It had been "ladies" who had fluttered and been anxious about a man in this quite pretty way.
He could scarcely remove his eyes from her as he sipped his wine. She felt his escape "providential," and murmured such devout little phrases concerning it that he was almost consoled for the grotesque inward vision of himself as an aged peer of the realm tumbling out of a baby-carriage and rolled over on the gra.s.s at the feet of a man on whom later he had meant to make, in proper state, a formal call. She put her hand to her side, smiling half apologetically.
"My heart beats quite fast yet," she said. Whereupon a quaintly novel thing took place, at the sight of which the duke barely escaped opening his eyes very wide indeed. The American Temple Barholm put his arm about her in the most casual and informally accustomed way, and led her to a chair, and put her in it, so to speak.
"Say," he announced with affectionate authority, "you sit down right away. It"s you that needs a gla.s.s of wine, and I"m going to give it to you."
The relations between the two were evidently on a basis not common in England even among people who were attached to one another. There was a spontaneous, every-day air of natural, protective petting about it, as though the fellow was fond of her in his crude fashion, and meant to take care of her. He was fond of her, and the duke perceived it with elation, and also understood. He might be the ordinary bestower of boons, but the protective curve of his arm included other things.
In the blank dullness of his unaccustomed splendors he had somehow encountered this fine, delicately preserved little relic of other days, and had seized on her and made her his own.
"I have not seen anything as delightful as Miss Temple Barholm for many a year," the duke said when Miss Alicia was called from the room and left them together.
"Ain"t she great?" was Tembarom"s reply. "She"s just great."
"It"s an exquisite survival of type," said the duke. "She belongs to my time, not yours," he added, realizing that "survival of type" might not clearly convey itself.
"Well, she belongs to mine now," answered Tembarom. "I wouldn"t lose her for a farm."
"The voice, the phrases, the carriage might survive,- they do in remote neighborhoods, I suppose--but the dress is quite delightfully incredible. It is a work of art," the duke went on. She had seemed too good to be true. Her clothes, however, had certainly not been dug out of a wardrobe of forty years ago.
"When I went to talk to the head woman in the shop in Bond Street I fixed it with "em hard and fast that she was not to spoil her. They were to keep her like she was. She"s like her little cap, you know, and her little mantles and tippets. She"s like them," exclaimed Tembarom.
Did he see that? What an odd feature in a man of his sort! And how thoroughly New Yorkish it was that he should march into a fashionable shop and see that he got what he wanted and the worth of his money!
There had been no rashness in the hope that the unexplored treasure might be a rich one. The man"s simplicity was an actual complexity. He had a boyish eye and a grin, but there was a business-like line about his mouth which was strong enough to have been hard if it had not been good-natured.
"That was confoundedly clever of you," his grace commented heartily-- "confoundedly. I should never have had the wit to think of it myself, or the courage to do it if I had. Shop-women make me shy."
"Oh, well, I just put it up to them," Tembarom answered easily.
"I believe," cautiously translated the duke, "that you mean that you made them feel that they alone were responsible."
"Yes, I do," a.s.sented Tembarom, the grin slightly in evidence. "Put it up to them"s the short way of saying it."
"Would you mind my writing that down?" said the duke. "I have a fad for dialects and new phrases." He hastily scribbled the words in a tablet that he took from his pocket. "Do you like living in England?"
he asked in course of time.
"I should like it if I"d been born here," was the answer.
"I see, I see."
"If it had not been for finding Miss Alicia, and that I made a promise I"d stay for a year, anyhow, I"d have broken loose at the end of the first week and worked my pa.s.sage back if I hadn"t had enough in my clothes to pay for it." He laughed, but it was not real laughter.
There was a thing behind it. The situation was more edifying than one could have hoped. "I made a promise, and I"m going to stick it out,"
he said.
He was going to stick it out because he had promised to endure for a year Temple Barholm and an income of seventy thousand pounds! The duke gazed at him as at a fond dream realized.
"I"ve nothing to do," Tembarom added.
"Neither have I," replied the Duke of Stone.
"But you"re used to it, and I"m not. I"m used to working "steen hours a day, and dropping into bed as tired as a dog, but ready to sleep like one and get up rested."
"I used to play twenty hours a day once," answered the duke, "but I didn"t get up rested. That"s probably why I have gout and rheumatism combined. Tell me how you worked, and I will tell you how I played."
It was worth while taking this tone with him. It had been worth while taking it with the chestnut-gathering peasants in the Apennines, sometimes even with a stone-breaker by an English roadside. And this one was of a type more unique and distinctive than any other--a fellow who, with the blood of Saxon kings and Norman n.o.bles in his veins, had known nothing but the street life of the crudest city in the world, who spoke a sort of argot, who knew no parallels of the things which surrounded him in the ancient home he had inherited and in which he stood apart, a sort of semi-sophisticated savage. The duke applied himself with grace and finished ability to drawing him out. The questions he asked were all seemingly those of a man of the world charmingly interested in the superior knowledge of a foreigner of varied experience. His method was one which engaged the interest of Tembarom himself. He did not know that he was not only questioned, but, so to speak, delicately cross-examined and that before the end of the interview the Duke of Stone knew more of him, his past existence and present sentiments, than even Miss Alicia knew after their long and intimate evening talks. The duke, however, had the advantage of being a man and of cherishing vivid recollections of the days of his youth, which, unlike as it had been to that of Tembarom, furnished a degree of solid foundation upon which go to build conjecture.
