There was a ray of hope.
"How long a time?"
"Oh, twenty or thirty years, perhaps, if you work and save. Of course, if you had capital to bring in--but you haven"t, have you? Didn"t Cousin Sophy, your mother, leave everything to your father? I thought so. Mind you, I"m putting out of the question all thought of your father"s coming round and putting money in for you. I"m talking of the thing on the ground on which you"ve put it."
Hugh had no heart to resent the quirks and grimaces in Cousin Andrew"s smile. He had all he could do in taking his leave in a way to save his face and cast the episode behind him. The banker lent himself to this effort with good-humored grace, accompanying his relative to the door of the room, where he shook him by the shoulder as he turned the k.n.o.b.
"Thought you"d go right in as a director? Not the first youngster who"s had that idea, and you"ll not be the last. Good-by. Let me hear from you if you change your mind." He called after him, as the door was about to close: "Best try to fix it up with your father, Hugh. As for the girl--well, there"ll be others, and more in your line."
CHAPTER IX
On that first morning I got no more than the gist of what had happened during Hugh"s visit to his cousin Andrew Brew. Hugh announced it in fact by a metaphor as soon as we had exchanged greetings and he had sat down at the table with his arm over Gladys"s shoulder.
"Well, little Alix, I got it where the chicken got the ax."
"Where was that?" I asked, innocently, for the figure of speech was new to me.
"In the neck."
Neither of us laughed. His tone was so lugubrious as to preclude laughing. But I understood. I may say that by the time he had given me the outline of what he had to say I understood more than he. I might have seen poor Hugh"s limitations before; but I never had. During the old life in Halifax I had known plenty of young men brought up in comfort who couldn"t earn a living when the time came to do it. If I had never cla.s.sed Hugh among the number, it was because the Brokenshires were all so rich that I supposed they must have some secret prescription for wringing money from the air. Besides, Hugh was an American; and American and money were words I was accustomed to p.r.o.nounce together. I never questioned his ability to have any reasonable income he named--till now. Now I began to see him as he must have seen himself during those first few minutes after turning his back on the parental haven, alone and in the dark.
I cannot say that for the moment I had any of the qualms of fear. My yearning over him was too motherly for that. I wanted to comfort and, as far as possible, to encourage him. Something within me whispered, too, the words, "It"s going to be up to me." I meant--or that which spoke in me meant--that the whole position was reversed. I had been taking my ease hitherto, believing that the strong young man who had asked me to marry him would do the necessary work. It was to be up to him. My part was to be the pa.s.sive bliss of having some one to love me and maintain me. That Hugh loved me I knew; that in one way or another he would be able to maintain me I took for granted. With a Brokenshire, I a.s.sumed, that would be the last of cares. And now I saw in a flash that I was wrong; that I who was nothing but a parasite by nature would somehow have to give my strong young man support.
When all was said that he could say at the moment I took the responsibility of sending Gladys indoors with the maid who was waiting on the table, after which I asked Hugh to walk down the lawn with me. A stone bal.u.s.trade ran above the Cliff Walk, and here was a bit of shrubbery where no one could observe us from the house, while pa.s.sers on the Cliff Walk could see us only by looking upward. At that hour in the morning even they were likely to be rare.
"Hugh, darling," I said, "this is becoming very, very serious. You"re throwing yourself out of house and home and your father"s good-will for my sake. We must think about it, Hugh--"
His answer was to seize me in his arms--we were sufficiently screened from view--and crush his lips against mine in a way that made speech impossible.
Again I must make a confession. It was his doing that sort of thing that paralyzed my judgment. You will blame me, perhaps, but, oh, reader, have you any idea of what it is never to have had a man wild to kiss you before? Never before to have had any one adore you? Never before to have been the greatest of all blessings to so much as the least among his brethren? The experience was new to me. I had no rule of thumb by which to measure it. I could only think that the man who wanted me with so mad a desire must have me, no matter what reserves I might have preferred to make on my own account.
