CHAPTER XIV
MR. HARTLEY"S idea, warmly approved by Captain Trimblett, was to divulge the state of affairs to his daughter in much the same circuitous fashion that Mr. Vyner had revealed it to him. He had not taken into account, however, the difference in temper of the listeners, and one or two leading questions from Joan brought the matter to an abrupt conclusion.
She sat divided between wrath and dismay.
"You-you must have misunderstood him," she said at last, with a little gasp. "He could not be so mean, and tyrannical, and ridiculous."
Her father shook his head. "There is no room for misunderstanding," he said, quietly. "Still, I have got three months to look about me, and I don"t suppose we shall starve."
Miss Hartley expressed the wish-as old as woman-to give the offender a piece of her mind. She also indulged in a few general remarks concerning the obtuseness of people who were unable to see when they were not wanted, by which her father understood her to refer to Vyner junior.
"I was afraid you cared for him," he said, awkwardly.
"I?" exclaimed Joan, in the voice of one unable to believe her ears.
"Oh, father, I am surprised at you; I never thought you would say such a thing."
Mr. Hartley eyed her uneasily.
"Why should you think anything so absurd?" continued his daughter, with some severity.
Mr. Hartley, with much concern, began to cite a long list of things responsible for what he freely admitted was an unfortunate mistake on his part. His daughter listened with growing impatience and confusion, and, as he showed no signs of nearing the end, rose in a dignified fashion and quitted the room. She was back, however, in a minute or two, and, putting her arm on his shoulder, bent down and kissed him.
"I had no idea you were so observant," she remarked, softly.
"I don"t think I am really," said the conscientious man. "If it hadn"t been for Trimblett-"
Miss Hartley, interrupting with spirit, paid a tribute to the captain that ought to have made his ears burn.
"I ought to have been more careful all these years," said her father presently. "If I had, this would not have mattered so much. Prodigality never pays-"
Joan placed her arm about his neck again. "Prodigality!" she said, with a choking laugh. "You don"t know the meaning of the word. And you have had to help other people all your life. After all, perhaps you and Captain Trimblett are wrong; Mr. Vyner can"t be in earnest, it is too absurd."
"Yes, he is," said Hartley, sitting up, with a sudden air of determination. "But then, so am I. I am not going to be dictated to in this fashion. My private affairs are nothing to do with him. I-I shall have to tell him so."
"Don"t do anything yet," said Joan, softly, as she resumed her seat. "By the way-"
"Well?" said her father, after a pause.
"That invitation from Uncle William was your doing," continued Joan, levelling an incriminating finger at him.
"Trimblett"s idea," said her father, anxious to give credit where it was due. "His idea was that if you were to go away for a time Robert Vyner would very likely forget all about you."
"I"m not afraid of that," said Joan, with a slight smile. "I mean-I mean-what business has Captain Trimblett to concern himself about my affairs?"
"I know what you mean," said Hartley, in a low voice.
He got up, and crossing to the window stood looking out on his beloved garden. His thoughts went back to the time, over twenty years ago, when he and his young wife had planted it. He remembered that in those far-off days she had looked forward with confidence to the time when he would be offered a share in the firm. For a moment he felt almost glad--
"I suppose that Captain Trimblett is right," said Joan, who had been watching him closely; "and I"ll go when you like."
Her father came from the window. "Yes," he said, and stood looking at her.
"I am going out a little way," said Joan, suddenly.
Hartley started, and glanced instinctively at the clock. "Yes," he said again.
His daughter went upstairs to dress, and did her best to work up a little resentment against being turned out of her home to avoid a caller whom she told herself repeatedly she had no wish to see. Her reflections were cut short by remembering that time was pa.s.sing, and that Mr.
Vyner"s punctuality, in the matter of these calls, was of a nature to which the office was a stranger.
She put on her hat and, running downstairs, opened the door and went out. At the gate she paused, and, glancing right and left, saw Robert Vyner approaching. He bowed and quickened his pace.
"Father is indoors," she said with a friendly smile, as she shook hands.
"It"s a sin to be indoors an evening like this," said Robert, readily.
"Are you going for a walk?"
"A little way; I am going to see a friend," said Joan. "Good-by."
"Good-by," said Mr. Vyner, and turned in at the gate, while Joan, a little surprised at his docility, proceeded on her way. She walked slowly, trying, in the interests of truth, to think of some acquaintance to call upon. Then she heard footsteps behind, gradually gaining upon her.
"I really think I"m the most forgetful man in Salt-haven," said Mr.
Robert Vyner, in tones of grave annoyance, as he ranged alongside. "I came all this way to show your father a book on dahlias, and now I find I"ve left it at the office. What"s a good thing for a bad memory?"
"Punish yourself by running all the way, I should think," replied Joan.
"It might make you less forgetful next time."
Mr. Vyner became thoughtful, not to say grave. "I don"t know so much about running," he said, slowly. "I"ve had an idea for some time past that my heart is a little bit affected."
Joan turned to him swiftly. "I"m so sorry," she faltered. "I had no idea; and the other night you were rolling the gra.s.s. Why didn"t you speak of it before?"
Her anxiety was so genuine that Mr. Vyner had the grace to feel a little bit ashamed of himself.
"When I say that my heart is affected, I don"t mean in the way of-of disease," he murmured.
"Is it weak?" inquired the girl.
Mr. Vyner shook his head.
"Well, what is the matter with it?"
Mr. Vyner sighed. "I don"t know," he said, slowly. "It is not of long standing; I only noticed it a little while ago. The first time I had an attack I was sitting in my office-working. Let me see. I think it was the day you came in there to see your father. Yes, I am sure it was."
Miss Hartley walked on, looking straight before her.