"A young man of his age," his grace reflected astutely, "has always just fallen out of love, is falling into it, or desires vaguely to do so. Ten years later there would perhaps be blank s.p.a.ces, lean years during which he was not in love at all; but at his particular period there must be a young woman somewhere. I wonder if she is employed in one of the department stores he spoke of, and how soon he hopes to present her to us. His conversation has revealed so far, to use his own rich simile, "neither hide nor hair" of her."
On his own part, he was as ready to answer questions as to ask them.
In fact, he led Tembarom on to asking.
"I will tell you how I played" had been meant. He made a human doc.u.ment of the history he enlarged, he brilliantly diverged, he included, he made pictures, and found Tembarom"s point of view or lack of it gave spice and humor to relations he had thought himself tired of. To tell familiar anecdotes of courts and kings to a man who had never quite believed that such things were realities, who almost found them humorous when they were casually spoken of, was edification indeed. The novel charm lay in the fact that his cla.s.s in his country did not include them as possibilities. Peasants in other countries, plowmen, shopkeepers, laborers in England--all these at least they knew of, and counted them in as factors in the lives of the rich and great; but this dear young man--!
"What"s a crown like? I"d like to see one. How much do you guess such a thing would cost--in dollars?"
"Did not Miss Temple Barholm take you to see the regalia in the Tower of London? I am quite shocked," said the duke. He was, in fact, a trifle disappointed. With the puce dress and undersleeves and little fringes she ought certainly to have rushed with her pupil to that seat of historical instruction on their first morning in London, immediately after breakfasting on toast and bacon and marmalade and eggs.
"She meant me to go, but somehow it was put off. She almost cried on our journey home when she suddenly remembered that we"d forgotten it, after all."
"I am sure she said it was a wasted opportunity," suggested his grace.
"Yes, that was what hit her so hard. She"d never been to London before, and you couldn"t make her believe she could ever get there again, and she said it was ungrateful to Providence to waste an opportunity. She"s always mighty anxious to be grateful to Providence, bless her!"
"She regards you as Providence," remarked the duke, enraptured. With a touch here and there, the touch of a master, he had gathered the whole little story of Miss Alicia, and had found it of a whimsical exquisiteness and humor.
"She"s a lot too good to me," answered Tembarom. "I guess women as nice as her are always a lot too good to men. She"s a kind of little old angel. What makes me mad is to think of the fellows that didn"t get busy and marry her thirty-five years ago."
"Were there--er--many of "em?" the duke inquired.
"Thousands of "em, though most of "em never saw her. I suppose you never saw her then. If you had, you might have done it."
The duke, sitting with an elbow on each arm of his chair, put the tips of his fine, gouty fingers together and smiled with a far-reaching inclusion of possibilities.
"So I might," he said; "so I might. My loss entirely-- my abominable loss."
They had reached this point of the argument when the carriage from Stone Hover arrived. It was a stately barouche the coachman and footman of which equally with its big horses seemed to have hastened to an extent which suggested almost panting breathlessness. It contained Lady Edith and Lady Celia, both pale, and greatly agitated by the news which had brought them horrified from Stone Hover without a moment"s delay.
They both ascended in haste and swept in such alarmed anxiety up the terrace steps and through the hall to their father"s side that they had barely a polite gasp for Miss Alicia and scarcely saw Tembarom at all.
"Dear Papa!" they cried when he revealed himself in his chair in the library intact and smiling. "How wicked of you, dear! How you have frightened us!"
"I begged you to be good, dearest," said Lady Edith, almost in tears.
"Where was George? You must dismiss him at once. Really--really--"
"He was half a mile away, obeying my orders, "said the duke. "A groom cannot be dismissed for obeying orders. It is the pony who must be dismissed, to my great regret; or else we must overfeed him until he is even fatter than he is and cannot run away."
Were his arms and legs and his ribs and collar-bones and head quite right? Was he sure that he had not received any internal injury when he fell out of the pony-carriage? They could scarcely be convinced, and as they hung over and stroked and patted him, Tembarom stood aside and watched them with interest. They were the girls he had to please Ann by "getting next to," giving himself a chance to fall in love with them, so that she"d know whether they were his kind or not. They were nice-looking, and had a way of speaking that sounded rather swell, but they weren"t ace high to a little slim, redheaded thing that looked at you like a baby and pulled your heart up into your throat.
"Don"t poke me any more, dear children. I am quite, quite sound," he heard the duke say. "In Mr. Temple Barholm you behold the preserver of your parent. Filial piety is making you behave with shocking ingrat.i.tude."