"I"m not going to argue about it," she answered. "Arguing"s silly."
His involuntary rising and standing before her was a sort of unconscious tribute of respect.
"I know that," he owned. "I know you. That"s why I take it like this.
But I want you to tell me one thing. If this hadn"t happened, if I"d only had twenty dollars a week, would you have taken me?"
"If you"d had fifteen, and Father could have spared me, I"d have taken you. Fifteen dollars a week is three pounds two and sixpence, and I"ve known curates" wives that had to bring up families on less. It wouldn"t go as far in New York as it would in the country in England, but we could have made it do--until you got more. I know you, too, Mr.
Temple Barholm."
He turned to her father, and saw in his florid countenance that which spurred him to bold disclosure.
"Say," he put it to him, as man to man, "she stands there and says a thing like that, and she expects a fellow not to jerk her into his arms and squeeze the life out of her! I daren"t do it, and I"m not going to try; but--well, you said her mother was like her, and I guess you know what I"m up against."
Hutchinson"s grunting chuckle contained implications of exultant tenderness and gratified paternal pride.
"She"s th" very spit and image of her mother," he said, "and she had th" sense of ten women rolled into one, and th" love of twenty. You let her be, and you"re as safe as th" Rock of Ages."
"Do you think I don"t know that?" answered Tembarom, his eyes shining almost to moisture. "But what hits me, by thunder! is that I"ve lost the chance of seeing her work out that fifteen-dollar-a-week proposition, and it drives me crazy."
"I should have downright liked to try it," said Little Ann, with speculative reflection, and while she knitted her brows in lovely consideration of the attractive problem, several previously unknown dimples declared themselves about her mouth.
"Ann," Tembarom ventured, "if I go to Temple Barholm and try it a year and learn all about it---"
"It would take more than a year," said Ann.
"Don"t make it two," Tembarom pleaded. "I"ll sit up at night with wet towels round my head to learn; I"ll spend fourteen hours a day with girls that look like the pictures in the `Ladies" Pictorial", or whatever it is in England; I"ll give them every chance in life, if you"ll let me off afterward. There must be another lost heir somewhere; let"s dig him up and then come back to little old New York and be happy. Gee! Ann,"--letting himself go and drawing nearer to her,-- "how happy we could be in one of those little flats in Harlem!"
She was a warm little human thing, and a tender one, and when he came close to her, glowing with tempestuous boyish eagerness, her eyes grew bluer because they were suddenly wet, and she was obliged to move softly back.
"Yes," she said; "I know those little flats. Any one could---" She stopped herself, because she had been going to reveal. what a home a woman could make in rooms like the compartments in a workbox. She knew and saw it all. She drew back a little again, but she put out a hand and laid it on his sleeve.
"When you"ve had quite time enough to find out, and know what the other thing means, I"ll do whatever you want me to do," she said. "It won"t matter what it is. I"ll do it."
"She means that," Hutchinson mumbled unsteadily, turning aside. "Same as her mother would have meant it. And she means it in more ways than one."
And so she did. The promise included quite firmly the possibility of not unnatural changes in himself such as young ardor could not foresee, even the possibility of his new life withdrawing him entirely from the plane on which rapture could materialize on twenty dollars a week in a flat in Harlem.
CHAPTER IX
Type as exotic as Tembarom"s was to his solicitor naturally suggested problems. Mr. Palford found his charge baffling because, according to ordinary rules, a young man so rudimentary should have presented no problems not perfectly easy to explain. It was herein that he was exotic. Mr. Palford, who was not given to subtle a.n.a.lysis of differences in character and temperament, argued privately that an English youth who had been brought up in the streets would have been one of two or three things. He would have been secretly terrified and resentful, roughly awkward and resentful, or boastfully delighted and given to a common youth"s excitedly common swagger at finding himself suddenly a "swell."
This special kind of youth would most a.s.suredly have constantly thought of himself as a "swell" and would have lost his head altogether, possibly with results in the matter of conduct in public which would have been either maddening or crushing to the spirit of a well-bred, mature-minded legal gentleman temporarily thrust into the position of bear-leader.
But Tembarom was none of these things. If he was terrified, he did not reveal his anguish. He was without doubt not resentful, but on the contrary interested and curious, though he could not be said to bear himself as one elated. He indulged in no frolics or extravagances. He saw the Hutchinsons off on their steamer, and supplied them with fruit and flowers and books with respectful moderation. He did not conduct himself as a benefactor bestowing unknown luxuries, but as a young man on whom unexpected luck had bestowed decent opportunities to express his friendship. In fact, Palford"s taste approved of his att.i.tude. He was evidently much under the spell of the slight girl with the Manchester accent and sober blue eyes, but she was neither flighty nor meretricious, and would have sense enough to give no trouble even when he naturally forgot her in the revelations of his new life. Her father also was plainly a respectable working-man, with a blunt Lancashire pride which would keep him from intruding.
