"I am only too anxious to make one," I submitted.
"Here"s the poor fellow now," said Cousin Egbert almost gleefully, and our host entered. He carried a patch over his right eye and was not attired for sport on the lake, but in a dark morning suit of quietly beautiful lines that I thought showed a fine sense of the situation.
He shot me one superior glance from his left eye and turned to Mrs.
Effie.
"I see you still harbour the ruffian?"
"I"ve just given him a call-down," said Mrs. Effie, plainly ill at ease, "and he says it was all because you were sober; that if you"d been in the state Lord Ivor Cradleigh was the time it happened at Chaynes-Wotten he wouldn"t have done anything to you, probably."
"What"s this, what"s this? Lord Ivor Cradleigh--Chaynes-Wotten?" The man seemed to be curiously interested by the mere names, in spite of himself. "His lordship was at Chaynes-Wotten for the shooting, I suppose?" This, most amazingly, to me.
"A house party at Whitsuntide, sir," I explained.
"Ah! And you say his lordship was----"
"Oh, quite, quite in his cups, sir. If I might explain, it was that, sir--its being done under circ.u.mstances and in a certain entirely genial spirit of irritation to which I could take no offence, sir. His lordship is a very decent sort, sir. I"ve known him intimately for years."
"Dear, dear!" he replied. "Too bad, too bad! And I dare say you thought me out of temper last night? Nothing of the sort. You should have taken it in quite the same spirit as you did from Lord Ivor Cradleigh."
"It seemed different, sir," I said firmly. "If I may take the liberty of putting it so, I felt quite offended by your manner. I missed from it at the most critical moment, as one might say, a certain urbanity that I found in his lordship, sir."
"Well, well, well! It"s too bad, really. I"m quite aware that I show a sort of brusqueness at times, but mind you, it"s all on the surface.
Had you known me as long as you"ve known his lordship, I dare say you"d have noticed the same rough urbanity in me as well. I rather fancy some of us over here don"t do those things so very differently.
A few of us, at least."
"I"m glad, indeed, to hear it, sir. It"s only necessary to understand that there is a certain mood in which one really cannot permit one"s self to be--you perceive, I trust."
"Perfectly, perfectly," said he, "and I can only express my regret that you should have mistaken my own mood, which, I am confident, was exactly the thing his lordship might have felt."
"I gladly accept your apology, sir," I returned quickly, "as I should have accepted his lordship"s had his manner permitted any misapprehension on my part. And in return I wish to apologize most contritely for the phrase I applied to you just after it happened, sir. I rarely use strong language, but----"
"I remember hearing none," said he.
"I regret to say, sir, that I called you a blighted little mug----"
"You needn"t have mentioned it," he replied with just a trace of sharpness, "and I trust that in future----"
"I am sure, sir, that in future you will give me no occasion to misunderstand your intentions--no more than would his lordship," I added as he raised his brows.
Thus in a manner wholly unexpected was a frightful situation eased off.
"I"m so glad it"s settled!" cried Mrs. Effie, who had listened almost breathlessly to our exchange.
"I fancy I settled it as Cradleigh would have--eh, Ruggles?" And the man actually smiled at me.
"Entirely so, sir," said I.
"If only it doesn"t get out," said Mrs. Effie now. "We shouldn"t want it known in Red Gap. Think of the talk!"
"Certainly," rejoined Mr. Belknap-Jackson jauntily, "we are all here above gossip about an affair of that sort. I am sure--" He broke off and looked uneasily at Cousin Egbert, who coughed into his hand and looked out over the lake before he spoke.
"What would I want to tell a thing like that for?" he demanded indignantly, as if an accusation had been made against him. But I saw his eyes glitter with an evil light.
An hour later I chanced to be with him in our detached hut, when the Mixer entered.
"What happened?" she demanded.
"What do you reckon happened?" returned Cousin Egbert. "They get to talking about Lord Ivy Craddles, or some guy, and before we know it Mr. Belknap Hyphen Jackson is apologizing to Bill here."
"No?" bellowed the Mixer.
"Sure did he!" affirmed Cousin Egbert.
