"Lucy was in here last night," said Dora, hesitating; "she told me about it."
"Lucy!" cried Daddy, exasperated. "What have you been making secrets about? I"ll have no secrets from me in this house, Dora. Why, when Lucy tells you something important, is it all hidden up from me?
Nasty close ways!"
And he looked at her threateningly.
Nothing piqued the old Bohemian so much as the constant a.s.sumption of the people about him that he was a grown-up baby, of no discretion at all. That the a.s.sumption was true made no difference whatever to the irritating quality of it.
Dora dropped her head a little, but said nothing. David interposed:
"Well, now _I"ll_ tell you all about it."
His tone was triumph itself, and he plunged into his story. He described what Purcell had meant to do, and how nearly he had done it. In a month, if the bookseller had had his way, his young rival would have been in the street, with all his connection to make over again. At the moment there was not another corner to be had, within David"s means, anywhere near the centre of the town. It would have meant a completely fresh beginning, and temporary ruin.
But he had gone to Ancrum. And Ancrum and he had bethought them of the rich Unitarian gentleman who had been David"s sponsor when he signed his agreement.
There and then, at nine o"clock at night, Ancrum had gone off to Higher Broughton, where the good man lived, and laid the case before him. Mr. Doyle had taken the night to think it over, and the following morning he had paid a visit to his lawyer.
"He and his wife thought it a burning shame, he told Mr. Ancrum; and, besides, he"s been buying up house property in Manchester for some time past, only we couldn"t know that--that was just luck. He looked upon it as a good chance both for him and for me. He told his lawyer it must be all settled in three hours, and he didn"t mind the price. The lawyer found out that Purcell was haggling, went in to win, put the cash down, and here in my pocket I"ve got the fresh agreement between me and Mr. Doyle--three months" notice on either side, and no likelihood of my being turned out, if I want to stay, for the next three or four years. Hurrah!"
And the lad, quite beside himself with jubilation, raised the blue cap he held in his hand, and flung it round his head. Dora stood and looked at him, leaning lightly against the table, her arms behind her. His triumph carried her away; her lips parted in a joyous smile; her whole soft, rounded figure trembled with animation and sympathy.
As for Daddy, he could not contain himself. He ran to the top of the stairs, and sent a kitchen-boy flying for a bottle of champagne.
"Drink, you varmint, drink!" he said, when the liquor came, "or I"ll be the death of you! Hold your tongue, Dora! Do you think a man can put up with temperance drinks when his enemy"s smitten hip and thigh? Oh, you jewel, David, but you"ll bring him low, lad--you"ll bring him low before you"ve done--promise me that. I shall see him a beggar yet, lad, shan"t I? Oh, nectar!"
And Daddy poured down his champagne, apostrophising it and David"s vengeance together.
Dora looked distressed.
"Father--Lucy! How can you say such things?"
"Lucy--eh?--Lucy? She won"t be a beggar. She"ll marry; she"s got a bit of good looks of her own. But, David, my lad, what was it you were saying? How was it you got wind of this precious business?"
David hesitated.
"Well, it was Miss Purcell told me," he said. "She came to see me at my place last evening."
He drew himself together with a little nervous dignity, as though foreseeing that Daddy would make remarks.
"Miss Purcell!--what, Lucy?--_Lucy? Upon_ my word, Davy! Why, her father"ll wring her neck when he finds it out. And she came to warn you?"
Daddy stood a moment taking in the situation, then, with a queer grin, he walked up to David and poked him in the ribs.
"So there were pa.s.sages--eh, young man--when you were up there?"
The young fellow straightened himself, with a look of annoyance.
"Nothing of the sort, Daddy; there were no pa.s.sages. But Miss Lucy"s done me a real friendly act, and I"d do the same for her any day."
Dora had sat down to her silks again. As David spoke she bent closely over them, as though the lamp-light puzzled her usually quick perception of shade and quality.
As for Daddy, he eyed the lad doubtfully.
"She"s got a pretty waist and a brown eye, Davy, and she"s seventeen."
"She may be for me," said David, throwing his head back and speaking with a certain emphasis and animation. "But she"s a little brick to have given me notice of this thing."
The warmth of these last words produced more effect on Daddy than his previous denials.
"Dora," he said, looking round--"Dora, do you believe the varmint?
All the same, you know, he"ll be for marrying soon. Look at him!"
and he pointed a thin theatrical finger at David from across the room." When I was his make I was in love with half the girls in the place. Blue eyes here--brown eyes there--nothing came amiss to me."
"Marrying!" said David, with an impatient shrug of the shoulders, but flushing all over. "You might wait, I think, till I"ve got enough to keep one on, let alone two. If you talk such stuff, Daddy, I"ll not tell you my secrets when there are any to tell."
He tried to laugh it off; but Dora"s grey eye, glancing timidly round at him, saw that he was in some discomfort. There was a bright colour in _her_ cheek too, and her hand touched her silks uncertainly.
"Thank you for nothing, sir," said Daddy, unabashed. "Trust an old hound like me for scenting out what he wants. But, go along with you! I"m disappointed in you. The young men nowadays have got no _blood_! They"re made of sawdust and brown paper. The world was our orange, and we sucked it. Bedad, we did! But _you_--cold-blooded cubs--go to the devil, I tell you, and read your Byron!"
And, striking an att.i.tude which was a boisterous reminiscence of Macready, the old wanderer flung out the lines:
"Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend, Death hath but little left him to destroy.
Ah! happy years! Once more, who would not be a boy?"
David laughed out. Daddy turned petulantly away, and looked out of window. The night was dreary, dark, and wet.
"Dora!"
"Yes, father."
"Manchester"s a d.a.m.ned dull hole. I"m about tired of it."
Dora started, and her colour disappeared in an instant. She got up and went to the window.
"Father, you know they"ll be waiting for you downstairs," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "They always say they can"t get on without you on debating nights."
"Stuff and nonsense!" said Daddy, throwing off the hand. But he looked mollified. The new reading-room was at present his pet hobby; his interest in the restaurant proper had dropped a good deal of late, or so Dora"s anxiety persuaded her.
"It"s quite true," said David. "Go and start "em, Daddy, and I"ll come down soon and cut in. I feel as if I could speak the roof off to-night, and I don"t care a hang about what! But first I"ve got something to say to Miss Dora. I want to ask her a favour."
He came forward smiling. She gave him a startled look, but her eyes--poor Dora!--could not light on him now without taking a new brightness. How well his triumph sat on him! How crisply and handsomely his black hair curled above his open brow!
"More secrets," growled Daddy.
"Nothing of any interest, Daddy. Miss Dora can tell you all about it, if she cares. Now go along! Start "em on the Bishop of Peterborough and the Secularists. I"ve got a lot to say about that."
He pushed Daddy laughingly to the door, and came back again to where Dora was once more grappling with her silks. Her expression had changed again. Oh! she had so many things to open to him, if only she could find the courage.