"Yes, that is exactly what I thought," said Palliser.
He had in fact thought a good deal and followed the thing up in a quiet, amateur way, though with annoyingly little result. Occasionally he had felt rather a fool for his pains, because he had been led to so few facts of importance and had found himself so often confronted by T. Tembarom"s entirely frank grin. His own mental att.i.tude was not a complex one. Lady Mallowe"s summing up had been correct enough on the whole. Temple Barholm ought to be a substantial a.s.set, regarded in its connection with its present owner. Little dealings in stocks-- sometimes rather large ones when luck was with him-- had brought desirable returns to Captain Palliser throughout a number of years.
Just now he was taking an interest in a somewhat imposing scheme, or what might prove an imposing one if it were managed properly and presented to the right persons. If T. Tembarom had been sufficiently lured by the spirit of speculation to plunge into old Hutchinson"s affair, as he evidently had done, he was plainly of the temperament attracted by the game of chance. There had been no reason but that of temperament which could have led him to invest. He had found himself suddenly a moneyed man and had liked the game. Never having so much as heard of Little Ann Hutchinson, Captain Palliser not unnaturally argued after this wise. There seemed no valid reason why, if a vague invention had allured, a less vague scheme, managed in a more businesslike manner, should not. This Mexican silver and copper mine was a dazzling thing to talk about. He could go into details. He had, in fact, allowed a good deal of detail to trail through his conversation at times. It had not been difficult to accomplish this in his talks with Lady Mallowe in his host"s presence. Lady Mallowe was always ready to talk of mines, gold, silver, or copper. It happened at times that one could manage to secure a few shares without the actual payment of money. There were little hospitalities or social amiabilities now and then which might be regarded as value received.
So she had made it easy for Captain Palliser to talk, and T. Tembarom had heard much which would have been of interest to the kind of young man he appeared to be. Sometimes he had listened absorbedly, and on a few occasions he had asked a few questions which laid him curiously bare in his role of speculator. If he had no practical knowledge of the ways and means of great mining companies, he at least professed none. At all events, if there was any little matter he preferred to keep to himself, there was no harm in making oneself familiar with its aspect and significance. A man"s arguments, so far as he himself is concerned, a.s.sume the character with which his own choice of adjectives and adverbs labels them. That is, if he labels them. The most astute do not. Captain Palliser did not. He dealt merely with reasoning processes which were applicable to the subject in hand, whatsoever its nature. He was a practical man of the world--a gentleman, of course. It was necessary to adjust matters without romantic hair-splitting. It was all by the way.
T. Tembarom had at the outset seemed to present, so to speak, no surface. Palliser had soon ceased to be at all sure that his social ambitions were to be relied on as a lever. Besides which, when the old Duke of Stone took delighted possession of him, dined with him, drove with him, sat and gossiped with him by the hour, there was not much one could offer him. Strangeways had at first meant only eccentricity.
A little later he had occasionally faintly stirred curiosity, and perhaps the fact that Burrill enjoyed him as a grievance and a mystery had stimulated the stirring. The veriest chance had led him to find himself regarding the opening up of possible vistas.
From a certain window in a certain wing of the house a much-praised view was to be seen. Nothing was more natural than that on the occasion of a curious sunset Palliser should, in coming from his room, decide to take a look at it. As he pa.s.sed through a corridor Pearson came out of a room near him.
"How is Mr. Strangeways to-day?" Palliser asked.
"Not quite so well, I am afraid, sir," was the answer.
"Sorry to hear it," replied Palliser, and pa.s.sed on.
On his return he walked somewhat slowly down the corridor. As he turned into it he thought he heard the murmur of voices. One was that of T. Tembarom, and he was evidently using argument. It sounded as if he were persuading some one to agree with him, and the persuasion was earnest. He was not arguing with Pearson or a housemaid. Why was he arguing with his pensioner? His voice was as low as it was eager, and the other man"s replies were not to be heard. Only just after Palliser had pa.s.sed the door there broke out an appeal which was a sort of cry.
"No! My G.o.d, no! Don"t send me away? Don"t send me away!"
