""Inconvenienced" is a good word," Ellen remarked. "I"ve managed to pay my way till now, thank you. What I came up to know about is this!" she went on, producing a copy of the Daily Press from her reticule and smoothing it out on her knee.
Burton groaned. He looked anxiously at Mr. Waddington.
"Have you read it, sir?" he asked.
Mr. Waddington shook his head.
"I make it a rule," he said, "to avoid the advertis.e.m.e.nt columns of all newspapers. These skilfully worded announcements only serve to remind us how a man may prost.i.tute an apt.i.tude, if not an art, for sheer purposes of gain. It is my theory, Mrs. Burton," he went on, addressing her, "that no one has a right to use his peculiar capacities for the production of any sort of work which is in the least unworthy; which does not aim--you follow me, I am sure?--at the ideal."
Ellen stared at him for a moment.
"I don"t follow you," she declared, brusquely, "and I don"t know as I want to. About that advertis.e.m.e.nt, is it you, Alfred, who"s to be one of the directors of this Menatogen or whatever they call it? Are they your experiences that are given here?"
"They are!" Burton groaned.
Mr. Waddington, with a heavy frown, took the paper.
"What is this, Burton?" he demanded.
"You had better read it," Burton replied, sinking into a chair. "I mentioned it to you a little time ago. You see, the scheme has finally come to fruition."
Mr. Waddington read the advertis.e.m.e.nt through, word by word. One gathered that the greatest discovery for many thousands of years would shortly be announced to the world. A certified and unfailing tonic for the moral system was shortly to be placed upon the market. A large factory had been engaged for the manufacture of the new commodity, and distributing warehouses in a central neighborhood. First come, first served. Ten and sixpence a jar. The paper fluttered out of Mr.
Waddington"s fingers. He looked across at Burton. Burton sank forward in his chair, his head fell into his hands.
"What I want to know," Ellen continued, in a tone of some excitement, "is--what is there coming to us for this? I never did give you credit, Alfred--not in these days, at any rate--for so much common sense. I see they have made you a director. If there"s anything in those rotten beans of yours, you"ve more in your head than I thought, to be trying to make a bit of use of them. What are you getting out of it?"
There was a dead silence. Mr. Waddington had the appearance of a man who has received a shock. Burton withdrew his hands from before his face. He was looking pale and miserable.
"I am getting money," he admitted slowly. "I am getting a great deal of money."
Ellen nodded. Her face betokened the liveliest interest. Mr.
Waddington sat like a musician listening to an ill-played rendering of his favorite melody. Burton thrust his hand into his pocket.
"I failed to send you your three pounds on Sat.u.r.day, Ellen," he said.
"Here are thirty--three hundred, if you will. Take them and leave me for a little time."
It is not too much to say that Ellen grabbed at the notes. She counted them carefully and thrust them into her reticule. Her manner was indicating a change. The hard contempt had gone from her face. She looked at her husband with something like awe. After all, this was the signal and final proof of greatness--he had made money!
"Aren"t you pleased about it?" she asked sharply. "Not that I ever thought you"d have the wits to turn anything like this into real, solid account!"
Burton set his teeth.
"I am afraid," he said, "that I cannot quite explain how I feel about it. There will be plenty of money for you--for some time, at any rate.
You can buy the house, if you like, or buy one somewhere else."
"What about you?" she demanded. "Ain"t you coming back?"
He did not move. She rose to her feet, raised her veil and came over to where he was sitting. He smelt the familiar odor of "Lily of the Valley" perfume, blended with the odor of cleaned gloves and benzine.
The air around him was full of little violet specks from her boa. She laid her hand upon his shoulder.
"Come and be a man again, Alfred," she begged, a little awkwardly.
"You"ve got good common sense at the bottom still, I am sure. Why don"t you give up this tomfoolery and come home to me and the boy? Or shall I stay up," she went on, "and have a little evening in town? You"ve got the money. Why not let"s go to a restaurant and a music-hall afterwards? We might ask the Johnsons. Little Alf would be all right, and I put on my best hat, in case."
Burton looked wearily up.
"Ellen," he said, "I am afraid I can"t make you understand. It is true that I shall probably be rich, but I hate the thought of it. I only want to be left alone. I have made a mistake, and yet, Heaven knows, it was hard for me to escape! Before very long," he added, his voice sinking a little lower, "it is quite likely that you will recognize me again completely. I dare say then I shall be very glad to go to the theatre with you and to meet the Johnsons. Just now I--I can"t."
Ellen began to tremble.
"Before long you"ll be very glad, eh?" she exclaimed. "Well, we"ll see about that! I"m sick of this begging and praying of you to behave like a reasonable person. If there"s another woman who"s come along, why, out with it and let me know?"
"You don"t understand," Mr. Waddington interrupted, gently. "Your husband and I have both come under the influence of these--these beans.
It is not possible for us to live as we have been accustomed to live."
"Well, I like that!" Ellen declared. "Do you mean to say this is going on?"
Burton looked up.
"On the contrary," he announced, "it is coming to an end--with me, at any rate. Until it does come to an end, it will be kinder of you, and better for both of us, for you to keep away."
She stood for a moment quite still. Her back was turned to them, her shoulders were moving. When she spoke, however, her tone was still hard and unsympathetic.
"Very well," she said, "I"ll get back to Garden Green. But mind you, my man," she went on, "none of your sneaking back home just when you"re ready for it! Next time it shall be as I choose. I"m no wishy-washy creature, to be your wife one moment and something you can"t bear even to look at, the next. No, I don"t want none of your monkey tricks, opening the door!" she went on angrily, as Burton rose to see her out.
"Stay where you are. I can find my way out of the place."
She departed, slamming the door after her. Mr. Waddington came and sat down by his former clerk"s side.
"Tell me, Burton," he asked kindly, "how did you come to do this thing?"
"It was the professor and the girl," he murmured. "They made it seem so reasonable."
"It is always the girl," Mr. Waddington reflected. "The girl with the blue eyes, I suppose, whom you told me about? The girl of the garden?"
Burton nodded.
"Her father is a scientific man," he explained. "He wants money badly to go on with some excavations in a.s.syria. Between them all, I consented. Waddington," he went on, looking up, "I was beginning to get terrified. I had only two beans left. I have parted with them. They could have lasted me only a few months. I thought if I had to go back, I would go back free from any anxieties of work in an office. Wealth must help one somehow. If I can travel, surround myself with books, live in the country, I can"t ever be so bad, I can"t fall back where I was before. What do you think, Mr. Waddington? You must have this on your mind sometimes. You yourself have only six or seven months left."
Mr. Waddington sighed.
"Do you think that it isn"t a nightmare for me, too?" he said gently.
"Only I am afraid that wealth will not help you. The most vulgar and ignorant people I know are among the wealthiest. There is a more genuine simplicity and naturalness among the contented and competent poor than any other cla.s.s. You were wrong, Burton. Riches breed idleness, riches tempt one to the purchase of false pleasure. You would have been better back upon your stool in my office."
"It is too late," Burton declared, a little doggedly. "I came to ask you if you wanted to join? For two more beans they would make you, too, a director, and give you five thousand shares."
Mr. Waddington shook his head.
"Thank you, Burton," he said, "I would sooner retain my beans. I have no interest in your enterprise. I think it hateful and abominable. I cannot conceive," he went on, "how you, Burton, in your sane mind, could have stooped so low as to a.s.sociate yourself in any way with the thing."
"You don"t know what my temptations were!" Burton groaned.