Billy Foot waylaid Andy as he left Halton. Billy"s view of the matter was not ideal or exalted, but it went to a practical point.
"Did you ever know such a fool?" cried Billy. "What does he want to do it down here for? He"s got all London to play the fool in, if he must play the fool! n.o.body knows there, or if they do they don"t care. Or if A cares B doesn"t, and B"s just as amusing to dine with--probably more so. But in this little hen-roost of a place! All the fowls"ll cackle, and all to the same tune. I"ll lay you six to four he"s dished himself for good in Meriton. Where are you off to?"
"I"ve got to see Miss Vintry off, then I"m going to Nutley. By-the-bye, how did you hear about it?"
"It wasn"t hard to guess, last night, was it? However, to inform my mind better, Andy, I took occasion to call at the Lion. I didn"t see Miss Vintry, but I did see Miss Flower. Also I saw old Dove, and young Dove, and Miss Miles, all with faces as long as your arm--and enjoying themselves immensely! You can no more keep it dark in a place like this than you can hide the parish church under your pocket-handkerchief.
They"ll all know there was a row at Nutley; they"ll all know Miss Vintry was turned out and slept at the Lion; they"ll all know that Harry and she have gone to London, and, of course, they"ll know the engagement"s broken. They"re not clever, I admit--I"ve made speeches to them--but I suppose they"re not born idiots! They must have a rudimentary inductive faculty."
The truth of these words was clearly shown to Andy"s mind when he called at the Lion to pick up Isobel. She was alone in the Nun"s sitting-room; the two girls had already said good-bye to her and gone out for a last walk in Meriton. When she came into the hall to meet him she was confronted by a phalanx of hostile eyes--Miss Miles", old Dove"s, the Bird"s, two chambermaids", the very "Boots" who had officiated at the door on the previous night. n.o.body spoke to her. Her luggage, sent down from Nutley in answer to Andy"s messenger, was already on the cab. Andy was left himself to open the door. n.o.body even wanted a tip from her.
Could unpopularity go further or take any form more glaring?
Before the hostile eyes (she included Andy"s among them) Isobel was herself again--calm, haughty, unabashed, her feelings under full control. There were no signs of the tempest she had pa.s.sed through; she was again the Miss Vintry who had given lessons in courage and the other manly virtues. Andy was unfeignedly glad that this was her condition; his practical equipment included small apt.i.tude for dealing with hysterics.
For the better part of the way to the station she said nothing. At last she looked across at Andy, who sat opposite to her, and remarked, "Well, Mr. Hayes, you saw the beginning; now you see the end."
"Since it has happened, I can only hope the end will be happy--for you and for him."
"I"m getting what I wanted. If you want a thing and get it, you can hardly complain, whatever happens."
"That sounds very reasonable, but--"
"The best thing to hope about reason is to hope you won"t need it? Yes!"
It seemed that the news had not yet spread so far afield as to reach the station. The old stationmaster was friendly and loquacious.
"Quite a break-up of you all to-day, sir," he said. "Mr. "Arry gone by the first train, the stout gentleman by the next, now Miss Vintry, and a carriage engaged for Miss Flower"s party and Mr. Foot this afternoon! A real break-up, I call it!"
"That"s about what it comes to, Mr. Parsons," said Andy, as he handed Isobel into the train.
"Well, "olidays must "ave an end. A pleasant journey and a safe return, miss."
Isobel smiled at Andy. "You"d stop at the first part of the wish, Mr.
Hayes?"
Andy put out his hand to her. With the slightest air of surprise she took it. "We must make the best of it. Do what you can for him."
"I"ll do all he"ll let me." Her eyes met his; she smiled. "I know all that as well as you do. Surely I, if anybody, ought to know it?" It seemed to Andy as if that were what her eyes and her smile said. "I want you to deliver one message for me," she went on. "Don"t be alarmed, I"m not daring to send a message to anybody who belongs to Meriton. But when you next see Miss Dutton, will you tell her I shan"t forget her kindness? I"ve already thanked Miss Flower for the use of her sitting-room. Ah, we"re moving! Good-bye!"
She was smiling as she went. Andy was smiling too; the degree of her grat.i.tude to Sally Dutton and to the Nun respectively had been admirably defined.
The fire of Wellgood"s wrath was still smouldering hotly, ready to break out at any moment if the slightest breath of pa.s.sion fanned it. He received Andy civilly enough, but at the first hint that he came in some sort as an amba.s.sador from Harry"s father, his back stiffened. His position was perfectly clear, and seemed unalterable. So far as it lay in his power he would banish Harry Belfield from Meriton and put an end to any career he might have there. He repeated to Andy more calmly, but not less forcibly, what he had shouted in his fury the evening before.
"Of course I want it kept as quiet as possible; but I don"t want it kept quiet at the cost of that fellow"s going unpunished--getting off scot-free! We"ve nothing to be ashamed of. Publicity won"t hurt us, little as we may like it. But it"ll hurt him, and he shall have it in full measure--straight in the face. Is it a possible state of things that he should be here, living in the place, taking part in our public affairs, being our Member, while my daughter is at Nutley? I say no, and I think Belfield--his father, I mean--ought to be able to see it for himself. What then? Are we to be driven out of our home?"
