"I dare say. But what I"m trying to get at is--did you do anything to make it happen?"
"What on earth do you suppose I did?"
"There might be faults on both sides, though I don"t say as there were.
But did you do anything to prevent it? Tell me that."
"What could I do? I didn"t know it was going to happen."
"You should have known. You was warned fair enough."
"Was I? Who warned me, I should like to know?"
"Why, I did, and her mother did. Told you straight. Don"t you go for to say that I let you marry the girl under false pretenses, or her mother either. I told you what sort Virelet was, straight as I could, without vilifying my own flesh and blood. Did you want me to tell you straighter? Did you want me to put a name to it?"
His little eyes shot sidelong at Randall, out of his fallen, shrunken fatness, more than ever crafty and intent.
He was pitiful. Randall could have been sorry for him but that he showed himself so mean. His little eyes gave him so villainously away. They disclosed the fullness of his knowledge; they said he had known things about Violet; he had known them all the time, things that he, Randall, never knew. And he hadn"t let on, not he. Why should he? He had been too eager, poor man, to get Violet married. His eagerness, that had appeared as the hardy flower of his geniality, betrayed itself now as the sinister thing it was--when you thought of the name that he could have given her!
Randall did not blame him. He was past blaming anybody. He only said to himself that this explained what had seemed so inexplicable--the att.i.tude, the incredible att.i.tude of Mr. and Mrs. Usher; how they had leaped at him in all his glaring impossibility, an utter stranger, with no adequate income and no prospects; how they had hurried on the marriage past all prudence; how they had driven him on and fooled him and helped him to his folly.
But he was not going to let them fool him any more.
"Look here, Mr. Usher, I don"t know what your game is and I don"t care.
I dare say you _think_ you told me what you say you did. But you didn"t. You didn"t tell me anything--not one blessed thing. And if you had it wouldn"t have done any good. I wouldn"t have believed you. You needn"t reproach yourself. I was mad on Virelet. I meant to marry her and I did marry her. That"s all."
"Well," said Mr. Usher, partially abandoning his position, "so long as you don"t hold me responsible--"
"Of course, I don"t hold you responsible."
"I"m sure me and the Missis we"ve done what we could to make it easier for you."
He gazed before him, conjuring up between them a quiet vision of the long procession of hampers, a reminder to Randall of how deeply, as it was, he stood indebted.
"And we can"t do no more. That"s how it is. No more we can"t do."
"I"m not asking you to do anything. What do you _want_?"
"I want to know what you"re going to do, my boy."
"Do?"
"Yes, do."
"About what?"
"About Virelet. Talk of responsibility, you took it on yourself contrary to the warnings what you had, when you married her. And having taken it you ought to have looked after her. Knowing what she is you ought to have looked after her better than you"ve done."
"How _could_ I have looked after her?"
"How? Why, as any other man would. You should have made her work, work with her "ands, as I told you, "stead of giving her her head, like you did, and lettin" her sit bone-idle in that gimcrack doll-house of yours from morning till night. Why, you should have taken a stick to her.
There"s many a man as would, before he"d "a" let it come to that. d.a.m.n me if I know why you didn"t."
"Well, really, Mr. Usher, I suppose I couldn"t forget she was a woman."
"Woman? Woman? I"d "a" womaned "er! Look "ere, my boy, it"s a sad business, and there"s no one sorrier for you than I am, but there"s no good you and me broodin" mournful over what she"s done. Course she"d do it, "s long"s you let her. You hadn"t ought to "ave let "er. And seein"
as how you have, seems to me what you"ve got to do now is to take her back again."
"I can"t take her back again."
"And why not?"
"Because of the children--for one thing."
That argument had its crushing effect on Mr. Usher. It made him pause a perceptible moment before he answered.
"Well--you needn"t look to me and her mother to "ave her--"
Randall rose, as much as to say that this was enough; it was too much; it was the end.
"We"ve done with her. You took her out of our "ands what "ad a hold on her, and you owe it to her mother and me to take her back."
"If that"s all you"ve got to say, Mr. Usher--"
"It isn"t all I"ve got to say. What I got to say is this. Before you was married, Randall, I don"t mind telling you now, my girl was a bit too close about you for my fancy. I"ve never rightly understood how you two came together."
There, as they fixed him, his little eyes took on their craftiness again and his mouth a smile, a smile of sensual tolerance and understanding, as between one man of the world and another.
"I don"t know, and I don"t want to know. But however it was--I"m not askin", mind you--however it was"--He was all solemn now--"you made yourself responsible for that girl. And responsible you will be held."
It may have been that Mr. Usher drew a bow at a venture; it may have been that he really knew, that he had always known. Anyhow, that last stroke of his was, in its way, consummate. It made it impossible for Randall to hit back effectively; impossible for him to say now, if he had wished to say it, that he had not been warned (for it seemed to imply that if Mr. Usher"s suspicions were correct, Randall had had an all-sufficient warning); impossible for him to maintain, as against a father whom he, upon the supposition, had profoundly injured, an att.i.tude of superior injury. If Mr. Usher had deceived Randall, hadn"t Randall, in the first instance, deceived Mr. Usher? In short, it left them quits. It closed Randall"s mouth, and with it the discussion, and so that the balance as between them leaned if anything to Mr. Usher"s side.
"Well, I"m sorry for you, Randall."
As if he could afford it now, Mr. Usher permitted himself a return to geniality. He paused in the doorway.
"If at any time you should want a hamper, you"ve only got to say so."
And Randall did not blame him. He said to himself: "Poor old thing. It"s funk--pure funk. He"s afraid he may have to take her back himself. And who could blame him?"
Funny that his father-in-law should have taken the same line as his Uncle Randall. Only, whereas his Uncle Randall had reckoned with the alternative of divorce, his father-in-law had not so much as hinted at the possibility.
It was almost as if Mr. Usher had had a glimpse of what was to come when he had been in such haste, haste that had seemed in the circ.u.mstances hardly decent, to saddle Ransome with the responsibility.
For, if Ransome had really thought that Violet was going to let him off without his paying for it, the weeks that followed brought him proof more than sufficient of his error. He had sown to the winds in the recklessness of his marriage and of his housekeeping, and he reaped the whirlwind in Violet"s bills that autumn shot into the letter box at Granville.
He called there every other day for letters; for he was not yet prepared, definitely, to abandon Granville.