"I"m glad to see you," he said pleasantly.
"Thank you."
Neither offered to shake hands; Malcourt, lightly formal, spoke of Hamil"s illness in a few words, using that excellent taste which was at his command when he chose to employ it. He expressed his pleasure in Hamil"s recovery, and said that he was ready at any time to take up the unfinished details of Portlaw"s business, agreeing with Hamil that there remained very little to talk over.
"The main thing, of course, is to squelch William"s last hopes of any Rhine castles," continued Malcourt, laughing. "If you feel like it to-day I"ll bring over the plans as you sketched them."
"In a day or two," nodded Hamil.
"Or perhaps you will lunch with m--with us, and you and I can go over the things comfortably."
But he saw by the scarcely perceptible change in Hamil"s face that there were to be no such relations between them, informal or otherwise; and he went on quietly, closing his own suggestion:
"Or, if you like, we"ll get Portlaw some morning after his breakfast, and end the whole matter by laying down the law to him."
"That would be perfectly agreeable to me," said Hamil. He spoke as though fatigued, and he looked it as he moved toward his house, using his walking-stick. Malcourt accompanied him to the road.
"Hamil," he said coolly, "may I suggest something?"
The other turned an expressionless face toward him: "What do you wish to suggest?"
"That, some day when you feel physically better, I"d like to go over one or two matters with you--privately--"
"What matters?"
"They concern you and myself."
"I know of no private matters which concern you and myself--or are ever likely to."
Malcourt"s face darkened. "I think I warned you once that one day you would misunderstand my friendship for you."
Hamil straightened up, looking him coldly in the eye.
"Malcourt," he said, "there is no reason for the slightest pretence between us. I don"t like you; I don"t dislike you; I simply don"t take you into consideration at all. The accident of your intrusion into a woman"s life is not going to make any more difference to me than it has already made, nor can it affect my complete liberty and freedom to do and say what I choose."
"I am not sure that I understand you, Hamil."
"Well, you can certainly understand this: that my regard for--Mrs.
Malcourt--does not extend to you; that it is neither modified nor hampered by the fact that you happen to exist, or that she now bears your name."
Malcourt"s face had lost its colour. He began slowly:
"There is no reason, I think--"
"I don"t care what you think!" said Hamil. "It is not of any consequence to me, nor will it govern me in any manner." He made a contemptuous gesture toward the garden. "Those flower-beds and gravel walks in there--I don"t know whether they belong to you or to Mrs. Malcourt or to Portlaw; and I don"t care. The accidental ownership of property will not prevent my entering it; but its ownership by you would prevent my accepting your personal invitation to use it or even enter it. And now, perhaps, you understand."
Malcourt, very white, nodded:
"It is so useless," he said--"all this bitterness. You don"t know what you"re saying.... But I suppose you can"t help it.... It always has been that way; things go to smash if I try to do anything.... Well, Hamil, we"ll go on in your own fashion, if we must--for a while. But"--and he laughed mirthlessly--"if it ends in a little shooting--you mustn"t blame me!"
Hamil surveyed him in cold displeasure.
"I always expected you"d find your level," he observed.
"Yes, I"ll find it," mused Malcourt, "as soon as I know what it ought to be. Under pressure it is difficult to ascertain such things; one"s true level may be higher or lower. My father and I have often discussed this matter--and the ethics of straight shooting."
Hamil"s eyes narrowed.
"If you mean that as a threat"--he began contemptuously; but Malcourt, who had suddenly a.s.sumed that curious listening att.i.tude, raised his hand impatiently, as though silencing interruption.
And long after Hamil had turned on his heel and gone, he stood there, graceful head lowered a little and partly turned as though poetically appreciative of the soft twittering music which the bluebirds were making among the falling apple-bloom.
Then, slowly, not noticing Hamil"s departure, he retraced his steps through the garden, head slightly inclined, as though to catch the murmur of some invisible companion accompanying him. Once or twice he nodded, a strange smile creeping over his face; once his lips moved as though asking a question; no sound came from them, but apparently he had his answer, for he nodded a.s.sent, halted, drew a deep breath, and looked upward.
"We can try that," he said aloud in his naturally pleasant voice; and, entering the house, went upstairs to his wife"s apartments.
Shiela"s maid answered his knock; a moment later, Shiela herself, gowned for the afternoon, came to the door, and her maid retired.
"Do you mind my stepping in a moment?" he asked.
She glanced back into her own bedroom, closed the door, and led the way to the small living-room at the other end of the house.
"Where"s that maid of yours?" he asked.
"Sewing in my dressing-room. Shall I send her downstairs?"
"Yes; it"s better."
So Shiela went away and returned shortly saying that her maid had gone; and then, with a questioning gesture to her husband, she seated herself by the open window and looked out into the sunshine, waiting for him to speak.
"Do you know," he said abruptly, "what saved Cardross, Carrick & Co.
from going to the wall?"
"What?" The quick, crisp question sounded like the crack of a tiny whip.
He looked at her, languidly amused.
"You knew there was a panic?" he asked.
"Yes, of course."
"You knew that your father and Mr. Carrick were worried?"
"Yes."
"You didn"t realise they were in bad shape?"
"Not--very. Were they?"