"I think so too--in his own interest. And I rather think that I, at least, owe it to Vivien to throw my weight on the side that will save her from annoyance."
"That was in my mind too, Belfield; but I knew you"d think of it without my saying it."
"I believe--I do really believe--that he will look at it in that light himself. Any gentleman would; and he"s that, outside his plaguy love affairs."
"I know he is; I know it. They bring such a lot of good fellows to grief--and pretty women too."
"Well, I must write to him; and you must look out for another candidate."
"By Jove, we must, and in quick time too! Apart from a General Election, I hear old Millington"s sadly shaky. Well, good-bye, Belfield. My regards to your wife." He shook hands warmly. "This is hard luck on you; but he"s got lots of time to pick up again. He"ll end in the first flight yet. Cheer up. Better have a Prodigal than no son at all, like me!"
"I imagine a good deal might be said on both sides in that debate."
"Oh, stuff and nonsense! You wouldn"t dare to say that to his mother!"
"No; and I don"t suppose I really think it myself. But this sort of thing does make a man a bit nervous, Meriton."
"If the lady"s attractions have led him astray, perhaps they"ll be able now to keep him straight."
"They won"t be so great in one particular. They won"t be forbidden fruit."
"Aye, the best fox is always in the covert you mayn"t draw. Human nature!"
"At all events, my boy Harry"s."
And for that nature Harry had to pay. The present price was an end of his career in Meriton. One more voice joined the chorus, a powerful voice. Belfield bowed his head to the decision. It was final for the moment; in his depression of spirit he felt as though it were final for all time, as though his native town would know Harry no more. At any rate, now his place was vacant--the place from which he by transgression fell. It must be given to another. Only in Vivien"s memory had he still his niche.
Chapter XXII.
GRUBBING AWAY.
Gilly Foot"s mind was so inventive, and his demand for ministerial a.s.sistance in carrying out his inventions so urgent, during the next three weeks that Andy had little leisure for his own or anybody else"s private affairs. The week-ends at Meriton had to be temporarily suspended, and Meriton news reached him now by a word from Billy, who seemed to be in touch with Belfield, now through Jack Rock. Thus he heard from Billy that Harry Belfield was married and had gone abroad; while Jack sent him a copy of the local paper, with a paragraph (heavily marked in blue pencil) to the effect that Mr. Harry Belfield, being advised by his doctor to take a prolonged rest, had resigned his position as prospective candidate for the Meriton Division. Decorous expressions of regret followed, and it was added that probably Mr. Mark Wellgood, Chairman of the Conservative a.s.sociation, would be approached in the matter. Jack had emphasized his pencil-mark with a large note of exclamation, in which Andy felt himself at liberty to see crystallized the opinion of Harry"s fellow-citizens.
Still, though Meriton had for the time to be relegated mainly to memory, there it had a specially precious pigeon-hole. It had regained for him all its old status of home. When he thought of holidays, it was of holidays at Meriton. When his thoughts grew ambitious--the progress of Gilbert Foot and Co. began to justify modest ambitions--they pictured a small house for himself in or near Meriton, and a leisure devoted to that ancient town"s local affairs. To himself he was a citizen of Meriton more than of London; for to Andy London was, foremost of all, a place of work. Its gaieties were for him occasional delights, rather than a habitual part of the life it offered. Talks with Jack Rock and other old friends, visits to Halton and Nutley, completed the picture of his future life at home. He was not a man much given to a.n.a.lysing his thoughts or feelings, and perhaps did not realize how very essential the setting was to the attractiveness of the picture, nor that one part of the setting gave the picture more charm than all the rest. Yet when Andy"s fancy painted him as enjoying well-earned hours of repose at Meriton, the terrace by the lake at Nutley was usually to be seen in the foreground.
Let Gilly clamour never so wildly for figures to be ready for him by the next morning, in order that he might know whether the latest child of his genius could be reared in this hard world or must be considered merely as an ideal laid up in the heavens, an evening had to be found to go and see the Nun as Joan of Arc--first as the rustic maid in that village in France (its name was on the programme), and then, in silver armour, exhorting the King of France (who was supposed to be on horseback in the wings). The question of the Nun"s horse was solved by an elderly white animal being discovered on the stage when the curtain rose--the Nun was a.s.sumed to have just dismounted (voluntarily)--and being led off to the blare of trumpets. This was for the second song, of course, and it was the second song which brought Miss Doris Flower the greatest triumph that she had ever yet achieved. Its pa.s.sing references to the favour of Heaven were unexceptionable in taste--so all the papers declared; its martial spirit stirred the house; its tune caught on immensely; and, by a happy inspiration, Joan of Arc had (as she was historically quite ent.i.tled to have) a prophetic vision of a time when the relations between her own country and England would be infinitely happier than they were in the days of Charles VII. and Henry VI. This vision having fortunately been verified, the public applauded Joan of Arc"s sentiments to the echo, while the author and the management were very proud of their skill in imparting this touch of "actuality" to the proceedings. Finally, the Nun was in excellent voice, and the silver armour suited her figure prodigiously well.
