There was an afternoon on which during a drive they took together the duke was enlightened as to several points which had given him cause for reflection, among others the story beloved of Captain Palliser and his audiences.
"I guess you"ve known a good many women," T. Tembarom remarked on this occasion after a few minutes of thought. "Living all over the world as you"ve done, you"d be likely to come across a whole raft of them one time and another."
"A whole raft of them, one time and another," agreed the duke. "Yes."
"You"ve liked them, haven"t you?"
"Immensely. Sometimes a trifle disastrously. Find me a more absolutely interesting object in the universe than a woman --any woman--and I will devote the remainder of my declining years to the study of it,"
answered his grace.
He said it with a decision which made T. Tembarom turn to look at him, and after his look decide to proceed.
"Have you ever known a bit of a slim thing"--he made an odd embracing gesture with his arm--"the size that you could pick up with one hand and set on your knee as if she was a child"--the duke remained still, knowing this was only the beginning and p.r.i.c.king up his ears as he took a rapid kaleidoscopic view of all the "Ladies" in the neighborhood, and as hastily waved them aside--"a bit of a thing that some way seems to mean it all to you--and moves the world?" The conclusion was one which brought the incongruous touch of maturity into his face.
"Not one of the `Ladies,"" the duke was mentally summing the matter up. "Certainly not Lady Joan, after all. Not, I think, even the young person in the department store."
He leaned back in his corner the better to inspect his companion directly.
"You have, I see," he replied quietly. "Once I myself did." (He had cried out, "Ah! Heloise!" though he had laughed at himself when he seemed facing his ridiculous tragedy.)
"Yes," confessed T. Tembarom. "I met her at the boarding-house where I lived. Her father was a Lancashire man and an inventor. I guess you"ve heard of him; his name is Joseph Hutchinson."
The whole country had heard of him; more countries, indeed, than one had heard. He was the man who was going to make his fortune in America because T. Tembarom had stood by him in his extremity. He would make a fortune in America and another in England and possibly several others on the Continent. He had learned to read in the village school, and the girl was his daughter.
"Yes," replied the duke.
"I don"t know whether the one you knew had that quiet little way of seeing right straight into a thing, and making you see it, too," said Tembarom.
"She had," answered the duke, and an odd expression wavered in his eyes because he was looking backward across forty years which seemed a hundred.
"That"s what I meant by moving the world," T. Tembarom went on. "You know she"s RIGHT, and you"ve got to do what she says, if you love her."
"And you always do," said the duke--"always and forever. There are very few. They are the elect."
T. Tembarom took it gravely.
"I said to her once that there wasn"t more than one of her in the world because there couldn"t be enough to make two of that kind. I wasn"t joshing either; I meant it. It"s her quiet little voice and her quiet, babyfied eyes that get you where you can"t move. And it"s something else you don"t know anything about. It"s her never doing anything for herself, but just doing it because it"s the right thing for you."
The duke"s chin had sunk a little on his breast, and looking back across the hundred years, he forgot for a moment where he was. The one he remembered had been another man"s wife, a little angel brought up in a convent by white-souled nuns, pa.s.sed over by her people to an elderly vaurien of great magnificence, and she had sent the strong, laughing, impa.s.sioned young English peer away before it was too late, and with the young, young eyes of her looking upward at him in that way which saw "straight into a thing" and with that quiet little voice. So long ago! So long ago!
"Ah! Heloise!" he sighed unconsciously.
"What did you say?" asked T. Tembarom. The duke came back.
"I was thinking of the time when I was nine and twenty," he answered.
"It was not yesterday nor even the day before. The one I knew died when she was twenty-four."
"Died!" said Tembarom. "Good Lord!" He dropped his head and even changed color. "A fellow can"t get on to a thing like that. It seems as if it couldn"t happen. Suppose--" he caught his breath hard and then pulled himself up-- "Nothing could happen to her before she knew that I"ve proved what I said--just proved it, and done every single thing she told me to do."
"I am sure you have," the duke said.
"It"s because of that I began to say this." Tembarom spoke hurriedly that he might thrust away the sudden dark thought. "You"re a man, and I"m a man; far away ahead of me as you are, you"re a man, too. I was crazy to get her to marry me and come here with me, and she wouldn"t."
The duke"s eyes lighted anew.
"She had her reasons," he said.
