Christopher found them busied with the map, discussing the probable hour of Mafeking"s relief. Lord John looked at Christopher a little anxiously, perhaps _he_ was going to be down upon _him_! But Christopher was a very quiet and genial Christopher. He sank down into a chair with a sigh of comfort, waved his hand to them.
"Don"t you mind me. I"m tired to death. Was up all last night with a case----"
"You see," said Roddy, "there"s Ramathlabama. Well--Plumer lost a lot o"
men there and they say his crowd have had fever too and there ain"t much to hope for there--now Roberts----"
But Lord John"s attention was distracted. He wished to be quite sure that Christopher did not regard him with severity.
"You look f.a.gged out, Christopher."
"I am!" said Christopher, smiling.
"I"m feeling a bit done up, too. Think I"ll take Adela abroad somewhere for a little."
"I should," said Christopher. "Excellent thing for both of you."
"Now where do you suggest?"
"Oh, anywhere different from London. Go on a cruise----"
"Adela"s a bad sailor--wretched. I"m not very good myself."
They discussed places. Christopher was more than friendly. There had been occasions when he had been the stern family physician and had treated Lord John with some severity. Now there was implied a new comradeship as though they had pa.s.sed through perils together and would have always between them in the future a strong bond of friendship.
John felt that the atmosphere at this moment was so friendly and comforting that he would not risk the disturbance of it.
He got up.
"Think I"ll be going on, Roddy. Don"t like leaving Adela alone. Rachel will be on her way here now, so I"ll be getting back."
He was staying with Adela at a quiet little hotel in Dover Street.
"Well, good-bye for the moment, Christopher. Adela"d be very glad if you"d come in and see her. Come and have lunch with us to-morrow."
"Thanks, I will."
He stood, for a moment, looking out upon the park, warm and comfortable under the sun. He thought of Rachel. He had regained the old Rachel the other night at Beaminster--dear Rachel!
Rachel, Roddy, Christopher--how nice they all were! There was, he felt, a new feeling of security amongst them all. Yes, he really _did_ believe that life, now, was going to be very comfortable and safe and easy....
"So long, Roddy."
He beamed happily upon them and went.
Jacob, the dog, came in from his afternoon walk, very grave, paying no attention to Christopher, but going at once and lying, full length, near Roddy"s sofa, his head between his paws, his eyes fixed upon his master.
"What"s happened to all your other dogs?" asked Christopher. "They must be missing you very badly."
"Oh, they"re down at Seddon, got a jolly good man there whom I can trust--don"t think they miss me. _This_ beggar would though. Funny thing, Christopher--when I was goin" about and all the rest of it I thought nothin" of this dog, couldn"t see why Rachel made such a fuss of it--now--why I don"t know how I"d ever get on without it, so understandin" and quiet with it all too. Nothin" like a trouble of some sort for showin" who"s worth what, whether they"re dogs or people...."
"I hope the funeral did Rachel no harm," Christopher said.
"Not a bit of it. She"d had a last interview with the old lady and knew, after that, she"d never see her again. In a way she hasn"t felt it, but in a way too I believe she"d like to have all the old time over again and see whether she couldn"t manage it better ... she said to me she"d never understood the old woman until that last talk with her, not that there was much love lost between "em even then. Was Breton there?"
"No--He scarcely could go, in the circ.u.mstances."
"Funny feller, Breton. What puzzles me is what did he go and give up Rachel so easily for? I couldn"t tell you why, but that day he came here I was as sure as I was lyin" here that whatever there was between them was finished. I wouldn"t have said what I did, seemed to take it so quietly, if I hadn"t seen in a minute it was all over."
"Ah, you don"t know Francis," said Christopher. "It"s all romantic impulses that set him going--Rachel romantic impulse on one side, getting back to the family romantic impulse on the other. He knew if he went off with her that getting back to the family would be over for ever as far as he was concerned. He knew that he"d never cease to regret it.... John Beaminster coming to him gave him what he"d been waiting for, longing for. He seized it----"
"Yes, but it was more than that," said Roddy slowly. "It all lies with Rachel. He never got close to her any more than I"ve done. I know now that she"s fond of me, but it"s by the child I"ll hold her and by my helplessness, nothin" else. And she"ll have her wild moments when myself and everythin" about me will seem simply impossible, just as if she"d gone off with Breton she"d have had her comfortable domestic sort of longin"s and hated _him_ and everythin" about _him_. I believe Breton knew--just as I knew--that never tryin" to hold her was the way to keep her, and he"d have _had_ to have her if he"d gone off with her....
"Anyway, Rachel wouldn"t be so adorable if there wasn"t a lot of her that no one man could master. But I"ve been given all the tricks in the game by bein" laid up like this--just when I thought I"d lost all worth havin" in life and never a chance of a kid again!... Funny thing, Life!
"But she"s mine! Christopher, and no one can take her. Breton"s got his idea of her; there _is_ a bit of her that he stirred that I never could touch, but it don"t matter--she"s the most wonderful creature on this earth and I"m the luckiest beggar."
"She"ll be quieter," said Christopher, "now that the d.u.c.h.ess is gone.
They were always conscious of one another...."
"And now there"ll be the kid instead. If he"s a boy I swear he shall be the best rider, the best sportsman in this bloomin" old world--not that I"d mind a girl, either. I"d like to have a girl--just the time for a woman nowadays. Whichever way it is I"ll be contented. Not, you know,"
he added hastily, "that I"m going to be a sort o" blessed angel with domestic bliss and never wantin" to get off this old sofa and the rest--not a _bit_ of it--it"s d.a.m.ned tryin" and I curse hours together often enough. Peters has the benefit of it. I wasn"t born an angel and I shan"t die one...."
"n.o.body wants you to," said Christopher.
"Well, you needn"t worry. But it"s funny how I get talkin"
nowadays--never used to say a word--now I gas away.... Well, cheers for the new generation, cheers for young Roddy Secundus.... Long life to him!"
"There"s one thing," said Christopher, looking at him. "Whatever inspired you, that day you had the scene here, to behave to Frank Breton as you did? To give them both carte blanche--it wouldn"t be the way of most husbands confronted with such a question--it was the _only_ way for Rachel ... but how did you know her well enough? You"ll forgive my saying so, your method as a rule is to drive straight in, let fly all round, and then count the bits."
"If you love anybody," said Roddy, with confusion and hesitation, "as much as I love Rachel you become wonderfully understandin".... Look here," he broke off, "don"t let"s talk any more rot. Just drop all jaw about feelin"s and such. There"s been an awful lot of it lately."
He would say no more; they got the war map and, very happily for the next quarter of an hour, moved flags up and down its surface.
Then came Rachel and, after her, tea. They were a quiet but very happy company during the next half-hour.
"How"s Aunt Adela?" asked Roddy.
"Very well, considering," said Rachel. "Of course she"s confused and lost her bearings rather. She misses the Portland Place house more than anything, I think--she was there so long. But Uncle Vincent was right; it would have been very bad for her if she"d stayed in it.... She"s quiet and depending a lot upon Lizzie----"
When tea was ended Rachel said, "Dr. Chris, I"ve got something to say to you. I"m going to tear you away from Roddy for five minutes if you"ll come upstairs."
"Well, that"s a nice sort of thing----" protested Roddy.
"I won"t keep him." She took him up to the little drawing-room and as they sat there by the window together he thought of that day when he had told her the d.u.c.h.ess was downstairs with Roddy. They had all travelled a long way since then.
"There"s a favour I want you to grant me."
"Anything in the world."