One could not, even if so inclined, stand and listen near a door while servants might chance to be wandering about. Palliser went on his way with a sense of having been slightly startled.
"He wants to get rid of him, and the fellow is giving him trouble," he said to himself. "That voice is not American. Not in the least." It set him thinking and observing. When Tembarom wore the look which was not a look of depression, but of something more puzzling, he thought that he could guess at its reason. By the time he talked with Lady Mallowe he had gone much further than he chose to let her know.
CHAPTER XXVIII
The popularity of Captain Palliser"s story of the "Ladies" had been great at the outset, but with the pa.s.sage of time it had oddly waned.
This had resulted from the story"s ceasing to develop itself, as the simplest intelligence might have antic.i.p.ated, by means of the only person capable of its proper development. The person in question was of course T. Tembarom. Expectations, amusing expectations, of him had been raised, and he had singularly failed in the fulfilling of them.
The neighborhood had, so to speak, stood upon tiptoe,--the feminine portion of it, at least,--looking over shoulders to get the first glimpses of what would inevitably take place.
As weeks flew by, the standing on tiptoe became a thing of the past.
The whole thing flattened out most disappointingly. No attack whatever was made upon the "Ladies." That the Duke of Stone had immensely taken up Mr. Temple Barholm had of course resulted in his being accepted in such a manner as gave him many opportunities to encounter one and all.
He appeared at dinners, teas, and garden parties. Miss Alicia, whom he had in some occult manner impressed upon people until they found themselves actually paying a sort of court to her, was always his companion.
"One realizes one cannot possibly leave her out of anything," had been said. "He has somehow established her as if she were his mother or his aunt--or his interpreter. And such clothes, my dear, one doesn"t behold. Worth and Paquin and Doucet must go sleepless for weeks to invent them. They are without a flaw in shade or line or texture."
Which was true, because Mrs. Mellish of the Bond Street shop had become quite obsessed by her idea and committed extravagances Miss Alicia offered up contrite prayer to atone for, while Tembarom, simply chortling in his glee, signed checks to pay for their exquisite embodiment. That he was not reluctant to avail himself of social opportunities was made manifest by the fact that he never refused an invitation. He appeared upon any spot to which hospitality bade him, and unashamedly placed himself on record as a neophyte upon almost all occasions. His well-cut clothes began in time to wear more the air of garments belonging to him, but his hat made itself remarked by its trick of getting pushed back on his head or tilted on side, and his New York voice and accent rang out sharp and finely nasal in the midst of low-pitched, throaty, or mellow English enunciations. He talked a good deal at times because he found himself talked to by people who either wanted to draw him out or genuinely wished to hear the things he would be likely to say.
That the hero of Palliser"s story should so comport himself as to provide either diversion or cause for haughty displeasure would have been only a natural outcome of his ambitions. In a brief period of time, however, every young woman who might have expected to find herself an object of such ambitions realized that his methods of approach and attack were not marked by the usual characteristics of aspirants of his cla.s.s. He evidently desired to see and be seen. He presented himself, as it were, for inspection and consideration, but while he was attentive, he did not press attentions upon any one. He did not make advances in the ordinary sense of the word. He never essayed flattering or even admiring remarks. He said queer things at which one often could not help but laugh, but he somehow wore no air of saying them with the intention of offering them as witticisms which might be regarded as allurements. He did not ogle, he did not simper or shuffle about nervously and turn red or pale, as eager and awkward youths have a habit of doing under the stress of unrequited admiration. In the presence of a certain slightingness of treatment, which he at the outset met with not infrequently, he conducted himself with a detached good nature which seemed to take but small account of att.i.tudes less unoffending than his own. When the slightingness disappeared from sheer lack of anything to slight, he did not change his manner in any degree.
"He is not in the least forward," Beatrice Talchester said, the time arriving when she and her sisters occasionally talked him over with their special friends, the Granthams, "and he is not forever under one"s feet, as the pushing sort usually is. Do you remember those rich people from the place they called Troy--the ones who took Burnaby for a year--and the awful eldest son who perpetually invented excuses for calling, bringing books and ridiculous things?"
"This one never makes an excuse," Amabel Grantham put in.