Here they grasped each other"s arms and did a rude native dance about the room, nor did they desist when I sought to explain that the name was not at all Ivy Craddles.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now once more it seemed that for a time I might lead a sanely ordered existence. Not for long did I hope it. I think I had become resigned to the unending series of shocks that seemed to compose the daily life in North America. Few had been my peaceful hours since that fatal evening in Paris. And the shocks had become increasingly violent. When I tried to picture what the next might be I found myself shuddering.
For the present, like a stag that has eluded the hounds but hears their distant baying, I lay panting in momentary security, gathering breath for some new course. I mean to say, one couldn"t tell what might happen next. Again and again I found myself coming all over frightened.
Wholly restored I was now in the esteem of Mr. Belknap-Jackson, who never tired of discussing with me our own life and people. Indeed he was quite the most intelligent foreigner I had encountered. I may seem to exaggerate in the American fashion, but I doubt if a single one of the others could have named the counties of England or the present Lord Mayor of London. Our host was not like that. Also he early gave me to know that he felt quite as we do concerning the rebellion of our American colonies, holding it a matter for the deepest regret; and justly proud he was of the circ.u.mstance that at the time of that rebellion his own family had put all possible obstacles in the way of the traitorous Washington. To be sure, I dare say he may have boasted a bit in this.
It was during the long journey across America which we now set out upon that I came to this sympathetic understanding of his character and of the chagrin he constantly felt at being compelled to live among people with whom he could have as little sympathy as I myself had.
This journey began pleasantly enough, and through the farming counties of Philadelphia, Ohio, and Chicago was not without interest. Beyond came an incredibly large region, much like the steppes of Siberia, I fancy: vast uninhabited stretches of heath and down, with but here and there some rude settlement about which the poor peasants would eagerly a.s.semble as our train pa.s.sed through. I could not wonder that our own travellers have always spoken so disparagingly of the American civilization. It is a country that would never do with us.
Although we lived in this train a matter of nearly four days, I fancy not a single person dressed for dinner as one would on shipboard. Even Belknap-Jackson dined in a lounge-suit, though he wore gloves constantly by day, which was more than I could get Cousin Egbert to do.
As we went ever farther over these leagues of fen and fell and rolling veldt, I could but speculate unquietly as to what sort of place the Red Gap must be. A residential town for gentlemen and families, I had understood, with a little colony of people that really mattered, as I had gathered from Mrs. Effie. And yet I was unable to divine their object in going so far away to live. One goes to distant places for the winter sports or for big game shooting, but this seemed rather grotesquely perverse.
Little did I then dream of the spiritual agencies that were to insure my gradual understanding of the town and its people. Unsuspectingly I fronted a future so wildly improbable that no power could have made me credit it had it then been foretold by the most rarely endowed gypsy.
It is always now with a sort of terror that I look back to those last moments before my destiny had unfolded far enough to be actually alarming. I was as one floating in fancied security down the calm river above their famous Niagara Falls--to be presently dashed without warning over the horrible verge. I mean to say, I never suspected.
Our last day of travel arrived. We were now in a roughened and most untidy welter of mountain and jungle and glen, with violent tarns and bleak bits of moorland that had all too evidently never known the calming touch of the landscape gardener; a region, moreover, peopled by a much more lawless appearing peasantry than I had observed back in the Chicago counties, people for the most part quite wretchedly gotten up and distinctly of the lower or working cla.s.ses.
Late in the afternoon our train wound out of a narrow cutting and into a valley that broadened away on every hand to distant mountains.
Beyond doubt this prospect could, in a loose way of speaking, be called scenery, but of too violent a character it was for cultivated tastes. Then, as my eye caught the vague outlines of a settlement or village in the midst of this valley, Cousin Egbert, who also looked from, the coach window, amazed me by crying out:
"There she is--little old Red Gap! The fastest growing town in the State, if any one should ask you."
"Yes, sir; I"ll try to remember, sir," I said, wondering why I should be asked this.
"Garden spot of the world," he added in a kind of ecstasy, to which I made no response, for this was too preposterous. Nearing the place our train pa.s.sed an immense h.o.a.rding erected by the roadway, a score of feet high, I should say, and at least a dozen times as long, upon which was emblazoned in mammoth red letters on a black ground, "_Keep Your Eye on Red Gap!_" At either end of this lettering was painted a gigantic staring human eye. Regarding this monstrosity with startled interest, I heard myself addressed by Belknap-Jackson: