Palford stared at him.
"You want to go on the Transatlantic! Steerage!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, quite aghast. This was a novel order of madness to reveal itself in the recent inheritor of a great fortune.
Tembarom"s appeal grew franker; it took on the note of a too crude young fellow"s misplaced confidence.
"You do this for me," he said. "I"d give a farm to go on that boat.
The Hutchinsons are sailing on it - Mr. and Miss Hutchinson, the ones you saw at the house last night."
"I - it is really impossible." Mr. Palford hesitated. "As to steerage, my dear Mr. Temple Barholm, you - you can"t."
Tembarom got up and stood with his hands thrust deep in his pockets.
It seemed to be a sort of expression of his sudden hopeful excitement.
"Why not " he said. "If I own about half of England and have money to burn, I guess I can buy a steerage pa.s.sage on a nine-day steamer."
"You can buy anything you like," Palford answered stiffly. "It is not a matter of buying. But I should not be conducting myself properly toward you if I allowed it. It would not be - becoming."
"Becoming!" cried Tembarom, "Thunder! It"s not a spring bat. I tell you I want to go just that way."
Palford saw abnormal breakers ahead. He felt that he would be glad when be had landed his charge safely at Temple Barholm. Once there, his family solicitor was not called upon to live with him and hobn.o.b with his extraordinary intimates.
"As to buying," he said, still with marked lack of enthusiasm, "instead of taking a steerage pa.s.sage on the Transatlantic yourself, you might no doubt secure first-cla.s.s state-rooms for Mr. and Miss Hutchinson on the Adriana, though I seriously advise against it."
Tembarom shook his head.
"You don"t know them," he said. "They wouldn"t let me. Hutchinson"s a queer old fellow and he"s had the hardest kind of luck, but he"s as proud as they make "em. Me b.u.t.t in and offer to pay their pa.s.sage back, as if they were paupers, just because I"ve suddenly struck it rich! Hully gee! I guess not. A fellow that"s been boosted up in the air all in a minute, as I have, has got to lie pretty low to keep folks from wanting to kick him, anyhow. Hutchinson"s a darned sight smarter fellow than I am, and he knows it--and he"s Lancashire, you bet." He stopped a minute and flushed. "As to Little Ann," he said-- "me make that sort of a break with HER! Well, I should be a fool."
Palford was a cold-blooded and unimaginative person, but a long legal experience had built up within him a certain shrewdness of perception.
He had naturally glanced once or twice at the girl sitting still at her mending, and he had observed that she said very little and had a singularly quiet, firm little voice.
"I beg pardon. You are probably right. I had very little conversation with either of them. Miss Hutchinson struck me as having an intelligent face."
"She"s a wonder," said Tembarom, devoutly. "She"s just a wonder."
"Under the circ.u.mstances," suggested Mr. Palford, "it might not be a bad idea to explain to her your idea of the steerage pa.s.sage. An intelligent girl can often give excellent advice. You will probably have an opportunity of speaking to her tonight. Did you say they were sailing to-morrow?"
To-morrow! That brought it so near that it gave Tembarom a shock. He had known that they sailed on Sat.u.r.day, and now Sat.u.r.day had become to-morrow. Things began to surge through his mind--all sorts of things he had no time to think of clearly, though it was true they had darted vaguely about in the delirious excitement of the night, during which he had scarcely slept at all. His face changed again, and the appeal died out of it. He began to look anxious and restless.
"Yes, they"re going to-morrow," he answered.
"You see," argued Mr. Palford, with conviction, "how impossible it would be for us to make any arrangements in so few hours. You will excuse my saying," he added punctiliously, "that I could not make the voyage in the steerage."
Tembarom laughed. He thought he saw him doing it.
"That"s so," he said. Then, with renewed hope, he added, "Say, I "m going to try and get them to wait till Wednesday."
"I do not think--" Mr. Palford began, and then felt it wiser to leave things as they were. "But I"m not qualified to give an opinion. I do not know Miss Hutchinson at all."
