Billy preserved his temper with some difficulty. "Purely for the sake of argument, a.s.sume that I am a person whom she might possibly accept."
"Can"t. There are limits to hypothesis, beyond which discussion is unprofitable. I merely ask you to note how much time and worry you"ll be saved if you adopt my suggestion."
"You"ll look a particular fool if I do--and she says yes."
"Are you quite sure they brought the claret you ordered, Billy?--What"s that you said?"
"I"m sure it"s the claret, and I"m sure you"re an idiot!" Billy crossly retorted.
His journey to London, to say nothing of a decidedly expensive lunch, brought poor Billy no comfort and no enlightenment, since he refused his brother"s plan without hesitation. His problem became no less hara.s.sing when brought into contact with Mrs. Belfield"s problem at Halton. She also discussed it at lunch, Harry being an absentee, and Andy Hayes the only other guest. She had forgotten by now that a similar question had once arisen about Andy himself; his present position would have made the memory seem ridiculous; it had become indisputably equal to dinner at Halton, even in Mrs. Belfield"s most conservative eyes.
"I have written the note you wished me to, my dear," she remarked to her husband. "To Miss Flower, you know, for Wednesday night. And I apologized for my informality in not having called, and said that I hoped Miss--Miss--well, the friend, you know, would come too."
"Thank you, my dear, thank you." Belfield sounded really grateful; the struggle had, in fact, been rather more severe than he had antic.i.p.ated.
"It"s not that I"m a sn.o.b," the lady went on, now addressing herself to Billy Foot, "or prejudiced, or in any way illiberal. n.o.body could say that of me. But it"s just that I doubt how far it"s wise to attempt to mix different sections of society. I mean whether there"s not a certain danger in it. You see what I mean, Mr. Foot?"
Belfield winked covertly at Andy; both had some suspicion of Billy"s feelings, and were maliciously enjoying the situation.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Belfield, I--er--see what you mean, of course. In ordinary cases there might be--yes--a sort of--well, a sort of danger to--to--well, to something we all value, Mrs. Belfield. But in this case I don"t think--"
"So Mr. Belfield says. But then he"s always so adventurous."
Belfield could not repress a sn.i.g.g.e.r; Andy made an unusually prolonged use of his napkin; Billy was rather red in the face. Mrs. Belfield gazed at Billy, not at all understanding his feelings, but thinking that he was looking very warm.
"Well, Harry"s engaged!" she added with a sigh of thanksgiving. Billy grew redder still; the other two welcomed an opportunity for open laughter.
"They may laugh, Mr. Foot, but I"m sure your mother would feel as I do."
A bereavement several years old saved Billy from the suggested complication, but he glared fiercely across the table at Andy, who a.s.sumed, with difficulty, an apologetic gravity.
"All my wife"s fears will vanish as soon as she knows the lady," said Belfield, also anxious to make his peace with Billy.
"I always yield to Mr. Belfield, but you can"t deny that it"s an experiment, Mr. Foot." She rose from the table, having defined the position with her usual serene and gentle self-satisfaction.
Billy rose too, announcing that he would finish his cigar in the garden.
His face was still red, and he was not well pleased with his host and Andy. Why will people make our own most reasonable thoughts ridiculous by their silly way of putting them? And why will other stupid people laugh at them when so presented? These reflections accompanied poor Billy as he walked and smoked.
Belfield smiled. "More sentimental complications! I hope Billy Foot keeps his face better than that when he"s in court. Do you think he"ll rush on his fate? And what will it be?"
"Oh, I don"t know, sir," Andy answered. "I really haven"t thought about it. I don"t think she cares for him in that sort of way, though they"re awfully good friends."
"You seem to manage to keep heart-whole, Andy?"
"Oh, I"ve no time to do anything else," he laughed.
"Take care; Cupid resents defiance. I"ve a notion you stand very well with the lady in question yourself."
"I? Oh, the idea"s never entered my head."
"I don"t say it"s entered hers. The pretty rogue told me she never fell in love, and made me wish I was thirty years younger, and free to test her. But she"s very fond of you, Andy."
"I think what she told you about herself is true. She said something like it to me too. But I"m glad you think she likes me. I like her immensely. Outside this house, she"s my best friend, I think, not counting old Jack Rock, of course."
"I believe Vivien would dispute the t.i.tle with her. She thinks the world of you."
