"Certainly; I thought it only fair to her."
"And did you think it was fair to me?"
"Why not? If you"re not dealing with her what difference could it make?"
He said to himself, "I"ve got him there!"
Isaac was indeed staggered by the blow, and lost his admirable composure.
"Do you know wot you"ve done? You"ve compromised me. You"ve compromised the honour and the reputation of my "Ouse. And you"ve done it for a woman. You can"t "ide it; you"re a perfect fool where women are concerned."
"If anybody"s compromised, I think it"s me. I pledged my word."
"And wot business had you to pledge it?"
"Oh, I thought it safe. I didn"t think you"d dishonour my draft on your reputation."
"Draft indeed! That"s it. You might just as well "ave taken my cheque-book out of the drawer there and forged my signature at the bottom. Why, it"s moral forgery--that"s wot it is. I can see it all.
You thought you were acting very generous and grand with this young lady. I say you were mean. You did it on the cheap. You"d no expense, or risk, or responsibility at all. I know you can"t see it that way, but that"s "ow it is."
Keith did not defend himself against this view of his conduct, and Isaac preserved his att.i.tude of moral superiority.
"I"m not blaming you, my boy. It"s my own fault. I shouldn"t "ave sent you out like that, _with_ cart blansh, so to speak, and without it. I should "ave given you some responsibility."
"Oh, thanks, I couldn"t very well have done with more than I had."
"Ah--you don"t know the kind of responsibility I mean. You seem very ready to play fast and loose with my business. I daresay, now, you think since you "aven"t much to lose, you "aven"t much to gain?"
"Well, frankly, I can"t see that I have--much. But I"ve got to catch a train in twenty minutes, and I want to know what you"re going to do?
Am I worth three thousand, or am I not?"
"You"re worth a great deal more to me. You"ve got an education I "aven"t got; you"ve got brains; you"ve got tact, when you choose to use it. You"ve got expert knowledge, and I can"t carry on my business without that. I"m not unreasonable. I can see that you can"t act to advantage if you"re not made responsible, if you haven"t any direct interest in the business." He fixed his son with a glance that was nothing if not spiritually fine. Keith found himself struggling against an infamous, an intolerable suspicion.
"And that," said Isaac, "is wot I mean to give you. I"ve thought it well over, and I believe it"s worth my while." He went on, joining his finger-tips, like a man who fits careful thought to careful thought, suggesting the final adjustment of a plan long ago determined and approved, for something in Keith"s face made him anxious that this offer should not appear to be born of the subject under discussion.
"It was always my intention to take you into partnership. I didn"t mean to do it quite so soon, but rather than "ear this talk of flinging up the business, I"m prepared to do it now."
"On the same conditions?"
Now that Rickman"s should eventually become Rickman and Son was a very natural development, and in any ordinary circ.u.mstances Isaac could hardly have made a more innocent and suitable proposal. But it was no longer possible for Keith to ignore its significance. It meant that his father was ready to buy his services at any price; to bribe him into silence.
His worst misgivings had never included such a possibility. In fact, before going down to Devonshire he had never had any serious misgivings at all. His position in his father"s shop had hitherto presented no difficulties to a sensitive honour. He had not been sure that his honour was particularly sensitive, not more so, he supposed, than other people"s. Acting as part of the machinery of Rickman"s, he had sometimes made a clever bargain; he had never, so far as he knew, driven a hard one. He was expected to make clever bargains, to buy cheap and sell dear, to watch people"s faces, lowering the price by their anxiety to sell, raising it by their eagerness to buy. That was his stern duty in the second-hand department. But there had been so many occasions on which he had never done his duty; times when he was tempted to actual defiance of it, when a wistful calculating look in the eyes of some seedy scholar would knock all the moral fibre out of him, and a two and sixpenny book would go for ninepence or a shilling.
And such was his conception of loyalty to Rickman"s, that he generally paid for these excesses out of his own pocket, so that conscience was satisfied both ways. Therefore there had been no moral element in his dislike to Rickman"s; he had shrunk from it with the half-fantastic aversion of the mind, not with this sickening hatred of the soul.
After three weeks of Lucia Harden"s society, he had perceived how sordid were the beginnings from which his life had sprung. As his boyish dreams had been wrought like a broidery of stars on the floor of the back-shop, so honour, an unattainable ideal, had stood out in forlorn splendour against a darker and a dirtier background. He had felt himself obscurely tainted and involved. Now he realized, as he had never realized before, that the foundations of Rickman"s were laid in bottomless corruption. It was a House built, not only on every vile and vulgar art known to trade, but on many instances of such a day"s work as this. And it was into this pit of infamy that his father was blandly inviting him to descend. He had such an abominably clear vision of it that he writhed and shuddered with shame and disgust; he could hardly have suffered more if he had gone down into it bodily himself. He endured in imagination the emotions that his father should have felt and apparently did not feel.