But the statement was by no means frank. He had a private conviction that he did know her to a certain degree. And he did.
CHAPTER VIII
There was a slight awkwardness even to Tembarom in entering the dining-room that evening. He had not seen his fellow boarders, as his restless night had made him sleep later than usual. But Mrs. Bowse had told him of the excitement he had caused.
"They just couldn"t eat," she said. "They could do nothing but talk and talk and ask questions; and I had waffles, too, and they got stone-cold."
The babel of friendly outcry which broke out on his entry was made up of jokes, e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns, questions, and congratulatory outbursts from all sides.
"Good old T. T.!" "Give him a Harvard yell! Rah! Rah! Rah!" "Lend me fifty-five cents?" "Where"s your tiara?" "Darned glad of it!" "Make us a speech!"
"Say, people," said Tembarom, "don"t you get me rattled or I can"t tell you anything. I"m rattled enough already."
"Well, is it true?" called out Mr. Striper.
"No," Tembarom answered back, sitting down. "It couldn"t be; that"s what I told Palford. I shall wake up in a minute or two and find myself in a hospital with a peacherino of a trained nurse smoothing "me piller." You can"t fool ME with a pipe-dream like this. Palford"s easier; he"s not a New Yorker. He says it IS true, and I can"t get out of it."
"Whew! Great Jakes!" A long breath was exhaled all round the table.
"What are you, anyhow?" cried Jim Bowles across the dishes.
Tembarom rested his elbow on the edge of the table and began to check off his points on his fingers.
"I"m this, he said: "I"m Temple Temple Barholm, Esquire, of Temple Barholm, Lancashire, England. At the time of the flood my folks knocked up a house just about where the ark landed, and I guess they"ve held on to it ever since. I don"t know what business they went into, but they made money. Palford swears I"ve got three hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year. I wasn"t going to call the man a liar; but I just missed it, by jings!"
He was trying to "bluff it out." Somehow he felt he had to. He felt it more than ever when a momentary silence fell upon those who sat about the table. It fell when he said "three hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year." No one could find voice to make any remark for a few seconds after that.
"Are you a lord--or a duke?" some one asked after breath had recovered itself.
"No, I"m not," he replied with relief. "I just got out from under that; but the Lord knows how I did it."
"What are you going to do first? " said Jim Bowles.
"I"ve got to go and "take possession." That"s what Palford calls it.
I"ve been a lost heir for nearly two years, and I"ve got to show myself."
Hutchinson had not joined the clamor of greeting, but had grunted disapproval more than once. He felt that, as an Englishman, he had a certain dignity to maintain. He knew something about big estates and their owners. He was not like these common New York chaps, who regarded them as Arabian Nights tales to make jokes about. He had grown up as a village boy in proper awe of Temple Barholm. They were ignorant fools, this lot. He had no patience with them. He had left the village and gone to work in Manchester when he was a boy of twelve, but as long as he had remained in his mother"s cottage it had been only decent good manners for him to touch his forehead respectfully when a Temple Barholm, or a Temple Barholm guest or carriage or pony phaeton, pa.s.sed him by. And this chap was Mr. Temple Temple Barholm himself! Lord save us!
Little Ann said nothing at all; but, then, she seldom said anything during meal-times. When the rest of the boarders laughed, she ate her dinner and smiled. Several times, despite her caution, Tembarom caught her eye, and somehow held it a second with his. She smiled at him when this happened; but there was something restless and eager in his look which made her wish to evade it. She knew what he felt, and she knew why he kept up his jokes and never once spoke seriously. She knew he was not comfortable, and did not enjoy talking about hundreds of thousands a year to people who worked hard for ten or twenty "per."
To-morrow morning was very near, she kept thinking. To-morrow night she would be lying in her berth in the steerage, or more probably taking care of her father, who would be very uncomfortable.
"What will Galton do? " Mr. Striper asked.
"I don"t know," Tembarom answered, and he looked troubled. Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year might not be able to give aid to a wounded society page.