I struggled, however, and with some success. For the first time I clearly perceived that occasions might arise in which, between love and marriage, one might have to make a distinction. Ethel Rossiter"s dictum came back to me: "People can"t go about marrying every one they love, now can they?" It came to me as a terrible possibility that I might be doomed to love Hugh all my life, and equally doomed to refuse him. If I didn"t, the responsibilities would be "up to me." If besides loving him I were to accept him and marry him, it would be for me to see that the one possible condition was fulfilled. I should have to bring J. Howard to his knees.
When he got breath to say anything it was with a mere hot muttering into my face, as he held me with my head thrown back:
"I know what I"m doing, little Alix. You mustn"t ask me to count the cost. The cost only makes you the more precious. Since I have to suffer for you I"ll suffer, but I"ll never give you up. Do you take me for a fellow who"d weigh money or comfort in the balances with you?"
"No, Hugh," I whispered. His embrace was enough to strangle me.
"Well, then, never ask me to think about this thing again, I"ve thought all I"m going to. As I mean to get you anyhow, little Alix, you may as well promise now, this very minute, that whatever happens you"ll be my wife."
But I didn"t promise. First I got him to release me on the ground that some bathers, after a dip at Eastons Beach, were going by, with their heads on a level with our feet. Then I asked the natural question:
"What do you think of doing now?"
He said he was going to let no mushrooms spring in his footsteps, and that he was taking a morning train for New York. He talked about bankers and brokers and moneyed things in general in a way I couldn"t follow, though I could see that in spite of Cousin Andrew Brew"s rejection he still expected great things of himself. Like me, he seemed to feel that there was a faculty for conjuring money in the very name of Brokenshire.
Never having known what it was to be without as much money as he wanted, never having been given to suppose that such an eventuality could come to pa.s.s, it was perhaps not strange that he should consider his power of commanding a large income to be in the nature of things. Bankers and brokers would be glad to have him as their a.s.sociate from the mere fact that he was his father"s son.
I endeavored to throw a cup of cold water on too much certainty, by saying:
"But, Hugh, dear, won"t you have to begin at the beginning? Wasn"t that what your cousin Andrew Brew--?"
"Cousin Andrew Brew is an a.s.s. He"s one great big Boston stick-in-the-mud. He wouldn"t know which side his bread was b.u.t.tered on, not if it was b.u.t.tered on both."
"Still," I persisted, "you"ll have to begin at the beginning."
"Well, I shouldn"t be the first."
"No, but you might be the first to do it with a clog round his feet in the shape of a person like me. How many years did your cousin say--twenty or thirty, wasn"t it?"
"R-rot, little Alix!" He brought out the interjection with a contemptuous roll. "It might be twenty or thirty years for a numskull like Duffers, but for me! There are ways by which a man who"s in the business already, as you might say, goes skimming over the ground the common herd have to tramp. Look at the gentlemen-rankers in your own army. They enlist as privates, and in two or three years they"re in the officers" mess with a commission. That comes of their education and--"
"That"s often true, I admit. I"ve known of several cases in my own experience. But even two or three years--"
"Wouldn"t you wait for me?"
He asked the question with a sharpness that gave me something like a stab.
"Yes, of course, Hugh, if I promised you. And yet to bind you by such a promise doesn"t seem to me fair."
"I"ll take care of that," he declared, manfully. "As a matter of fact, when father sees how determined I am, he"ll only be too happy to do the handsome thing and come down with the bra.s.s."
"You think he"s bluffing then?" I threw some conviction into my tone as I added, "I don"t."
"He"s not bluffing to his own knowledge; but he is--"
"To yours. But isn"t it his knowledge that we"ve got to go by? We must expect the worst, even if we hope for the best."
"And what it all comes to is--"
"Is that you"re facing a very hard time, Hugh, and I don"t feel that I can accept the responsibility of encouraging you to do it."
"But, good Lord, Alix, you"re not encouraging me. It"s the other way round. You"re a perfect wet blanket; you"re an ice-water shower. I"m doing this thing on my own--"
"You know, Hugh, I"ve seen your father since you went away."
His face brightened.
"Good! And did he show any signs of tacking to the wind?"
"Not a bit. He said you would be ruined, and that I should ruin you."
"The deuce you will! That"s where he"s got the wrong number, poor old dad! I hope you told him you would marry me--and let him have it straight."
I made no reply to that, going on to tell him all that was said as to bringing J. Howard to his knees.