"She laid "em out as if she"d been my mother instead of a little red- headed angel that you wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h up and crush up to you so she couldn"t breathe. She didn"t waste a word. She just told me what I was up against. She"d lived in the village with her grandmother, and she knew. She said I"d got to come and find out for myself what no one else could teach me. She told me about the kind of girls I"d see-- beauties that were different from anything I"d ever seen before. And it was up to me to see all of them--the best of them."
"Ladies?" interjected the duke gently.
"Yes. With t.i.tles like those in novels, she said, and clothes like those in the Ladies" Pictorial. The kind of girls, she said, that would make her look like a housemaid. Housemaid be darned!" he exclaimed, suddenly growing hot. "I"ve seen the whole lot of them; I"ve done my darndest to get next, and there"s not one--" he stopped short. "Why should any of them look at me, anyhow?" he added suddenly.
"That was not her point," remarked the duke. "She wanted you to look at them, and you have looked." T. Tembarom"s eagerness was inspiring to behold.
"I have, haven"t I?" he cried. "That was what I wanted to ask you.
I"ve done as she said. I haven"t shirked a thing. I"ve followed them around when I knew they hadn"t any use on earth for me. Some of them have handed me the lemon pretty straight. Why shouldn"t they? But I don"t believe she knew how tough it might be for a fellow sometimes."
"No, she did not," the duke said. "Also she probably did not know that in ancient days of chivalry ladies sent forth their knights to bear buffeting for their sakes in proof of fealty. Rise up, Sir Knight!"
This last phrase of course T. Tembarom did not know the poetic significance of.
To his hearer Palliser"s story became an amusing thing, read in the light of this most delicious frankness. It was Palliser himself who played the fool, and not T. Tembarom, who had simply known what he wanted, and had, with businesslike directness, applied himself to finding a method of obtaining it. The young women he gave his time to must be "Ladies" because Miss Hutchinson had required it from him. The female flower of the n.o.ble houses had been pa.s.sed in review before him to practise upon, so to speak. The handsomer they were, the more dangerously charming, the better Miss Hutchinson would be pleased. And he had been regarded as a presumptuous aspirant. It was a situation for a comedy. But the "Ladies" would not enjoy it if they were told.
It was also not the Duke of Stone who would tell them. They could not in the least understand the subtlety of the comedy in which they had unconsciously taken part. Ann Hutchinson"s grandmother curtsied to them in her stiff old way when they pa.s.sed. Ann Hutchinson had gone to the village school and been presented with prizes for needlework and good behavior. But what a girl she must be, the slim bit of a thing with a red head! What a clear-headed and firm little person!
In courts he had learned to wear a composed countenance when he was prompted to smile, and he wore one now. He enjoyed the society of T.
Tembarom increasingly every hour. He provided him with every joy.
Their drive was a long one, and they talked a good deal. They talked of the Hutchinsons, of the invention, of the business "deals" Tembarom had entered into at the outset, and of their tremendously encouraging result. It was not mere rumor that Hutchinson would end by being a rich man. The girl would be an heiress. How complex her position would be! And being of the elect who unknowingly bear with them the power that "moves the world," how would she affect Temple Barholm and its surrounding neighborhood?
"I wish to G.o.d she was here now! " exclaimed Tembarom, suddenly.
It had been an interesting talk, but now and then the duke had wondered if, as it went on, his companion was as wholly at his ease as was usual with him. An occasional shade of absorption in his expression, as if he were thinking of two things at once despite himself, a hint of restlessness, revealed themselves occasionally. Was there something more he was speculating on the possibility of saying, something more to tell or explain? If there was, let him take his time. His audience, at all events, was possessed of perceptions. This somewhat abrupt exclamation might open the way.
"That is easily understood, my dear fellow," replied the duke.
"There"s times when you want a little thing like that just to talk things over with, just to ask, because you--you"re dead sure she"d never lose her head and give herself away without knowing she was doing it. She could just keep still and let the waves roll over her and be standing there ready and quiet when the tide had pa.s.sed. It"s the keeping your mouth shut that"s so hard for most people, the not saying a darned thing, whatever happens, till just the right time."
"Women cannot often do it," said the duke. "Very few men can."
"You"re right," Tembarom answered, and there was a trifle of anxiety in his tone.
"There"s women, just the best kind, that you daren"t tell a big thing to. Not that they"d mean to give it away--perhaps they wouldn"t know when they did it--but they"d feel so anxious they"d get--they"d get--"
"Rattled," put in the duke, and knew who he was thinking of. He saw Miss Alicia"s delicate, timid face as he spoke.
T. Tembarom laughed.
"That"s just it," he answered. "They wouldn"t go back on you for worlds, but--well, you have to be careful with them."