to say which fifth of the house shall belong to whom. Possibly Laurence and Hilda will argue that out between them, and if any structural alterations are required no doubt Hugh will charge himself with them. The twenty-acre field is included in the gift, so that there will be plenty of ground for any alterations or extensions deemed necessary by the future owners.""
"How ridiculous you are ... John," she laughed. "It all sounds so absurdly practical--as if you really meant it."