Billy"s arms were crossed on his breast and his right hand caressed his chin meditatively. By and bye, "I wonder, now," he reflected, aloud, "if you can give any reason--any possible reason--why you shouldn"t be locked up in the nearest sanatorium?"
"You needn"t be rude, you know," a voice observed from the neighbourhood of the ruffles, "because there isn"t anything you can do about it."
Mr. Woods ventured a series of inarticulate observations. "But why?"
he concluded, desperately. "But why, Peggy?--in Heaven"s name, what"s the meaning of all this?"
She looked up. Billy was aware of two large blue stars; his heart leapt; and then he recalled a pair of gray-green eyes that had regarded him in much the same fashion not long ago, and he groaned.
"I was unfair to you last night," she said, and the ring of her odd, deep voice, and the richness and sweetness of it, moved him to faint longing, to a sick heart-hunger. It was tremulous, too, and very tender. "Yes, I was unutterably unfair, Billy. You asked me to marry you when you thought I was a beggar, and--and Uncle Fred _ought_ to have left you the money. It was on account of me that he didn"t, you know. I really owed it to you. And after the way I talked to you--so long as I had the money--I--and, anyhow, its very disagreeable and eccentric and _horrid_ of you to object to being rich!" Margaret concluded, somewhat incoherently.
She had not thought it would be like this. He seemed so stern.
But, "Isn"t that exactly like her?" Mr. Woods was demanding of his soul. "She thinks she has been unfair to me--to me, whom she doesn"t care a b.u.t.ton for, mind you. So she hands over a fortune to make up for it, simply because that"s the first means that comes to hand! Now, isn"t that perfectly unreasonable, and fantastic, and magnificent, and incredible?--in short, isn"t that Peggy all over? Why, G.o.d bless her, her heart"s bigger than a barn-door! Oh, it"s no wonder that fellow Kennaston was grinning just now when he sent me to her! He can afford to grin."
Aloud, he stated, "You"re an angel, Peggy that"s what you are. I"ve always suspected it, and I"m glad to know it now for a fact. But in this prosaic world not even angels are allowed to burn up wills for recreation. Why, bless my soul, child, you--why, there"s no telling what trouble you might have gotten into!"
Miss Hugonin pouted. "You needn"t be such a grandfather," she suggested, helpfully.
"But it"s a serious business," he insisted. At this point Billy began to object to her pouting as distracting one"s mind from the subject under discussion. "It--why, it"s----"
"It"s what?" she pouted, even more rebelliously.
"Crimson," said Mr. Woods, considering--"oh, the very deepest, duskiest crimson such as you can"t get in tubes. It"s a colour was never mixed on any palette. It"s--eh? Oh, I beg your pardon."
"I think you ought to," said Margaret, primly. Nevertheless, she had brightened considerably.
"Of course," Mr. Woods continued with a fine colour, "I can"t take the money. That"s absurd."
"Is it?" she queried, idly. "Now, I wonder how you"re going to help yourself?"
"Simplest thing in the world," he a.s.sured her. "You see this match, don"t you, Peggy? Well, now you"re going to give me that paper I see in that bag-thing at your waist, and I"m going to burn it till it"s all nice, soft, feathery ashes that can"t ever be probated. And then the first will, which is practically the same as the last, will be allowed to stand, and I"ll tell your father all about the affair, because he ought to know, and you"ll have to settle with those colleges. And in that way," Mr. Woods submitted, "Uncle Fred"s last wishes will be carried out just as he expressed them, and there needn"t be any trouble--none at all. So give me the will, Peggy?"
It is curious what a trivial matter love makes of felony.
Margaret"s heart sank.
However, "Yes?" said she, encouragingly; "and what do you intend doing afterward?--"
"I--I shall probably live abroad," said Billy. "Cheaper, you know."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Miss Hugonin pouted. "You needn"t be such a grandfather," she suggested, helpfully"]
And here (he thought) was an excellent, an undreamed-of opportunity to inform her of his engagement. He had much better tell her now and have done. Mr. Woods opened his mouth and looked at Margaret, and closed it. Again she was pouting in a fashion that distracted one"s mind.
"That would be most unattractive," said Miss Hugonin, calmly. "You"re very stupid, Billy, to think of living abroad. Billy, I think you"re almost as stupid as I am. I"ve been very stupid, Billy. I thought I liked Mr. Kennaston. I don"t, Billy--not that way. I"ve just told him so. I"m not--I"m not engaged to anybody now, Billy. But wasn"t it stupid of me to make such a mistake, Billy?"
That was a very interesting mosaic there in the summer-house.
"I don"t understand," said Mr. Woods. His voice shook, and his hands lifted a little toward her and trembled.
