"Well, perhaps I am," she admitted; "and a good thing too, when you come to think of the rough time I had over there"--and she jerked her head behind her--"ever since Davy ran away from me."
"Ran away from you, Miss?"
She nodded, pressing her lips together with the look of one who keeps a secret from the highest motives. But she brought two beautiful plaintive eyes to bear on John, and he at once felt sure that David"s conduct had been totally inexcusable.
Then suddenly she broke into a laugh. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging her feet lightly backwards and forwards.
"Look here!" she said, dropping her voice, and looking round at the door. "Do you know a lot about Davy"s affairs?--you "re a great friend of his, aren"t you?"
"I s"pose so," said the lad, awkwardly.
"Well, has he been making up to anybody that you know of?"
John"s invisible eyebrows stretched considerably. He was so astonished that he did not readily find an answer.
"Why, of course, I mean," said Louie, impatiently, "is he _in love_ with anybody?"
"Not that I know of, Miss."
"Well, then, there"s somebody in love with _him_," said Louie, maliciously; "and some day, Mr. Dalby, if we get a chance, perhaps I"ll tell you all about it."
The charming confidential smile she threw him so bewildered the lad that he hardly knew where he was.
But an exasperated shout of "John" from the stairs recalled him, and he rushed downstairs to help David deal with a cargo of books just arrived.
That evening David ran up to the Parlour for half an hour, to have a talk with Daddy and find out what Dora thought of Louie. He had sent a message by Louie about Reuben"s revelations, and it occurred to him that since Daddy had not been to look him up since, that incalculable person might be offended that he had not brought his great news in person. Besides, he had a very strong curiosity to know what had happened after all to Lucy Purcell, and whether anything had been commonly observed of Purcell"s demeanour under the checkmate administered to him. For the past few days he had been wholly absorbed in his own affairs, and during the previous week he had seen nothing of either Daddy or Dora, except that at a casual meeting in the street with Daddy that worthy had described his attack on Purcell with a gusto worthy of his Irish extraction.
He found the restaurant just shutting, and Daddy apparently on the wing for the "White Horse" parlour, to judge from the relief which showed in Dora"s worn look as she saw her father lay down his hat and stick again and fall "chaffing" with David.
For, with regard to David"s change of position, the landlord of the Parlour was in a very testy frame of mind.
"Six hundred pounds!" he growled, when the young fellow sitting cross-legged by the fire had made an end of describing to them both his journey to London. "H"m, _your_ fun"s over: any fool can do on six hundred pounds!"
"Thank you, Daddy," said the lad, with a sarcastic lip. "As for you, I wonder _you_ have the face to talk! Who"s coining money here, I should like to know?"
Dora looked up with a start. Her father met her look with a certain hostility and an obstinate shake of his thin shoulders.
"Davy, me boy, you"re that consated by now, you"ll not be for taking advice. But I"ll give it you, bedad, to take or to leave!
Never pitch your tent, sir, where you can"t strike it when you want to! But there"s where your beastly money comes in. n.o.body need look to you now for any comprehension of the finer sentiments of man."
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
"Never you mind," said the old vagrant, staring sombrely at the floor--the spleen in person. "Only I want my _freedom_, I tell you--and a bit of air, sometimes--and by gad I"ll have "em!"
And throwing back his grey head with a jerk he fixed an angry eye on Dora. Dora had grown paler, but she said nothing; her fingers went steadily on with her work; from early morning now till late night neither they nor she were ever at rest. After a minute"s silence Lomax walked to the door, flung a good-night behind him and disappeared.
Dora hastily drew her hand across her eyes, then threaded her needle as though nothing had happened. But David was perplexed and sorry. How white and thin she looked, to be sure! That old lunatic must be worrying her somehow.
He moved his chair nearer to Dora.
"Is there anything wrong, Miss Dora?" he asked her, dropping his voice.
She looked up with a quick grat.i.tude, his voice and expression putting a new life into her.
"Oh! I don"t know," she said, gently and sadly. "Father"s been very restless these last few weeks. I can"t keep him at home. And I"m not always dull like this. I"ve done my best to cheer him up. And I don"t think there"s much amiss with the Parlour--yet--only the outgoings are so large every day. I"m always feeart--"
She paused, and a visible tremor ran through her. David"s quick eye understood the signs of strain and fatigue, and he felt a brotherly pity for her--a softer, more normal feeling than Louie had ever called out in him.
"I say," he said heartily, "if there"s anything I can do, you"ll let me know, wont you?"
She smiled at him, and then turned to her work again in a hurry, afraid of her own eyes and lips, and what they might be saying.
"Oh! I dare say I fret myself too much," she said, with the tone of one determined to be cheered. And, by way of protecting her own quivering heart, she fell upon the subject of Louie. She showed the brother some of Louie"s first attempts--some of the st.i.tches she had been learning.
"She"s that quick!" she said, wondering. "In a few days I"m going to trust her with that," and she pointed to a fine old piece of Venetian embroidery, which had to be largely repaired before it could be made up into an altar-cloth and presented to St. Damian"s by a rich and devoted member of the congregation.
"Does she get in your way?" the brother inquired.
"N-o," she said in a low voice, paying particular attention to a complicated st.i.tch. "She"ll get used to me and the work soon. She"ll make a first-rate hand if she"s patient a bit. They"ll be glad to take her on at the shop."
"But you"ll not turn her out? You"ll let her work here, alongside of you?" said the young man eagerly. He had just met Louie, in the dark, walking up Market Street with a seedy kind of gentleman, who he had reason to know was a bad lot. John was off his head about her, and no longer of much use to anybody, and in these few days other men, as it seemed to him, had begun to hang about. The difficulties of his guardianship were thickening upon him, and he clung to Dora"s help.
"No; I"ll not turn her out. She may work here if she wants to,"
said Dora, with the same slowness.
And all the time she was saying to herself pa.s.sionately that, if Louie Grieve had not been his sister, she should _never_ have set foot in that room again! In the two days they had been together Louie had outraged almost every feeling the other possessed. And there was a burning dread in Dora"s mind that even the secret of her heart of hearts had been somehow discovered by the girl"s hawk-like sense. But she had promised to help him, and she would.
"You must let me know what I owe you for teaching her and introducing her," said David firmly. "Yes, you must, Miss Dora. It"s business, and you mustn"t make any bones about it. A girl doesn"t learn a trade and get an opening found her for nothing."
"Oh no, nonsense!" she said quickly, but with decision equal to his own. "I won"t take anything. She don"t want much teaching; she"s so clever; she sees a thing almost before the words are out of your mouth. Look here, Mr. Grieve, I want to tell you about Lucy."
She looked up at him, flushing. He, too, coloured.
"Well," he said; "that"s what I wanted to ask you."
She told him the whole story of Lucy"s flight from her father, of her illness and departure, of the probable stepmother.
"Old brute!" said David between his teeth. "I say, Miss Dora, can nothing be done to make him treat her decently?"
His countenance glowed with indignation and disgust. Dora shook her head sadly.
"I don"t see what anyone can do; and the worst of it is she"ll be such a long while getting over it. I"ve had a letter from her this morning, and she says the Hastings doctor declares she must stay there a year in the warm and not come home at all, or she"ll be going off in a decline. I know Lucy gets nervous about herself, but it do seem bad."
David sat silent, lost in a medley of feelings, most of them unpleasant. Now that Lucy Purcell was at the other end of England, both her service to him and his own curmudgeon behaviour to her loomed doubly large.
"I say, will you give me her address?" he said at last. "I"ve got a smart book I"ve had bound for her. I"d like to send it her."
Dora went to the table and wrote it for him. Then he got up to go.