He came out of his shudderings and writhings unspeakably consoled and clean; knowing that it is with such nausea and pangs that the soul of honour is born.
Their eyes met; and it was the elder Rickman"s turn for bitterness. It had come, the moment that he had dreaded. He was afraid to meet his son"s eyes, for he knew that they had judged him. He felt that he stood revealed in that sudden illumination of the boy"s radiant soul.
An instinct of self-preservation now prompted him to belittle Keith"s character. He had found amazing comfort in the reflection that Keith was not all that he ought to be. As far as Isaac could make out, he was always running after the women. He was a regular young profligate, an infidel he was. What right had he to sit in judgement?
Shrewd even in anger, he took refuge in an adroit misconstruction of Keith"s language. "I lay down _no_ conditions. I"m much too anxious about you. I want to see you in a house of your own, settled down and married to some good girl who"ll keep you steady and respectable. It"s a simple straightforward offer, and you take it or leave it."
"I"ll take it on two conditions. First, as I said before, that we either withdraw or pay over that three thousand. Second, that in the future no bargains are made without my knowledge--and consent. That means giving me the entire control of my own department."
"It means reducing me to a mere cypher."
"Such bargains are questions for experts, and should be left to experts."
"If I were to leave them to experts like you I should be bankrupt in a fortnight."
"I"m sorry, but you must choose between your methods and mine. There"s ten minutes to do it in."
"It won"t take ten minutes to see what will ruin me quickest. As I told you before, I"m not going back on my bargain."
"Nor I on mine."
Isaac spent three minutes in reflection. He reflected first, that Keith had been in the past "a young profligate"; secondly, that he was at the present moment in love; thirdly, that in the future he would infallibly be hungry. He would think very differently when he had forgotten the lady; or if he didn"t think differently he would behave differently when his belly pinched him. Isaac was a firm believer in the persuasive power of the primitive appet.i.tes.
"Only seven minutes," murmured Keith. "I"m sorry to hurry you, father, but I really must catch that train."
"Wait--steady. Do you know wot you"re about? You shan"t do anything rash for want of a clear understanding. Mind--as you stand there, you"re nothing but a paid shop-a.s.sistant; and if you leave the shop, you leave it without a penny to your name."
"Quite so. My name will hardly be any the worse for that. You"re sure you"ve decided? You--really--do not--want--to keep me?"
After all, did he want to keep him, to be unsettled in his conscience and ruined in his trade? What, after all, had Keith brought into the business but three alien and terrible spirits, the spirit of superiority, the spirit of criticism, the spirit of tempestuous youth?
He would be glad to be rid of him, to be rid of those clear young eyes, of the whole brilliant and insurgent presence. Not that he believed that it would really go. He had a genial vision of the hour of Keith"s humiliation and return, a vivid image of Keith crawling back on that empty belly.
At that moment Keith smiled, a smile that had in it all the sweetness of his youth. It softened his father"s mood, though it could not change it.
"I"m afraid I can"t afford to pay your price, my boy."
He was the first to turn away.
And Keith understood too thoroughly to condemn. That was it. His father couldn"t pay his price. The question was, could he afford to pay it himself?
As the great swinging doors closed behind him, he realized that whatever price he had paid for it, he had redeemed his soul. And he had bought his liberty.
CHAPTER x.x.xV
Really, as Miss Harden"s solicitor pointed out to her in the presence of Miss Palliser, things looked very black against the young man. It was clear, from the letter Mr. Schofield had received from Mr.
Jewdwine that morning, that the library was worth at least three times the amount these Rickmans had paid for it. Barring the fact that sale by private contract was irregular and unsatisfactory, he completely exonerated Mr. Pilkington from all blame in the matter. His valuation had evidently been made in all good faith, if in some ignorance. But the young man, who by Pilkington"s account had been acting all along as his father"s agent, must have been perfectly aware of the nature of the bargain he had made. There was every reason to suppose that he had known all about the bill of sale before he came down to Harmouth; and there could be no doubt he had made use of his very exceptional opportunities to inform himself precisely of the value of the books he was cataloguing. He must have known that they had been undervalued by Mr. Pilkington, and seen his chance of buying them for a mere song.
So what does he do? He carefully conceals his knowledge from the persons most concerned; obviously, that he and his father may keep the market to themselves. Then at the last moment he comes and pretends to give Miss Harden a chance of forestalling the purchase, knowing well that before she can take a single step the purchase will be concluded.
Then he hurries up to town; and the next thing you hear is that he"s very sorry, but arrangements have unfortunately already been made with Mr. Pilkington. No doubt, as agent of the sale, that young man would pocket a very substantial commission. Clearly in the face of the evidence, it was impossible to acquit him of dishonesty; but no action could be brought against him, because the matter lay entirely between him and Mr. Pilkington.