He was thinking the idea over in his steady way, and had not paid heed to Harry"s altered mood. The objections Harry put forward were so in tune with his own mind that it did not strike him as at all odd that his friend should urge them even zealously. "In any event," he added, "I should have to be guided entirely by what Gilly Foot thought."
"What Gilly thought?"
"I mean whether he thought it would be compatible with the claims of the business."
"What, you"d really think of it?"
There was such unmistakable vexation, even scorn, in his voice now that Andy could not altogether miss the significance of the tone. He looked across at Harry with an air of surprise. "There"s no harm in thinking a thing over. I always like to do that."
"Well, of all the men I thought of as likely to step into my shoes, I never thought of you."
"It"s the last thing I should ever have thought of either. You"ve something in your mind, haven"t you? I hope you"ll say anything you think quite candidly."
"Oh well, since you ask me, old fellow, from the party point of view I think there are--er--certain objections. I mean, in a place like Meriton family connections and so on still count for a good deal--on our side, anyhow."
Andy nodded, again comprehending and admitting. "Yes, I"m n.o.body; and my father was n.o.body, from that point of view." He smiled. "And then there"s Jack Rock!"
"Don"t be hurt with me, but I call myself a Tory, and I am one. Such things do count, and I"m not ashamed to say I think they ought to. I"ve never let them count in personal relations."
"I know that, Harry. You may be sure I recognise that. And you"re right to mention them now. I suppose they must have reckoned with them, though, before they determined--if they have determined--to make me this offer."
"Well, thank heaven I"m out of it, and I wish you joy of it," said Harry, rising and clapping on his hat.
"Oh, it"s not at all likely it"ll come to anything. Must you go, Harry?"
"Yes, I"m off." He paused for a moment. "If it is what you think, you"d better look at it carefully. Don"t let them persuade you against your own judgment. I consider Wigram an a.s.s, and old Meriton is quite out of touch with the Division." He forbore to comment on his own father, and with a curt "Good-bye" departed, shutting the door rather loudly behind him.
This great day--the day which had both witnessed the triumph of the new text-book and brought the telegram from Meriton--was a Thursday. Andy sent his answer that he would be at Halton on Sat.u.r.day afternoon. He could find no other possible interpretation of the summons, surprising as his first interpretation was. He was honestly pleased; it could not be said that he was much puzzled. His answer seemed pretty plain--the thing was impossible. What did surprise him rather was the instinctive regret with which he greeted this conclusion. Such an idea had never occurred to his mind; when it was presented to him, he could not turn away without regret--nay, not without a certain vague feeling of self-reproach. If he seemed to them a possible leader, ought he to turn his back on the battle? But of course they did not know his private circ.u.mstances or the business claims upon him. Harry had been quite right about those, just as he had been about the desirability of family connections--but not of family connections with Jack Rock.
It was quite out of the question; but, Andy being human and no more business offering itself, he indulged in half an hour"s reverie over it.
He shook his head at himself with a reproving smile for this vanity. But it would be pleasant to have the offer, and pleasant if they let him mention it to one or two friends. Jack Rock would be proud of it, and he could not help thinking that perhaps Vivien Wellgood would be pleased.
His brow knit when he remembered that Harry Belfield had not seemed pleased. Well, could he be expected to be pleased? "To step into my shoes" had been his phrase. Well, if men choose to take off fine new shoes and leave them lying about? Somebody will step into them. Why not a friend? So he argued. A friend in regard to whom Harry had never allowed anything to interfere with his personal relations. That was just it. If a friend, he had also been a _protege_, the recipient of a kindly generous patronage, an equal by grace and not by right. Credit Harry Belfield with a generosity above the average, and yet he might feel a pang at the idea of his former humble friend stepping into his shoes, taking his place, becoming successor to what his folly had left vacant.
Andy understood; and from that point of view he felt it was rather a relief that the thing was in itself an impossibility. There was a triple impossibility--the money, the time--and Gilly Foot!
Still the text-book and the telegram had given him an interesting day.
Chapter XXIII.
A STOP-GAP.
Andy felt that he ought not to go to Meriton without having possessed himself of his partner"s views. Any reluctance--even a reluctant a.s.sent--from Gilly would put an immediate end to the project. He was rather nervous about bringing the matter forward, fearing lest the mere idea of it, entertained by the junior partner, might seem treason in the eyes of his senior in the growing business of Gilbert Foot and Co.
The interview held one or two surprises for him. In this affair Andy was to learn the worth of a band of resolute friends, and to begin to understand how much men will do for a man who has convinced them that he can do things for himself also. For such a man the way is cleared of all but inevitable difficulties. There is a conspiracy, partly self-interested, partly based on appreciation, to set him free to do the work for which he is fitted; the conspirators both want the work done and are glad to help a fine worker.
