"I can"t hear what you say," said the captain, following the direction of the other"s hand and stepping outside. "Sometimes I think my deafness gets worse. It"s a great deprivation.""
"Is it?" said Mr. Truefitt. He made a funnel of both hands and bent to the old man"s willing ear.
"You"re an artful, interfering, prying, inquisitive old busybody," he bellowed. "Can you hear that?"
"Say it again," said the captain, his old eyes snapping.
Mr. Truefitt complied.
"I didn"t quite catch the last word," said the captain.
"Busybody!" yelled Mr. Truefitt. "Busybody! B-u-s--"
"I heard," said Captain Sellers, with sudden and alarming dignity. "Take your coat off."
"Get out of my garden," responded Mr. Truefitt, briefly.
"Take your coat off," repeated Captain Sellers, sternly. He removed his own after a little trouble, and rolling back his shirt sleeves stood regarding with some pride a pair of yellow, skinny old arms. Then he clenched his fists, and, with an agility astonishing in a man of his years, indulged in a series of galvanic little hops in front of the astounded Peter Truefitt.
"Put your hands up!" he screamed. "Put "em up, you tailor"s dummy! Put "em up, you Dutchman!"
"Go out of my garden," repeated the marvelling Mr. Truefitt. "Go home and have some gruel and go to bed!"
Captain Sellers paid no heed. Still performing marvellous things with his feet, he ducked his head over one shoulder, feinted with his left at Mr. Truefitt"s face, and struck with his right somewhere near the centre of his opponent"s waistcoat. Mr. Truefitt, still gazing at him open-mouthed, retreated backward, and, just as the captain"s parchment-like fist struck him a second time, tripped over a water-can that had been left in the path and fell heavily on his back in a flower-bed.
"Time!" cried Captain Sellers, breathlessly, and pulled out a big silver watch to consult, as Miss Willett came hurrying down the garden, followed by Mrs. Chinnery.
"Peter!" wailed Miss Willett, going on her knees and raising his head.
"Oh, Peter!"
"Has he hurt you?" inquired Mrs. Chinnery, stooping.
"No; I"m a bit shaken," said Mr. Truefitt, crossly. "I fell over that bla-blessed water-can. Take that old marionette away. I"m afraid to touch him for fear he"ll fall to pieces."
"Time!" panted Captain Sellers, stowing his watch away and resuming his prancing. "Come on! Lively with it!"
Miss Willett uttered a faint scream and thrust her hand out.
"Lor" bless the man!" cried Mrs. Chinnery, regarding the old gentleman"s antics with much amazement "Go away! Go away at once!"
"Time!" cried Captain Sellers.
She stepped forward, and her att.i.tude was so threatening that Captain Sellers hesitated. Then he turned, and, picking up his coat, began to struggle into it.
"I hope it will be a lesson to him," he said, glaring at Mr. Truefitt, who had risen by this time and was feeling his back. "You see what comes of insulting an old sea-dog."
He turned and made his way to the gate, refusing with a wave of his hand Mrs. Chinnery"s offer to help him down the three steps leading to the sh.o.r.e. With head erect and a springy step he gained his own garden, and even made a pretence of attending to a flower or two before sitting down. Then the deck-chair claimed him, and he lay, a limp bundle of aching old bones, until his housekeeper came down the garden to see what had happened to him.
CHAPTER XX
FOR the first week or two after Joan Hartley"s return Mr. Robert Vyner went about in a state of gloomy amazement. Then, the first shock of surprise over, he began to look about him in search of reasons for a marriage so undesirable. A few casual words with Hartley at odd times only served to deepen the mystery, and he learned with growing astonishment of the chief clerk"s ignorance of the whole affair. A faint suspicion, which he had at first dismissed as preposterous, persisted in recurring to him, and grew in strength every time the subject was mentioned between them. His spirits improved, and he began to speak of the matter so cheerfully that Hartley became convinced that everybody concerned had made far too much of ordinary attentions paid by an ordinary young man to a pretty girl. Misled by his son"s behaviour, Mr.
Vyner, senior, began to entertain the same view of the affair.
"Just a boyish admiration," he said to his wife, as they sat alone one evening. "All young men go through it at some time or other. It"s a sort of-ha-vaccination, and the sooner they have it and get over it the better."
"He has quite got over it, I think," said Mrs. Vyner, slowly.
Mr. Vyner nodded. "Lack of opposition," he said, with a satisfied air.
"Lack of visible opposition, at any rate. These cases require management. Many a marriage has been caused by the efforts made to prevent it."
Mrs. Vyner sighed. Her husband had an irritating habit of taking her a little way into his confidence and then leaving the rest to an imagination which was utterly inadequate to the task.
"There is nothing like management," she said, safely. "And I am sure n.o.body could have had a better son. He has never caused us a day"s anxiety."
"Not real anxiety," said her husband-"no."
Mrs. Vyner averted her eyes. "When," she said, gently-"when are you going to give him a proper interest in the firm?"
Mr. Vyner thrust his hands into his trousers pockets and leaned back in his chair. "I have been thinking about it," he said, slowly. "He would have had it before but for this nonsense. Nothing was arranged at first, because I wanted to see how he was going to do. His work is excellent-excellent."
It was high praise, but it was deserved, and Mr. Robert Vyner would have been the first to admit it. His monstrous suspicion was daily growing less monstrous and more plausible. It became almost a conviction, and he resolved to test it by seeing Joan and surprising her with a few sudden careless remarks of the kind that a rising K.C. might spring upon a particularly difficult witness. For various reasons he chose an afternoon when the senior partner was absent, and, after trying in vain to think out a few embarra.s.sing questions on the way, arrived at the house in a condition of mental bankruptcy.
The obvious agitation of Miss Hartley as she shook hands did not tend to put him at his ease. He stammered something about "congratulations" and the girl stammered something about "thanks," after which they sat still and eyed each other nervously.
"Beautiful day," said Mr. Vyner at last, and comforted himself with the reflection that the most eminent K.C."s often made inane remarks with the idea of throwing people off their guard.
Miss Hartley said "Yes."
"I hope you had a nice time in town?" he said, suddenly.
"Very nice," said Joan, eying him demurely.
"But of course you did," said Robert, with an air of sudden remembrance.
"I suppose Captain Trimblett knows London pretty well?"
"Pretty well," repeated the witness.
Mr. Vyner eyed her thoughtfully. "I hope you won"t mind my saying so,"
he said, slowly, "but I was awfully pleased to hear of your marriage. I think it is always nice to hear of one"s friends marrying each other."
"Yes," said the girl.