"It doesn"t look quite as easy as making catalogues."
"It isn"t."
Isaac had found the opening he desired. "I should think all this literary work was rather a "eavy strain."
"It does make you feel a bit muzzy sometimes, when you"re at it from morning to night."
"Is the game worth the candle? Is it worth it? Have you made your fortune at it?"
"Not yet."
"Well--I gave you three years."
Keith smiled. "What did you give me them for? To make my fortune in?"
"To learn common-sense in."
Keith laughed. "It wasn"t enough for that. You should have given me three hundred, at the very least!"
The laugh was discouraging, and Isaac felt that he was on the wrong tack.
"I"d give you as many as you like, if I could afford to wait. But I consider I"ve waited long enough already."
"What were you waiting for?"
"For you to come back--"
Keith"s face was radiant with innocent inquiry.
"--To come back into the business."
The light of innocence died out of the face as suddenly as it had kindled.
"My dear father, I shall never come back. I thought I"d made that very clear to you."
"You never made it clear--your behaviour to me. Not but what I "ad an idea, which perhaps I need not name. I"ve never asked what there was at the bottom of that foolish business, and I"ve never blamed you for it. If it made you act badly to me, I"ve reason to believe it kept you out of worse mischief."
Keith felt a queer tightening at the heart. He understood that his father was referring darkly to Lucia Harden. He was surprised to find that even this remote and shadowy allusion was more than he could bear. He must call him off that trail; and the best way of doing it was to announce his engagement.
"As you seem to be rather mixed, father, I ought to tell you that I"m engaged to be married. Have been for the last eighteen months."
"Married?" Isaac"s face was tense with anxiety; for he could not tell what this news meant for him; whether it would remove his son farther from him, or bring him, beyond all expectation, near.
"May I ask who the lady is? Any of your fine friends in Devonshire?"
Keith was silent, tongue-tied with presentiment of the coming blow. It came.
"I needn"t ask. It"s that--that Miss "Arden. _I_"ve heard of her."
"As it happens it"s somebody you haven"t heard of. You may have seen her, though--Miss Flossie Walker."
"No. I"ve never seen her, not to my knowledge. How long have you known her?"
"Ever since I came here. She"s one of the boarders."
"Ah-h. Has she any means?"
"None."
Isaac"s heart leapt high.
"Aren"t you going to congratulate me?"
"How can I, when I haven"t seen the lady?"
"You would, if you _had_ seen her."
"And when is it to be? Like most young people, you"re a bit impatient, I suppose?"
Keith betrayed the extremity of his impatience by a painful flush.
This subject of his marriage was not to be approached without a certain shame.
"I suppose so; and like most young people we shall have to wait."
Isaac"s eyes narrowed and blinked in the manner of a man uncertain of his focus; as it happened, he was just beginning to see.
"Ah--that"s what"s wearing you out, is it?"
"I"m beginning to get a bit sick of it, I own."
"What"s she like to look at it, this young lady? Is she pretty?"
"Very."
A queer hungry look came over the boy"s face. Isaac had seen that look there once or twice before. His lips widened in a rigid smile; he had to moisten them before they would stretch. He was profoundly moved by Keith"s disclosure, by the thought of that imperishable and untameable desire. It held for him the promise of his own continuance. It stirred in him the strange fury of his fatherhood, a fatherhood destructive and malign, that feeds on the life of children. As he looked at his son his sickly frame trembled before that embodiment of pa.s.sion and vigour and immortal youth. He longed to possess himself of these things, of the superb young intellect, of the abounding life, to possess himself and live.
And he would possess them. Providence was on his side. Providence had guided him. He could not have chosen his moment better; he had come at a crisis in Keith"s life. He knew the boy"s nature; after all, he would be brought back to him by hunger, the invincible, implacable hunger of the flesh.
"Your mother was pretty. But she lost her looks before I could marry her. I had to wait for her; so I know what you"re going through. But I fancy waiting comes harder on you than it did on me."
"It does," said Keith savagely. "Every day I think I"ll marry to-morrow and risk it. But," he added in a gentler tone, "that might come hard on her."
"You _could_ marry to-morrow, if you"d accept the proposal I came to make to you."
Keith gave a keen look at his father. He had been touched by the bent figure, the wasted face; the evident signs of sickness and suffering.
He had resolved to be very tender with him. But not even pity could blind him to the detestable cunning of that move. It revolted him. He had not yet realized that the old man was fighting for his life.
"I"m not open to any proposals," he said coldly. "I"ve chosen my profession, and I mean to stick to it."