She turned on him quivering, beside herself.
"Not in this condition--for your own sake," he repeated steadily. And again he said: "For the sake of your name in the years to come, Shiela, you cannot go to him like this. Control yourself."
She strove to pa.s.s him; all her strength was leaving her.
"You coward!" she gasped.
"I thought you would mistake me," he said quietly. "People usually do.... Sit down."
For a while she lay sobbing in her arm-chair, white hands clinched, biting at her lips to choke back the terror and grief.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""You can"t go!" he said."]
"As soon as your self-command returns my commands are void," he said coolly. "n.o.body here shall see you as you are. If you can"t protect yourself it"s my duty to do it for you.... Do you want Portlaw to see you?--Wayward?--these doctors and nurses and servants? How long would it take for gossip to reach your family!... And what you"ve done for their sakes would be a crime instead of a sacrifice!"
She looked up; he continued his pacing to and fro but said no more.
After a while she rose; an immense la.s.situde weighted her limbs and body.
"I think I am fit to go now," she said in a low voice.
"Use a sponge and cold water and fix your hair and put on your shoes,"
he said. "By the time you are ready I"ll be back with the truth."
She was blindly involved with her tangled hair when she heard him on the stairs again--a quick, active step that she mistook for haste; and hair and arms fell as she turned to confront him.
"It was a sinking crisis; they got him through--both doctors. I tell you, Shiela, things look better," he said cheerily.
CHAPTER XXII
THE ROLL CALL
As in similar cases of the same disease Hamil"s progress toward recovery was scarcely appreciable for a fortnight or so, then, danger of reinfection practically over, convalescence began with the new moon of May.
Other things also began about that time, including a lawsuit against Portlaw, the lilacs, jonquils, and appleblossoms in Shiela"s garden, and Malcourt"s capricious journeys to New York on business concerning which he offered no explanation to anybody.
The summons bidding William Van Beuren Portlaw of Camp Chickadee, town of Pride"s Fall, Horican County, New York, to defend a suit for damages arising from trespa.s.s, tree-felling, the malicious diversion of the waters of Painted Creek, the wilful and deliberate killing of game, the flooding of wild meadow lands in contemptuous disregard of riparian rights and the drowning of certain sheep thereby, had been impending since the return from Florida to her pretty residence at Pride"s Fall of Mrs. Alida Ascott.
Trouble had begun the previous autumn with a lively exchange of notes between them concerning the shooting of woodc.o.c.k on Mrs. Ascott"s side of the boundary. Then Portlaw stupidly built a dam and diverted the waters of Painted Creek. Having been planned, designed, and constructed according to Portlaw"s own calculations, the dam presently burst and the escaping flood drowned some of Mrs. Ascott"s sheep. Then somebody cut some pine timber on her side of the line and Mrs. Ascott"s smouldering indignation flamed.
Personally she and Portlaw had been rather fond of one another; and to avoid trouble incident on hot temper Alida Ascott decamped, intending to cool off in the Palm Beach surf and think it over; but she met Portlaw at Palm Beach that winter, and Portlaw dodged the olive branch and neglected her so selfishly that she determined then and there upon his punishment, now long overdue.
"My Lord!" said Portlaw plaintively to Malcourt, "I had no idea she"d do such a thing to me; had you?"
"Didn"t I tell you she would?" said Malcourt. "I know women better than you do, though you don"t believe it."
"But I thought she was rather fond of me!" protested Portlaw indignantly.
"That may be the reason she"s going to chasten you, friend. Don"t come bleating to me; I advised you to be attentive to her at Palm Beach, but you sulked and stood about like a baby-hippopotamus and pouted and shot your cuffs. I warned you to be agreeable to her, but you preferred the Beach Club and pigeon shooting. It"s easy enough to amuse yourself and be decent to a nice woman too. Even I can combine those things."
"Didn"t I go to that lawn party?"
"Yes, and scarcely spoke to her. And never went near her afterward. Now she"s mad all through."
"Well, I can get mad, too--"
"No, you"re too plump to ever become angry--"
"Do you think I"m going to submit to--"
"You"ll submit all right when they"ve dragged you twenty-eight miles to the county court house once or twice."
"Louis! Are you against me too?"--in a voice vibrating with reproach and self-pity.
"Now, look here, William Van Beuren; your guests _did_ shoot woodc.o.c.k on Mrs. Ascott"s land--"
"They"re migratory birds, confound it!"
"--And," continued Malcourt, paying no attention to the interruption, "you did build that fool dam regardless of my advice; and you first left her cattle waterless, then drowned her sheep--"
"That was a cloud-burst--an act of G.o.d--"
"It was a dam-burst, and the act of an obstinate chump!"
"Louis, I won"t let anybody talk to me like that!"
"But you"ve just _done_ it, William."
Portlaw, in a miniature fury, began to run around in little circles, puffing threats which, however, he was cautious enough to make obscure; winding up with:
"And I might as well take this opportunity to ask you what you mean by calmly going off to town every ten days or so and absenting yourself without a word of--"
"Oh, bosh," said Malcourt; "if you don"t want me here, Billy, say so and be done with it."
"I didn"t say I didn"t want you--"
"Well, then, let me alone. I don"t neglect your business and I don"t intend to neglect my own. If the time comes when I can"t attend to both I"ll let you know soon enough--perhaps sooner than you expect."
"You"re perfectly welcome to go to town," insisted Portlaw, alarmed.
"I know it," nodded Malcourt coolly. "Now, if you"ll take my advice you"ll behave less like a pig in this Ascott matter."
"I"m going to fight that suit--"