Poor Billy dared not understand. Her eyes downcast, her foot tapping the floor gently, Margaret was all one blush. She, too, was trembling a little, and she was a little afraid and quite unutterably happy; and outwardly she was very much the tiny lady of Oberon"s court, very much the coquette quintessentialised.
It is pitiable that our proud Margaret should come to such a pa.s.s. Ah, the men that you have flouted and scorned and bedeviled and mocked at, Margaret--could they see you now, I think the basest of them could not but pity and worship you. This man is bound in honour to another woman; yet a little, and his lips will open--very dry, parched lips they are now--and he will tell you, and your pride will drive you mad, and your heart come near to breaking.
"Don"t you understand--oh, you silly Billy!" She was peeping at him meltingly from under her lashes.
"I--I"m imagining vain things," said Mr. Woods. "I--oh, Peggy, Peggy, I think I must be going mad!"
He stared hungrily at the pink, startled face that lifted toward his.
Ah, no, no, it could not be possible, this thing he had imagined for a moment. He had misunderstood.
And now just for a little (thought poor Billy) let my eyes drink in those dear felicities of colour and curve, and meet just for a little the splendour of those eyes that have the April in them, and rest just for a little upon that sanguine, close-grained, petulant mouth; and then I will tell her, and then I think that I must die.
"Peggy----" he began, in a flattish voice.
"They have evidently gone," said the voice of Mr. Kennaston; "yes, those beautiful, happy young people have foolishly deserted the very prettiest spot in the gardens. Let us sit here, Kathleen."
"But I"m not an eavesdropper," Mr. Woods protested, half angrily.
I fear Margaret was not properly impressed.
"Please, Billy," she pleaded, in a shrill whisper, "please let"s listen. He"s going to propose to her now, and you"ve no idea how funny he is when he proposes. Oh, don"t be so pokey, Billy--do let"s listen!"
But Mr. Woods had risen with a strange celerity and was about to leave the summer-house.
Margaret pouted. Mrs. Saumarez and Mr. Kennaston were seated not twenty feet from the summer-house, on the bench which Miss Hugonin had just left. And when that unprincipled young woman finally rose to her feet, it must be confessed that it was with a toss of the head and with the reflection that while to listen wasn"t honourable, it would at least be very amusing. I grieve to admit it, but with Billy"s scruples she hadn"t the slightest sympathy.
Then Kennaston cried, suddenly: "Why, you"re mad, Kathleen! Woods wants to marry _you!_ Why, he"s heels over head in love with Miss Hugonin!"
Miss Hugonin turned to Mr. Woods with a little intake of the breath.
No, I shall not attempt to tell you what Billy saw in her countenance.
Timanthes-like, I drape before it the vines of the summer-house. For a brief s.p.a.ce I think we had best betake ourselves outside, leaving Margaret in a very pitiable state of anger, and shame, and humiliation, and heartbreak--leaving poor Billy with a heart that ached, seeing the horror of him in her face.
XXIII
Mrs. Saumarez laughed bitterly.
"No," she said, "Billy cared for me, you know, a long time ago. And this morning he told me he still cared. Billy doesn"t pretend to be a clever man, you see, and so he can afford to practice some of the brute virtues, such as constancy and fidelity."
There was a challenging flame in her eyes, but Kennaston let the stab pa.s.s unnoticed. To do him justice, he was thinking less of himself, just now, than of how this news would affect Margaret; and his face was very grave and strangely tender, for in his own fashion he loved Margaret.
"It"s nasty, very nasty," he said, at length, in a voice that was puzzled. "Yet I could have sworn yesterday----" Kennaston paused and laughed lightly. "She was an heiress yesterday, and to-day she is n.o.body. And Mr. Woods, being wealthy, can afford to gratify the virtues you commend so highly and, with a fidelity that is most edifying, return again to his old love. And she welcomes him--and the Woods millions--with open arms. It is quite affecting, is it not, Kathleen?"
"You needn"t be disagreeable," she observed.
"My dear Kathleen, I a.s.sure you I am not angry. I am merely a little sorry for human nature. I could have sworn Woods was honest. But rogues all, rogues all, Kathleen! Money rules us in the end; and now the parable is fulfilled, and Love the prodigal returns to make merry over the calf of gold. Confess," Mr. Kennaston queried, with a smile, "is it not strange an all-wise Creator should have been at pains to fashion this brave world about us for little men and women such as we to lie and pilfer in? Was it worth while, think you, to arch the firmament above our rogueries, and light the ageless stars as candles to display our antics? Let us be frank, Kathleen, and confess that life is but a trivial farce ign.o.bly played in a very stately temple."