"You can"t b.u.t.t in and get fresh with a man like that," Tembarom said.
"Money wouldn"t help you. He"s too independent."
After the steamer had sailed away it was observable to his solicitor that Mr. Temple Barholm was apparently occupied every hour. He did not explain why he seemed to rush from one part of New York to another and why he seemed to be seeking interviews with persons it was plainly difficult to get at. He was evidently working hard to accomplish something or other before he left the United States, perhaps. He asked some astutely practical business questions; his intention seeming to be to gain a definite knowledge of what his future resources would be and of his freedom to use them as he chose.
Once or twice Mr. Palford was rather alarmed by the tendency of his questions. Had he actually some prodigious American scheme in view? He seemed too young and inexperienced in the handling of large sums for such a possibility. But youth and inexperience and suddenly inherited wealth not infrequently led to rash adventures. Something which Palford called "very handsome" was done for Mrs. Bowse and the boarding-house. Mrs. Bowse was evidently not proud enough to resent being made secure for a few years" rent. The extraordinary page was provided for after a large amount of effort and expenditure of energy.
"I couldn"t leave Galton high and dry," Tembarom explained when he came in after rushing about. "I think I know a man he might try, but I"ve got to find him and put him on to things. Good Lord! n.o.body rushed about to find me and offer me the job. I hope this fellow wants it as bad as I did. He"ll be up in the air." He discovered the where- abouts of the young man in question, and finding him, as the youngster almost tearfully declared, "about down and out," his proposition was met with the grat.i.tude the relief from a prospect of something extremely like starvation would mentally produce. Tembarom took him to Galton after having talked him over in detail.
"He"s had an education, and you know how much I"d had when I b.u.t.ted into the page," he said. "No one but you would have let me try it. You did it only because you saw--you saw--"
"Yes, I saw," answered Galton, who knew exactly what he had seen and who found his up-town social representative and his new situation as interesting as amusing and just touched with the pathetic element.
Galton was a traveled man and knew England and several other countries well.
"You saw that a fellow wanted the job as much as I did would be likely to put up a good fight to hold it down. I was scared out of my life when I started out that morning of the blizzard, but I couldn"t afford to be scared. I guess soldiers who are scared fight like that when they see bayonets coming at them. You have to."
"I wonder how often a man finds out that he does pretty big things when bayonets are coming at him," answered Galton, who was actually neglecting his work for a few minutes so that he might look at and talk to him, this New York descendant of Norman lords and Saxon kings.
"Joe Bennett had been trying to live off free-lunch counters for a week when I found him," Tembarom explained. "You don"t know what that is. He"ll go at the page all right. I"m going to take him up-town and introduce him to my friends there and get them to boost him along."
"You made friends," said Galton. "I knew you would."
"Some of the best ever. Good-natured and open-handed. Well, you bet!
Only trouble was they wanted you to eat and drink everything in sight, and they didn"t quite like it when you couldn"t get outside all the champagne they"d offer you."
He broke into a big, pleased laugh.
"When I went in and told Munsberg he pretty near threw a fit. Of course he thought I was kidding. But when I made him believe it, he was as glad as if he"d had luck himself. It was just fine the way people took it. Tell you what, it takes good luck, or bad luck, to show you how good-natured a lot of folks are. They"ll treat Bennett and the page all right; you"ll see."
"They"ll miss you," said Galton.
"I shall miss them," Tembarom answered in a voice with a rather depressed drop in it.
"I shall miss you," said Galton.
Tembarom"s face reddened a little.
"I guess it"d seem rather fresh for me to tell you how I shall miss you," he said. "I said that first day that I didn"t know how to tell you how I--well, how I felt about you giving a mutt like me that big chance. You never thought I didn"t know how little I did know, did you?" he inquired almost anxiously.
"That was it--that you did know and that you had the backbone and the good spirits to go in and win," Galton replied. "I"m a tired man, and good spirits and good temper seem to me about the biggest a.s.sets a man can bring into a thing. I shouldn"t have dared do it when I was your age. You deserved the Victoria Cross," he added, chuckling.
"What"s the Victoria Cross?" asked Tembarom.
"You"ll find out when you go to England."
"Well, I"m not supposing that you don"t know about how many billion things I"ll have to find out when I go to England."
"There will be several thousand," replied Galton moderately; "but you"ll learn about them as you go on."
"Say," said Tembarom, reflectively, "doesn"t it seem queer to think of a fellow having to keep up his spirits because he"s fallen into three hundred and fifty thousand a year? You wouldn"t think he"d have to, would you?"