XXII
Nearly a month pa.s.sed after their return to Boston before Huntington and Cosden really saw anything of each other. They met casually, they telephoned, they lunched in company with other friends at down-town clubs, but neither one suggested an old-time getting together, and each felt relieved by the omission of the other. Yet the reason each man held for this feeling, had he openly acknowledged it, was as opposed to the other"s as were the characteristics of the men themselves. Huntington craved nothing so much as an opportunity to be alone, that he might review the extraordinary happenings of the past few weeks and thus fortify himself sufficiently to prevent any lapse from what he knew to be his duty; Cosden required a return to his usual feverish business activity in order to digest his new ideas. Huntington remembered the wonderful sunshine and the fragrant flowers, in the midst of which he always saw a sweetly serious face peering out at him in spite of his efforts at banishment; Cosden forgot everything except that he had been shown up to himself in a light which demanded immediate and drastic consideration. To both men the weeks just ended, including those which had elapsed since their return had been epoch-making. But self-confidence revives with time, however great a shock it may receive and when Huntington finally invited his friend to dine with him Cosden found himself quite ready to accept.
This first meeting was more formal than any which had taken place during the many years of their acquaintance. Cosden often spoke of the relief it was to him to be permitted to drop in at his friend"s house in such an intimate way,--without "fussing up," as he expressed it; now he appeared in his dinner-coat, dressed as immaculately as Huntington himself always was. His manner was more contained, and even though it was evident that his restraint was studied Huntington was interested and pleased to observe that as yet, at all events, the influence of the Bermuda experiences made itself felt.
"Well, Monty," Cosden said as he lifted his c.o.c.ktail-gla.s.s, "I"m glad to be aboard again. I"ve been a.s.sociating a good deal lately with a fellow named Conover Cosden, and I must admit he bores me. Let"s have this and then a little dividend just for good luck.--By the way, I saw you at the Symphony last night."
"At the Symphony?" Huntington echoed surprised. "You don"t mean to say--"
"Oh, yes, I do!" he laughed rather consciously. "Not that it means much to me yet, but I"ve reached a point where I can call it an orchestra instead of a band, anyway. Mighty fine concert, wasn"t it? I know I"m right, for I read the criticism in the paper this morning."
"How long are you going to keep this up?"
"To the bitter end!" Cosden declared dramatically. "If music has charms to calm the savage beast now is its chance to demonstrate! That isn"t all, but you wouldn"t believe any more. As a matter of fact I"m taking in everything which begins with H for fear I may miss some one of those "humanities"!"
Huntington gazed at him in sheer amazement.
"That"s right," Cosden emphasized, only slightly embarra.s.sed by the expression of incredulity on his friend"s face. "Instead of being merely a "sow"s ear" I"m going the whole hog, and so far I"ve managed to pull through without casualties. Now what do you and Edith Stevens think of your handiwork!"
"By Jove, Connie!" Huntington exclaimed feelingly, "it"s wonderful, and I congratulate you. I had no idea--"
"Other than that I would remain without those "finer instincts" all my life," he finished for him. "Well, maybe I will, even at that; but at all events I"m giving the whole thing the once over. If my health and strength hold out perhaps when you and I make another vacation trip together you won"t be mortified by your friend as you were last time."
"Nonsense, Connie!" Huntington protested. "We both got out a little beyond our depth down there, and things didn"t look quite normal to us."
"Both?" Cosden demanded. "Where do you come in? That was my party, if I remember correctly, and I got all the presents."
Huntington for the moment had been forgetful that he alone knew how much the Bermuda days had disturbed his own equilibrium, and he recognized that he had been almost guilty of betraying himself.
"Well," he said lightly, "I interjected myself into your affairs in a shameless fashion, so whatever blame there is I insist on taking my full share.--What you tell me is simply incredible!"
"Don"t give me too much credit for it yet. Like everything else in my life there"s a selfish motive back of it. Edith Stevens never said a truer thing than that it is a different matter making light of something which you have and something which you lack. Measuring things up on this basis shows me that nearly every time I"ve opened my mouth I"ve put my foot in it. Now I"m going to play safe and make myself very, very wise on some subjects regarding which I"ve been a bit of a scoffer. Then, if I don"t want to, I won"t do them, but never again because I can"t do them!"
"You needn"t be ashamed of your motive; many a man has had one less worthy. But what is your business doing all this time?"
"Well, well, well!" Cosden laughed. "Good old Monty! We"ve been together nearly an hour, and you are the first to mention business! You wouldn"t have believed I could go as long as that without speaking of it, would you? But let me tell you I have them all guessing down at the office. I can see it every day. Of course, I"m keeping my eye on things as much as ever, but I"m not making so much noise about it. You see this is something I have, so I can afford to treat it lightly. Now I have something to measure myself by, and it helps a lot.--But don"t let us spend all the time talking about me; what have you been doing with yourself?"
"Drifting, as usual," Huntington replied, regretting that the conversation turned on him; "wishing I might take twenty years off my life and begin over again."
"Why, Monty! You say that so seriously I really believe you mean it!
What"s happened? It isn"t like you."
"Nothing, dear boy, nothing at all," Huntington disclaimed quickly, trying to throw off the mood which had so promptly attracted his friend"s attention. "I"ve seen quite a bit of Billy and his friend Phil Thatcher since I came home, and--I envy them their youth."
