"It makes _all_ the difference," Dan rejoined. "She set me at liberty, and you are free too; so who have we to consider but ourselves? I admire a woman who has the pluck to be free!" he added enthusiastically.
"Then why don"t you encourage Beth more to go her own way?" Bertha reasonably demanded. "She"s always yearning for a career."
Dan hesitated. "Because I"ve been a fool, I think," he said at last.
"I"ll encourage her now, though. It would be a great blessing to us if she could get started as a writer. I see that now. She"d think of nothing else. And it would be a blessing to her too," he added feelingly.
"That"s what I like about you, Dan," Bertha observed. "You always make every allowance for her, and consider her interests, although she has treated you badly."
Dan pressed her hand to his lips. "I"ll do what I can for her, you may be sure," he said, quite melted by his own magnanimity. "I wish I could do more. But she"s been extravagant, and my means are dreadfully crippled."
"Then why do you buy me such handsome presents, you naughty man?"
Bertha playfully demanded, holding up her arm with the bracelet on it.
"I must have a holiday sometimes," he rejoined. "Besides, I happen to be expecting a handsome cheque, an unusual occurrence, by any post now."
Beth"s dividends were due that day.
Just as dinner was announced, Beth swept into the drawing-room in the best evening dress she had, a diaphonous black, set off by turquoise velvet, a combination which threw the beautiful milk-white of her skin into delicate relief. There was a faint flush on her face; on her forehead and neck the tendrils of her soft brown hair seemed to have taken on an extra crispness of curl, and her eyes were sparkling. She had never looked better. Bertha Petterick, in her common handsomeness, was as a barmaid accustomed to beer beside a gentlewoman of exceptional refinement. She wore the showy bracelet Dan had given her that afternoon, and it shone conspicuous in its tawdry newness on her arm; her dress was tasteless too, and badly put on, and altogether she contrasted unfavourably with Beth, and Dan observed it.
"Are you expecting any one in particular to-night?" he asked.
"No," Beth answered smiling. "I dressed for my own benefit. Nothing moves me to self-satisfaction like a nice dress. I have not enjoyed the pleasure much since I married. But I am going to begin now, and have a good time."
She turned as she spoke and led the way to the dining-room alone. Dr.
Maclure absently offered his arm to Miss Petterick. He was puzzled to know what this sudden fit of self-a.s.sertion, combined with an unaccountable burst of high spirits on Beth"s part, might portend. To conceal a certain uneasiness, he became extra facetious, not to say coa.r.s.e. There was a public ball coming off in a few days, and he persisted in speaking of it as "The Dairy Show."
"Don"t you begin to feel excited about it? I do!" Miss Petterick said to Beth. "I wish it were to-night."
"I am indifferent," Beth answered blandly, "because I am not going."
"Not going!" Dan exclaimed. "Then who"s to chaperon me?"
"I should scarcely suppose," Beth answered, looking at him meditatively, "that you are in the stage of innocence which makes a chaperon necessary. Bertha, how you are loving that new bracelet!
You"ve done nothing but fidget with it ever since we sat down."
"Ah!" Bertha answered archly, "you want to know where I got it, Madam Curious! Well, I"ll tell you. It was sent me only to-day--by my young man!"
Dan looked at his plate complacently, but presently Beth saw a glance of intelligence flash between them--a glance such as she had often seen them exchange before, but had not understood; and she was thankful that she had not!--thankful that she had been able to live so long with Dr. Maclure without entertaining a single suspicion, without thinking one low thought about him. It was a hopeful triumph of cultivated nice-mindedness over the most evil communications.
When they were at dessert, the postman"s knock resounded sharply. Dr.
Maclure, who had been anxiously listening for it, and was peeling a pear for Miss Petterick at the moment, waited with the pear and the knife upheld in his hands, watching the door till the servant entered.
She brought a letter on a salver, and was taking it to her master, when Beth said authoritatively, "That letter is for me, Minna; bring it here."
The girl obeyed.
Dan put down the knife and the pear. "What"s yours is mine, I thought," he observed, with a sorry affectation of cheeriness.
"Not on this occasion," Beth answered quietly, taking up the letter and opening it as she spoke. "This happens to be peculiarly my own."
"Why, it"s a cheque," he rejoined, with an affectation of surprise.
"What luck! I haven"t been able to sleep for nights thinking of the butcher"s bill."
