says the serpent. Ten minutes later he has revealed the fact that he has brought down a little thing of his own which will just do, and is casting the parts. And after that the man who loves peace and quiet may as well pack up and leave. He will have no more rest in that house.
In the present case, the serpent was a volatile young gentleman of the name of Charteris. This indomitable person had the love of the stage ineradicably implanted in him. He wrote plays, and lived in hopes of seeing them staged at the leading theatres. Meanwhile, he was content to bring them out through the medium of amateur performances.
It says much for the basic excellence of this man"s character that he was popular among his fellows, who, liking the man, overlooked the amateur stage manager.
The reign of unrest at the abbey was complete by the time Jimmy arrived there. The preliminary rehearsals had been gone through with by the company, who, being inexperienced, imagined the worst to be over.
Having hustled Jimmy into the vacant part, Charteris gave his energy free play. He conducted rehearsals with a vigor which occasionally almost welded the rabble which he was coaching into something approaching coherency. He never rested. He painted scenery, and left it about--wet--and people sat on it. He nailed up horseshoes for luck, and they fell on people. He distributed typed parts of the play among the company, and they lost them. But nothing daunted him.
"Mr. Charteris," said Lady Blunt after one somewhat energetic rehearsal, "is indefatigable. He whirled me about!"
This was perhaps his greatest triumph, that he had induced Lady Blunt to take part in the piece. Her first remark, on being asked, had been to the effect that she despised acting. Golden eloquence on the part of the author-manager had induced her to modify this opinion; and finally she had consented, on the understanding that she was not to be expected to attend every rehearsal, to play a small part.
The only drawback to an otherwise attractive scheme was the fact that she would not be able to wear her jewels. Secretly, she would have given much to have done so; but the scene in which she was to appear was a daylight scene, in which the most expensive necklace would be out of place. So she had given up the idea with a stoicism that showed her to be of the stuff of which heroines are made.
These same jewels had ceased, after their first imperious call, to trouble Jimmy to the extent he had antic.i.p.ated. It had been a bitter struggle during the first few days of his stay, but gradually he had fought the craving down, and now watched them across the dinner table at night with a calm which filled him with self-righteousness. On the other hand, he was uncomfortably alive to the fact that this triumph of his might be merely temporary. There the gems were, winking and beckoning to him across the table. At any moment----. When his thoughts arrived at this point, he would turn them--an effort was sometimes necessary--to Molly. Thinking of her, he forgot the pearls.
But the process of thinking of Molly was not one of unmixed comfort. A great uneasiness had gripped him. More than ever, as the days went by, he knew that he loved her, that now the old easy friendship was a mockery. But on her side he could see no signs that she desired a change in their relationship. She was still the old Molly of the New York days, frank, cheerful unembarra.s.sed. But he found that in this new world of hers the opportunities of getting her to himself for any s.p.a.ce of time were infinitesimal. It was her unfortunate conviction, bred of her American upbringing, that the duty of the hostess is to see that her guests enjoy themselves. Lady Jane held the English view that visitors like to be left to themselves. And Molly, noticing her stepmother"s lack of enterprise and putting it down as merely another proof of her languid nature, had exerted herself all the more keenly to do the honors.
The consequence was that Jimmy found himself one of a crowd, and disliked the sensation.
The thing was becoming intolerable. Here was he, a young man in love, kept from proposing simply by a series of ridiculous obstacles. It could not go on. He must get her away somewhere by himself, not for a few minutes, as he had been doing up to the present, but for a solid s.p.a.ce of time.
It was after a long and particularly irritating rehearsal that the idea of the lake suggested itself to him. The rehearsals took place in one of the upper rooms, and through the window, as he leaned gloomily against the wall, listening to a homily on the drama from Charteris, he could see the waters of the lake, lit up by the afternoon sun. It had been a terribly hot, oppressive day and there was thunder in the air. The rehearsal had bored everybody unspeakably. It would be heavenly on the lake, thought Jimmy. There was a Canadian canoe moored to that willow. If he could only get Molly.
"I"m awfully sorry, Jimmy," said Molly, as they walked out into the garden. "I should love to come. It would be too perfect. But I"ve half promised to play tennis."
"Who wants to play?"
"Mr. Wesson."
A correspondent of a London daily paper wrote to his editor not long ago to complain that there was a wave of profanity pa.s.sing over the country. Jimmy added a silent but heartfelt contribution to that wave.
"Give him the slip," he said earnestly. It was the chance of a lifetime, a unique chance, perhaps his last chance, and it was to be lost for the sake of an a.s.s like Wesson.
Molly looked doubtful.
"Well, come down to the water, and have a look at it," said Jimmy.
"That"ll be better than nothing."
They walked to the water"s edge together in silence, Jimmy in a fever of anxiety. He looked behind him. No signs of Wesson yet. All might still be well.
"It does look nice, Jimmy, doesn"t it?" said Molly, placing a foot on the side of the boat and rocking it gently.
"Come on," said Jimmy hoa.r.s.ely. "Give him the slip. Get in."
Molly looked round hesitatingly.
"Well--oh, bother, there he is. And he"s seen me."
Jimmy followed her gaze. The dapper figure of Mr. Wesson was moving down the lawn. He had a tennis racquet in his hand. His face wore an inviting smile.
Jimmy glared at him hopelessly.
Mr. Wesson had vanished now behind the great clamp of laurels which stood on the lowest terrace. In another moment he would reappear round them.
"Bother!" said Molly again. "Jimmy!" For gently, but with extreme firmness and dispatch, Jimmy, who ought to have known better, had seized her hand on the other side of the waist, swung her off her feet, and placed her carefully on the cushions in the bow of the canoe.
Then he had jumped in himself with a force which made the boat rock, and was now paddling with the silent energy of a dangerous lunatic into the middle of the lake; while Mr. Wesson, who had by this time rounded the laurels, stood transfixed, gazing gla.s.sily after the retreating vessel.
To the casual spectator, he might have seemed stricken dumb.
But at the end of the first ten seconds any fear that the casual spectator might have entertained as to the permanence of the seizure would have been relieved.
CHAPTER XI.
"The man who lays a hand upon a woman," said Jimmy, paddling strongly, "save in the way of kindness--I"m very sorry, Molly, but you didn"t seem able to make up your mind. You aren"t angry, are you?"
There was a brief pause, while Molly apparently debated the matter in her mind.
"You wouldn"t take me back even if I were angry," she said.
"You have guessed it," said Jimmy approvingly. "Do you read much poetry, Molly?"
"Why?"
"I was only thinking how neatly some of these poets put a thing. The chap who said, "distance lends enchantment to the view," for instance.
Take the case of Wesson. He looks quite nice when you see him at a distance like this, with a good strip of water in between."
Mr. Wesson was still standing in a statuesque att.i.tude on the bank.
Molly, gazing over the side of the boat into the lake, abstained from feasting her eyes on the picturesque spectacle.
"Jolly the water looks," said Jimmy.
"I was just thinking it looked rather dirty."
"Beastly," agreed Jimmy.
The water as a topic of conversation dried up. Mr. Wesson had started now to leave the stricken field. There was a reproachful look about his back which hara.s.sed Molly"s sensitive conscience. Jimmy, on the other hand--men being of coa.r.s.er fibre than women, especially as to the conscience--appeared in no way distressed at the sight.
"You oughtn"t to have done it, Jimmy," said Molly.
"I had to. There seemed to be no other way of ever getting you by yourself for five minutes at a stretch. You"re always in the middle of a crowd nowadays."
"But I must look after my guests."