"That would be absurd, of course," Andy had to admit.
"It seems to me the only alternative." He rose from his chair, and walked up and down like an angry tiger. He faced round on Andy. "For a beginning, the first step he takes in regard to the seat, I shall resign from the committee of the a.s.sociation, and state my reasons for my action in plain language--and I think you know I can speak plainly. I shall do the same about any other public work which involves meeting him. I shall do the same about the hunt, the same about everything. And I"ll ask my friends--I"ll ask decent people--to choose between Harry Belfield and me. To please my daughter, I didn"t break his head, as I should have liked to, but, by heaven, I"ll spoil his game in Meriton!
I"m afraid that"s the only message I can give you to take to Halton."
"In fact you"ll do your best to get him boycotted?" Andy liked compendious statements.
"That"s exactly what I mean to do, Hayes. A man going to be married to my daughter in a fortnight--parted from her the moment before on the footing of her lover--found making violent love to another inmate of my house, her companion, almost within my very house itself--sounds well, doesn"t it? Calculated to recommend him to his friends, and to the const.i.tuency?"
Andy tried a last shot. "Is this action of yours really best for Miss Wellgood, or what she would wish?"
Wellgood flushed in anger, conscious of his secret motives, by no means sure that he was not suspected of them. "I judge for my daughter. And it"s not what she may wish, but what is proper in regard to her that I consider. On the other hand, if he lets Meriton alone, he may do what he likes. That"s not my affair. I"m not going to hunt him over the whole country."
"Well, that"s something," said Andy with a patient smile. "I"ll communicate your terms to Mr. Belfield." He paused, glancing doubtfully at his most unconciliatory companion. "Do you think it would be painful to Miss Wellgood to see me?"
He stopped suddenly in his prowling up and down the room. "That"s funny!
She was just saying she would like to see you."
"I"m glad to hear that. I want to be quite frank. Harry has asked me to express to her his bitter regret."
"Nothing more than that?"
"Nothing more, on my honour."
"She wants to say something to you." He frowned in hesitation. "If I thought there was the smallest chance of her being induced to enter into direct communication with him, I"d say no at once. But there"s no chance of that. And she wants to see you. Yes, you can see her, if you like.
She"s in the garden, by the lake, I think. She"s taken this well, Hayes; she"s showing a thousand times more pluck than I ever thought she had."
His voice grew gentle. "Poor little girl! Yes, go! She wants to see you."
Andy had taken nothing by his first mission; he felt quite hopelessly unfit for his second. To offer the apologies of a faithless swain was no more in his line than to be a faithless swain himself; the fleeting relics of Harry"s authority had imposed a last uncongenial task. Perhaps his very mum-chanceness was his saving. Glib protestations would have smacked too strongly of the princ.i.p.al to commend the agent. Vivien heard his stammering words in silence, seeming wrapped in an aloofness that she took for her sole remaining protection. She bowed her head gravely at the "bitter regret," at the "unguarded moment," at the "fatal irresolution"--Andy"s memory held fast to the phrases, but refused to weld them into one of Harry"s shapely periods. On "fatal irresolution"
he came to a full stop. He dared not look at her--it would seem an intrusion, a brutality; he stared steadily over the lake.
"I knew he had moods like that," she said after a long silence. "I never realized what they could do to a man. I daresay it would be hard for me to realize. I"m glad he wanted to--to say a word of regret. There"s one thing I should like you to tell him; that"s why I wanted to see you."
Now Andy turned to her, for her voice commanded his attention.
"How f.a.gged-out you look, Miss Wellgood!" he exclaimed impulsively.
"Things aren"t easy," she said in a low steady voice. "If I could have silence! But I have to listen to denunciation. You"ll understand. Did he tell you what--what pa.s.sed?"
"The gist of it, I think."
"Then you"ll understand that I mayn"t have the power to stop the denunciations, or--or the other steps that may be threatened or taken. I should like him to know that they"re not my doing. And I should like him to know too that I would a thousand times sooner this had happened than that other thing which I believe he meant to happen--honestly meant to happen--but for--this accident."
"I"m with you in that, Miss Wellgood. It"s far better."
"I accept what he says--an unguarded moment. But I--I thought he had a guard." She sat silent again for a minute. "There"s one other thing I should like to say to him, through you. But you"ll know best whether to say it or not, I think. I should like to tell him that he can"t make me forget--almost that he can"t make me ungrateful. He gave me, in our early days together, the first real joy I"d ever had--I expect the only perfect joy I ever shall have. What he gave then, he can"t wholly take away." She looked at Andy with a faint melancholy smile. "Shall you tell him that?"
"If you leave it to me, I shan"t tell him that."
"Why not?"
"You want it all over, don"t you?" he asked bluntly.
"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"