"I say, Mr. Belfield, you"ll turn my head. Seriously, I should be awfully happy to think that true. There"s n.o.body--well, n.o.body in the world I"d rather be liked by."
"Yes, I think I know that," said Belfield. "And I"m glad to think she"s got such a friend, if she ever needs one."
A silence followed. Belfield was thinking of Vivien, thinking that she would have been in safer hands with Andy than with his son Harry; glad, as he had said, to know that she would have such a friend left to her after his own precarious lease of life was done. Andy was thinking too, but not of Vivien, not of sentimental complications--not even of Harry"s. Yet the thought which he was pursuing in his mind was not altogether out of relation to Harry, though the relation was one that he did not consciously trace.
"Back to work next week, sir!" he said. "Gilly"s clamouring for me. I"ve had a splendid holiday."
"You"ve put in some very good work in your holiday. Your speeches are thought good."
"I somehow feel that I"m on my own legs now," said Andy slowly. "I hope I"ve not grown b.u.mptious, but I"m not afraid now to think for myself and to say what I think. I often find people agree with me more or less."
"Perhaps you persuade them," Belfield suggested; he was listening with interest, for he had watched from outside the growth of Andy"s mind, and liked to hear Andy"s own account of it.
"Well, I never set out to do that. I just give them the facts, and what the facts seem to me to point to. If they"ve got facts pointing the other way, I like to listen. Of course lots of questions are very difficult, but by going at it like that, and taking time, and not being afraid to chuck up your first opinion, you can get forward--or so it seems to me at least."
"Chucking up first opinions is hard work, both about things and about people."
"Yes, but it"s the way a man"s mind grows, isn"t it?" He spoke slowly and thoughtfully. "Unless you can do that, you"re not really your own mental master, any more than you"re your own physical master if you can"t break off a bad habit."
"You"ve got to be a bit ruthless with yourself in both cases, and with the opinions, and--with the people."
"You"ve got to see," said Andy. "You must see--that"s it. You mustn"t shut your eyes, or turn your head away, or let anybody else look for you."
"You"ve come into your kingdom," said Belfield with a nod.
"Perhaps I may claim to have got my eyes open, to be grown up."
He was grown up; he stood on his own legs; he sat no more at Harry"s feet and leant no more on Harry"s arm. Harry came into his life there, as he had in so many ways. Harry"s weakness had thrown him back on his own strength, and forced him to rely on it. Relying on it in life, he had found it trustworthy, and now did not fear to rely on it in thought also. His chosen master and leader had forfeited his allegiance, though never his love. He would choose no other; he would think for himself.
Looking at his capacious head, at his calm broad brow, and hearing him slowly hammer out his mental creed, Belfield fancied that his thinking might carry him far. The kingdom he had come into might prove a s.p.a.cious realm.
Chapter XIX.
MARKED MONEY.
So far as she could and dared, Isobel Vintry withdrew herself from the company of Harry Belfield. She relaxed her supervision of the lovers when they were together; she tried to avoid any risk of being alone with Harry. She knew that Wellgood was watching her, and was determined to give no new handle to his suspicion. Her own feelings agreed in dictating her line of action. In ordinary intercourse she was sure of herself; she was not anxious to seek extraordinary temptation. She had more resolution than Harry, but not the same power of self-delusion, not the same faculty of imagining that an enemy was finally conquered because he had been once defeated or defied. She was careful not to expose herself to danger, either from herself or from Wellgood. Harry had decided that all chance of danger was over; he laughed at it now, almost literally laughed. Yet while he derided the notion of peril, he liked the flavour of memory. He kept turning the thing over in a mood nicely compounded of remorse and self-esteem; of penitence for the folly, and self-congratulation over the end that had been put to it; of wonder at his aberration, and excuse of it in view of Isobel"s attractions. Gone as it all was in fact, it was not banished from retrospect.
Wellgood grew easier in his mind. He had marked some florins--opportunities for private meetings rather clumsily offered; they had not been taken. His suspicions of the past remained, but he thought that he had effectually frightened Isobel. He had good hopes for his own scheme again. If she did not come round before the wedding--now only a fortnight off--he believed that she would afterwards. Harry finally out of reach, his turn would come. He continued his smoothness, and did not relax his vigilance; but, as the days pa.s.sed by, his hopes rose to confidence again.