"For shame!" Beth said, bantering--"talking about bills before your guest! But since you introduced the subject I may add that the butcher must wait. I want this myself. I am going to stay with Mrs. Kilroy at Ilverthorpe on Wednesday, and it will just cover my expenses."
"This is the first I have heard of the visit," Dan e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"I only decided to go this afternoon," Beth replied.
"You decided without consulting me? Well--I"m d.a.m.ned if you shall go; I shall not allow it."
"The word "allow" is obsolete in the matrimonial dictionary, friend Daniel," Beth rejoined good-humouredly.
"But you are bound to obey me."
"And I"m ready to obey you when you endow me with all your worldly goods," she said; then, suddenly dropping her bantering tone, she spoke decidedly: "I am going to stay with Mrs. Kilroy on Wednesday, understand that at once, and do not let us have any vulgar dispute about it."
"But you can"t leave Miss Petterick here alone with me!" he remonstrated.
"No, but she can go home," Beth answered coolly. "Her mother wants her, you know, and I have written to tell her to expect her to-morrow.
Now, if you please, we will end the discussion."
She put the letter in her pocket, and began to crack nuts and eat them. But Dan could not keep away from the subject. "Gad!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, "I thought they"d get hold of you, that lot, and flatter you, and make a convenience of you--that"s what they do! _I_ know them! They think you"re clever--how easy it is to be mistaken! But you"ll see for yourself in time, and then you"ll believe me--when it"s too late. For then you"ll have got your name mixed up with them, and you"ll not get over that, I can tell you--they are well known for a nice lot. Your Mrs. Kilroy was notorious before she married. She was Angelica Hamilton-Wells, and she and her brother were called the Heavenly Twins. They are grandchildren of that blackguard old Duke of Morningquest. n.o.body ever speaks of any of the family with the slightest respect. It"s well known that Miss Hamilton-Wells asked old Kilroy to marry her, and when a girl has to do that, you may guess what she is! But they are all besmirched, that lot," Dan concluded with his most high-minded manner on.
"I never believe anything I hear against anybody," said Beth, unconsciously quoting Ideala; "so please spare me the recital of all invidious stories."
"You"ll only believe what suits yourself, I know," he said. "And I"ve no doubt you"ll enjoy yourself. Galbraith will be there, and Mr.
Theodore Hamilton-Wells, the fair-haired "Diavolo," who will suit your book exactly, I should think."
"I beg your pardon?" said Beth politely.
Dan poured himself out another gla.s.s of wine, and said no more.
He and Bertha managed to have a moment"s conversation together before they retired that night.
"What does it mean?" Bertha anxiously demanded. "Does she suspect anything?"
"G.o.d knows!" Dan said piously, then added, after a moment"s consideration, "How the devil can she? We"ve played our cards too well for that! No, she"s just bent on making mischief; that"s the kind of pill she is. If she keeps that money it will be downright robbery. But now you see what I have to put up with, and you can judge for yourself if I deserve it."
When he went to Beth, however, he a.s.sumed a very different tone. He entered the room with an air of deep dejection, and found her sitting beside her dressing-table in a white wrapper, reading quietly. She smiled when she saw his pose. It was what she had expected.
"I can"t do without that money, Beth, on my word," he began plaintively. "I"ve been reckoning on it. I wouldn"t take it from you, G.o.d knows, if I could help it; but I"m sore pressed." He took out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes, imagining that he still had to deal with the gentle sensitive girl, upon whom he had imposed so long and so successfully.
Beth watched him a moment with contempt, and then she laughed.
"It is no use, friend Daniel," she said in her neat, incisive, straightforward way. "I am not going to take you seriously any more. I am neither to be melted by your convenient tears, nor dismayed by your bogey bills. I have never seen any of those bills, by the way; the next time you mention them, please produce them. Let us be business-like. And in the meantime, just understand, once for all, like a good man, that I am not going to be domineered over by you as if I were a common degraded wife with every spark of spirit and self-respect crushed out of me by one brutal exaction or another. I shall do my duty--do my best to meet your reasonable wishes; but I will submit to no ordering and no sort of exaction." She rose and faced him. "And as we are coming to an understanding," she pursued, "just explain. Why did you tell me that Miss Petterick was to be a paying patient?"
"I never told you anything of the kind," said Dan, losing his head, and lying stupidly in his astonishment.