The first surprise was that Gilly Foot was not at all surprised when Andy put before him a contingent case--in terms carefully hypothetical.
Indeed his first words went far to abolish any contingent or hypothetical character in the discussion.
"So they"ve done it, have they?" he drawled out. "I thought they would, from something Billy said."
"What does Billy know about it?"
"Oh yes, Billy knows. I expect they consulted him, in fact."
"I want to be able to tell them that you agree with me; that"s why I"ve spoken to you about it."
"By all means tell them I agree with you," yawned Gilly; he seemed more than ordinarily lazy that morning--the reaction from the triumph of the text-book still on him, no doubt. Yet there was a lurking gleam of amus.e.m.e.nt in his eye.
"Apart from the money--and I haven"t got it--it would take far too much time. I"m pretty hard worked as it is, with the business opening up in this way. I"m quite clear that it wouldn"t be fair to the business--and not fair to you either. I"ve slept on it, and I"m quite clear about it."
"Oh, are you? Then by no means tell them I agree with you."
Surprise the second! "You don"t?" Andy e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed; there was a note of pleasure in his voice.
"I"m a lazy hound, I know," Gilly pursued. "If there is another fellow to do the work, I let him do it. Perhaps some day, if we go on booming, we can take in another fellow. If so, I shall certainly incite him to do the work. Meanwhile I"m not such a lazy beast as to let you miss this chance on my account. My word, I should get it hot from Billy--and Doris!" He stretched himself luxuriously. "There"s a perfectly plain way out of this; I must work." He looked up at his partner humorously.
"Though you mayn"t believe it, I can work, when I want a thing very much."
"But what is there for you to want here?" asked Andy.
"Well, in the first place, we believe in you--perhaps we"re wrong, but we do. In the second--and there"s no mistake about this--we think you"re a good chap, and we want you to have your chance. I shouldn"t forgive myself if I stood in your way here, Andy--and the others wouldn"t forgive me either."
Andy was standing by him; he laid his hand on his shoulder. "You"re a good chap yourself, Gilly."
"So, as far as Gilbert Foot and Co. are concerned, you may consider the matter settled. It"s for you to tackle the other end of it--the Meriton end. And since you are here to-day, at all events, perhaps you won"t take it ill if I linger a little longer than usual over lunch--for which meal it seems to me to be nearly time? I feel to-day a barely perceptible stirring of the brain which, properly treated, encouraged by adequate nourishment, might produce an idea. You wouldn"t like to come too?"
"No, no. I"ve really got more than enough to do here."
Gilly strolled off, smiling serenely. He was ready to do himself violence in the way of work when the time came, but there was really no need to antic.i.p.ate matters.
Gilly"s knowledge and a.s.sent--it was more than a.s.sent; it was advocacy--made the project real and present. Only the question of ways and means and of his own inclination remained. As to the latter Andy was no longer able to doubt. His pleasure at Gilly"s att.i.tude was indeed due in part to the affection for himself which it displayed, but it had been too eager to be accounted for wholly by that. His heart rejoiced because Gilly set him free, so far as the business was concerned, to follow his desire. Only that little book from the bank still held up its finger in its wonted gesture of cautious admonition. When it reckoned the figures involved, the little white book might be imagined to turn paler still.
At Meriton--where Andy arranged to spend the Sat.u.r.day night with Jack Rock--the conspiracy ruled, even as in London. Lord Meriton, Belfield, and Wigram met him with the air of men who had already considered and overcome all difficulties.
"The fact is, Mr. Hayes," said his lordship, "we were fools over this business, till Foot put us right. We tried the three or four possible men in the Division, and for one reason or another none of them could accept. So, much against my will--indeed against my vote; I hate a carpet-bagger--it was decided to approach headquarters and ask for a man. Luckily Belfield wrote first to Foot--"
"And Billy Foot wrote back, asking what the d.i.c.kens we wanted a man from London for, when we had the very man for the job under our noses down here!" He smiled rather sadly. "Meriton has more than one string to its bow, Andy."
"I"ve taken every pains to sound opinion, Mr. Hayes," said Wigram. "It"s most favourable. Your speeches made an excellent impression. There will be no difficulty in obtaining adoption by the a.s.sociation, if you come forward under the proper auspices."
"Oh, we"ll look after the auspices," said Meriton. "That"ll be all right."
"But I"ve no influence, no connections, no standing--"
"We haven"t flattered you, Mr. Hayes," Meriton interrupted, smiling.
"We"ve told you that we made efforts in other quarters."