"Yes, it"s a great go," said Miss Flower contentedly, when Andy went round to her room to see her. She draped a j.a.panese dressing-gown over the silver armour, laid her helmet on the table, and lit a cigarette.
"It knocks the Quaker into a c.o.c.ked hat, and makes even the Nun look silly. The booking"s enormous; and it"s something to draw them here, with that Venus-rising-from-the-foam girl across the Square. I"m told, too, that she appears to have chosen a beach where there are no by-laws in force, Andy."
Andy explained that he had not much leisure for even the most attractive entertainments.
"Do you know," she proceeded, "that something very funny--I shan"t want you for ten minutes, Mrs. Milsom" (this to her dresser, who discreetly withdrew)--"has happened about Billy Foot? I don"t mind telling you, in confidence, that at Meriton I thought he was going to break out. With half an opportunity he would have. Since we came back I"ve only seen him twice, and then he tried to avoid me. His usual haunts, Andy, know him only occasionally, and then in company which, to my mind, undoubtedly has its home in Kensington."
"What"s the matter with him, I wonder? Now you remind me, I"ve hardly seen him either."
"He was here the other night, in a box, with Kensington; but he didn"t come round. Took Kensington on to supper, I suppose."
"What have you against Kensington?" Andy inquired curiously.
"Nothing at all. Only I"ve observed, Andy, that taking Kensington out is a prelude to matrimony. I could tell you a dozen cases in my own knowledge. You hadn"t thought of that? In certain fields my experience is still superior to yours."
"Oh, very much so! Do you suspect any particular Kensingtonian?"
"There was a tall dark girl, rather pretty; but I couldn"t look much.
Well, we shall miss Billy if it comes off, but I imagine we can rely implicitly on Gilly."
"You"ve heard that Harry"s married to Miss Vintry?"
"Serve her right!" said the Nun severely. "I never had any pity for that woman."
"And he"s chucked the candidature. So our great campaign was all for nothing!"
"Well, Billy must always be talking somewhere, anyhow. And I should think it did you good?"
"Oh yes, it did. I was thinking of Harry."
"In my opinion it"s about time you got out of that habit. Now you must go, or you"ll make me too late to get anything to eat. As you may guess, wearing this sh.e.l.l involves a fundamental reconstruction before I can present myself at supper."
Andy took her hand and pressed it. "I"m so jolly glad you"ve got such a success, Doris. And the armour"s ripping!"
There followed three weeks of what Gilly Foot, over his lunch at the restaurant and his dinner at the Artemis, used to describe as "incredible grind for both of us." Then a day of triumph! The outcome of the latest brilliant idea, the new scientific primer, was accepted as the text-book in the County Council secondary schools. Gilly wore a _Nunc Dimittis_ air.
"Eton and Harrow! Pooh!" said he. "A couple of hundred copies a year apiece, perhaps. Give me the County Council schools! The young ma.s.ses being bred on Gilbert Foot and Co.--that"s what I want. The proletariat is our game! If this spreads over the country, and I believe it will, we shall be rich men in no time, Andy."
Andy was smiling broadly--not that he had any particular wish to be rich, but because successful labour is marvellously sweet.
"Do you happen to remember that it was you who gave me the germ of that idea?"
"No, surely I didn"t? I don"t remember. I can"t have, Gilly."
"Oh yes, you did. That arrangement of the tables of comparison?"
"Oh, ah! Yes--well, I do remember something about that. But that"s only a trifle. You did all the rest."
"That"s what"s fetched them, though; I know it is." He gave a sigh.
"Andy, I shall grudge you that all the rest of my life." He put his head on one side, and regarded his partner with a peaceful smile. "You"re a remarkable chap, you know. Some day or other I believe you"ll end by making me work! Sometimes I kind of feel the infection creeping over me.
I distinctly hurried lunch to-day to come back and talk about this."
"I believe we have got our foot in this time," said Andy.
"I shan"t, however, do anything more to-day," Gilly announced, rising and putting on his hat. "My nerves are somewhat over-stimulated. A walk in the park, a game of bridge, and a quiet little dinner are indicated.
You"ll attend to anything that turns up, won"t you, old chap?"