"I think," said Ethan Ffrench, "that there need be no question of hotels. We have not understood each other, but you have the right to Ffrenchwood"s hospitality. If you can travel, we will go there."
"No," answered David Ffrench, as quietly. "Never. You owe me nothing, sir. If I have worked in your factory, I took the workman"s wages for it; if I have won honors for your car, I also won the prize-money given to the driver. I never meant so to establish any claim upon Ffrenchwood or you. I believe we stand even. d.i.c.k has taken my place, happily; Emily and I will go on our own road."
They looked at each other, the likeness between them most apparent, in the similar determination of mood which wiped laughter and warmth from the younger man"s face. However coldly phrased and dictatorially spoken, it was an apology which Mr. Ffrench had offered and which had been declined. But--he had watched Lestrange all day; he did not lift the gauntlet.
"You are perfectly free," he conceded, "which gives you the opportunity of being generous."
His son moved, flushing through his pallor.
"I wish you would not put it that way, sir," he objected.
"There is no other way. I have been wrong and I have no control over you; will you come home?"
There was no other argument but that that could have succeeded, and the three who knew Lestrange knew that could not fail.
"You want me because I am a Ffrench," David rebelled in the final protest. "You have a subst.i.tute."
"Perhaps I want you otherwise. And we will not speak in pa.s.sion; there can be no subst.i.tute for you."
"Ffrench and Ffrench," murmured d.i.c.k coaxingly. "We can run that factory, Lestrange!"
"There"s more than steering-knuckles needing your eye on them. And you love the place, Mr. David," said Bailey from his corner.
From one to the other David"s glance went, to rest on Emily"s delicate, earnest face in its setting of yellow-bronze curls. Full and straight her dark eyes answered his, the convent-bred Emily"s answer to his pride and old resentment and new reluctance to yield his liberty.
"After all, you were born a Ffrench," she reminded, her soft accents just audible. "If that is your work?"
Very slowly David turned to his father.
"I never learned to do things by halves," he said. "If you want me, sir--"
And Ethan Ffrench understood, and first offered his hand.
Rupert was discovered asleep in a camp-chair outside the tent, a few minutes later, when d.i.c.k went in search of him.
"The limousine"s waiting," his awakener informed him. "You don"t feel bad, do you?"
The mechanician rose cautiously, wincing.
"Well, if every joint in my cha.s.sis wasn"t sore, I"d feel better," he admitted grimly. "But I"m still running. What did you kiss me awake for, when I need my sleeps?"
"Did you suppose we could get Lestrange home without you, Jack Rupert?"
"I ain"t supposing you could. I"m ready."
The rest of the party were already in the big car, with one exception.
"Take a last look, Rupert," bade David, as he stood in the dark paddock. "We"re retired; come help me get used to it."
Rupert pa.s.sed a glance over the deserted track.
"I guess my sentiment-tank has given out," he sweetly acknowledged.
"The Mercury factory sounds pretty good to me, Darling. And I guess we can make a joy ride out of living, on any track, if we enter for it."
"I guess we can," laughed David Ffrench. "Get in opposite Emily. We"re going home to try."
THE END