"But he never declines an invitation. There is no doubt that he wants to see people," said Lady Honora, with the pretty little nose and the dimples. She had ceased to turn up the pretty little nose, and she showed a dimple as she added: "Gwynedd is tremendously taken with him.
She is teaching him to play croquet. They spend hours together."
"He"s beginning to play a pretty good game," said Gwynedd. "He"s not stupid, at all events."
"I believe you are the first choice, if he is really choosing," Amabel Grantham decided. "I should like to ask you a question."
"Ask it, by all means," said Gwynedd.
"Does he ever ask you to show him how to hold his mallet, and then do idiotic things, such as managing to touch your hand?"
"Never," was Gwynedd"s answer. "The young man from Troy used to do it, and then beg pardon and turn red."
"I don"t understand him, or I don"t understand Captain Palliser"s story," Amabel Grantham argued. "Lucy and I are quite out of the running, but I honestly believe that he takes as much notice of us as he does of any of you. If he has intentions, he "doesn"t act the part," which is pure New York of the first water."
"He said, however, that the things that mattered were not only t.i.tles, but looks. He asked how many of us were "lookers." Don"t be modest, Amabel. Neither you nor Lucy are out of the running," Beatrice amiably suggested.
"Ladies first," commented Amabel, pertly. There was no objection to being supported in one"s suspicion that, after all, one was a "looker."
"There may be a sort of explanation," Honora put the idea forward somewhat thoughtfully. "Captain Palliser insists that he is much shrewder than he seems. Perhaps he is cautious, and is looking us all over before he commits himself."
"He is a Temple Barholm, after all," said Gwynedd, with boldness.
"He"s rather good looking. He has the nicest white teeth and the most cheering grin I ever saw, and he"s as "rich as grease is," as I heard a housemaid say one day. I"m getting quite resigned to his voice, or it is improving, I don"t know which. If he only knew the mere A B C of ordinary people like ourselves, and he committed himself to me, I wouldn"t lay my hand on my heart and say that one might not think him over."
"I told you she was tremendously taken with him," said her sister.
"It"s come to this."
"But," said Lady Gwynedd, "he is not going to commit himself to any of us, incredible as it may seem. The one person he stares at sometimes is Joan Fayre, and he only looks at her as if he were curious and wouldn"t object to finding out why she treats him so outrageously. He isn"t annoyed; he"s only curious."
"He"s been adored by salesladies in New York," said Honora, "and he can"t understand it."
"He"s been liked," Amabel Grantham summed him up. "He"s a likable thing. He"s even rather a dear. I"ve begun to like him myself."
"I hear you are learning to play croquet," the Duke of Stone remarked to him a day or so later. "How do you like it?"
"Lady Gwynedd Talchester is teaching me," Tembarom answered. "I"d learn to iron shirt-waists if she would give me lessons. She"s one of the two that have dimples," he added, reflection in his tone. "I guess that"ll count. Shouldn"t you think it would?"
"Miss Hutchinson?" queried the duke.
Tembarom nodded.
"Yes, it"s always her," he answered without a ray of humor. "I just want to stack "em up."
"You are doing it," the duke replied with a slightly twisted mouth.
There were, in fact, moments when he might have fallen into fits of laughter while Tembarom was seriousness itself. "I must, however, call your attention to the fact that there is sometimes in your manner a hint of a businesslike pursuit of a fixed object which you must beware of. The Lady Gwynedds might not enjoy the situation if they began to suspect. If they decided to flout you,--"to throw you down," I ought to say--where would little Miss Hutchinson be?"
Tembarom looked startled and disturbed.
"Say," he exclaimed, "do I ever look that way? I must do better than that. Anyhow, it ain"t all put on. I"m doing my stunt, of course, but I like them. They"re mighty nice to me when you consider what they"re up against. And those two with the dimples,--Lady Gwynned and Lady Honora, are just peaches. Any fellow might"--he stopped and looked serious again--"That"s why they"d count," he added.
They were having one of their odd long talks under a particularly splendid copper beech which provided the sheltered out-of-door corner his grace liked best. When they took their seats together in this retreat, it was mysteriously understood that they were settling themselves down to enjoyment of their own, and must not be disturbed.