Cosden looked at him long and searchingly before he spoke. "You"re in a curious mood to-night," he said at length. "During the years I"ve known you I"ve never before seen you other than a philosopher, taking life day by day as you found it, and getting all there was out of it."
"What is philosophy unless one can find the stone?" Huntington exclaimed with feeling. "It is the philosopher"s stone I want to-night, and I can"t get it. I"m feeling my age, Connie, and the sensation isn"t agreeable."
"Your age!" Cosden determined to overpower the surprising obsession.
"The idea of talking age at forty-five! Out with it, man! Tell me what has taken hold of you. I"ve left you too much by yourself lately, and it hasn"t been a good thing for you."
"That"s it, Connie," Huntington smiled weakly. "You mustn"t do it again.
First you take the heart out of me by declaring that you are going to get married, then you cheer me up by becoming normal again, and lastly you neglect me just as if you had taken the fatal step after all."
"That"s better," Cosden said, rising from his dessert and putting his arm around his friend"s shoulders. "Come on up-stairs and we"ll gossip over our cigars like two old cats. It won"t be long before we can get out on the links again, and then you"ll forget that you have any age at all. Age! the idea! Why, Monty, you and I have only just begun to live!"
Arm in arm they walked slowly to the library in silence, but each one wondered at the new characteristic he had discovered in the other.
Huntington was touched by Cosden"s show of affection, the first time he had ever seen it manifested; Cosden marveled at the first break he had ever seen in his friend"s self-possession. However easy-going Huntington might be, he always held himself well in hand; and Cosden envied him this trait. Huntington knew Cosden to be kind-hearted, but believed him to consider any outward demonstration as an evidence of weakness. The mutual discovery, surprising as it was, drew them closer together, and each realized that whatever had been the means a change had come in their relations which placed their friendship on a higher plane.
"There"s something deeper in this than appears on the surface," Cosden declared insistently as he held the light for Huntington and then lit his own cigar. "You said down-stairs that we both got out beyond our depth at Bermuda, and perhaps you meant more than I realized. Then, when we met the Thatchers, it developed that you and Mrs. Thatcher had known each other years ago. Now, tell me, is there any a.s.sociation between these two ideas, and is this by chance the explanation of the changed Monty I find here to-night?"
Huntington did not reply at once. He was annoyed with himself that he had uncovered so much of his heart, and he had been pondering how to extricate himself from the delicate position. Under no circ.u.mstances must Cosden or any one else know how deep an impression Merry Thatcher had made upon him. The first duty he owed to her was to stand before the world simply as a devoted, older friend; his duty to himself was to prevent his a.s.sociates from discovering how many kinds of fool he was to permit any such ridiculous condition to arise as that which at present existed. Now Cosden had unconsciously shown him the way out.
"Yes, Connie," he replied calmly; "there is an a.s.sociation which may be made of those ideas, and since you have spoken of it I will ask you to stand by me at the finish. There is something I have intended to do ever since I came home, but I lacked the courage; now you have given it to me."
Huntington rose abruptly, and crossing to the opposite side of the library he lifted the little mahogany table which stood there, placing it before the fire in front of the easy-chair from which he had just risen. Then he seated himself, and taking from his pocket the key to the small drawer he turned it in the lock. Cosden watched him with an interest far deeper than curiosity, for he felt from his friend"s manner that the turning of the key unlocked something within him which until that moment had been closely hidden.
"It will be better to get it out of my system," Huntington said finally, after bringing all the accessories together.--"You never knew of my romance, did you?"
"Never," Cosden acknowledged; "I supposed you were the one man who had pa.s.sed through life unscathed."
"I couldn"t have told you of it before because you wouldn"t have understood, but now you will appreciate matters better if you know the facts.--Do you remember my surprise when you first mentioned the name of Marian Thatcher?"
"Why, yes; you asked if she was a widow."
"Exactly. Mrs. Thatcher was Marian Seymour when I first met her, my senior year at college. There is no need to go into particulars; the fact remains that I was hard hit.--Look at these!"
He pulled out the drawer and laid the various exhibits on the top of the table. Cosden leaned forward and gingerly lifted the long white glove, looking into Huntington"s face with a curious expression as he did so.
Huntington met his gaze squarely, nodding his head in affirmation of the unasked question.
"What"s this?" Cosden demanded, laying down the glove and picking up the slipper.
"You see," was the unabashed reply; "it went as deep as that. Laugh if you like; I sha"n"t mind. We"ll clean up this whole business to-night, and the more ridiculous you make it the shorter work it will be."
"I would have laughed a month ago," Cosden admitted; "but, as you say, I understand some things now that I didn"t before. Every man has a right to a romance, and he"s ent.i.tled to have it respected."
"Thanks, dear boy; but romances don"t belong to five-and-forty, and this farce has gone far enough. Now we"ll watch it go up in smoke, as most romances do. But first let us pay it befitting honor."
Dixon appeared in response to the bell.
"A bottle of Moet & Chandon, "98," Huntington ordered.
During the time required by Dixon the two men puffed silently at their cigars. Huntington feared lest some inopportune word might disturb the success of his stratagem; Cosden, believing that he was witnessing the final act in the tragedy of his friend"s life, respected the solemnity of the occasion.