Leslie regarded him with some severity. "Of course not, old chap.
What the devil put that into your head?"
"I thought that possibly you"d been making a chump of yourself up in the Maine woods."
"Piffle! Don"t be an a.s.s. What"s the sense pretending you don"t know who she is?"
"I suppose it"s Hetty Castleton," said Booth, puffing away at his pipe.
"Who else?"
"Think she"ll have you, old man?" asked Booth, after a moment.
"I don"t know," replied the other, a bit dashed. "You might wish me luck, though."
Booth knocked the burnt tobacco from the bowl of his pipe. A serious line appeared between his eyes. He was a fair-minded fellow, without guile, without a single treacherous instinct.
"I can"t wish you luck, Les," he said slowly. "You see I"m--I"m in love with her myself."
"The devil!" Leslie sat bolt upright and glared at him. "I might have known! And--and is SHE in love with you?"
"My dear fellow, you reveal considerable lack of tact in asking that question."
"What I want to know is this," exclaimed Wrandall, very pale but very hot: "is she going to marry you?"
Booth smiled. "I"ll be perfectly frank with you. She says she won"t."
Leslie gulped. "So you"ve asked her?"
"Obviously."
"And she said she wouldn"t? She refused you? Turned you down?"
His little moustache shot up at the ends and a joyous, triumphant laugh broke from his lips. "Oh, this is rich! Ha, ha! Turned you down, eh? Poor old Brandy! You"re my best friend, and dammit I"m sorry. I mean to say," he went on in some embarra.s.sment, "I"m sorry for you. Of course, you can hardly expect me to--er--"
"Certainly not," accepted Booth amiably. "I quite understand."
"Then, since she"s refused you, you might wish ME better luck."
"That would mean giving up hope."
"Hope?" exclaimed Leslie quickly. "You don"t mean to say you"ll annoy her with your--"
"No, I shall not annoy her," replied his friend, shaking his head.
"Well, I should hope not," said Leslie with a scowl. "Turned you down, eh? "Pon my soul!" He appeared to be relishing the idea of it. "Sorry, old chap, but I suppose you understand just what that means."
Booth"s lips hardened for an instant, then relaxed into a queer, almost pitying smile.
"And you want me to be your best man?" he said reflectively.
Leslie arose. His chest seemed to swell a little; a.s.suredly he was breathing much easier. He a.s.sumed an air of compa.s.sion.
"I shan"t insist, old fellow, if you feel you"d rather not--er--See what I mean?" It then occurred to him to utter a word or two of kindly advice. "I shouldn"t go on hoping if I were you, Brandy.
"Pon my soul, I shouldn"t. Take it like a man. I know it hurts but--Pooh! What"s the use aggravating the pain by b.u.t.ting against a stone wall?"
His companion looked out over the tree-tops, his hands in his trouser pockets, and it must be confessed that his manner was not that of one who is oppressed by despair.
"I think I"m taking it like a man, Les," he said. "I only hope you"ll take it as nicely if she says nay to you."
An uneasy look leaped into Leslie"s face. He seemed noticeably less corpulent about the chest. He wondered if Booth knew anything about his initial venture. A question rose to his lips, but he thought quickly and held it back. Instead, he glanced at his watch.
"I must be off. See you to-morrow, I hope."
"So long," said Booth, stopping at the top of the steps while his visitor skipped down to the gate with a nimbleness that suggested the formation of a sudden resolve.
Leslie did not waste time in parting inanities; he strode off briskly in the direction of home, but not without a furtive glance out of the tail of his eye as he disappeared beyond the hedge-row at the end of Booth"s garden. That gentleman was standing where he had left him, and was filling his pipe once more.
The day was warm, and Leslie was in a dripping perspiration when he reached home. He did not enter the house but made his way direct to the garage.
"Get out the car at once, Brown," was his order.
Three minutes later he was being driven over the lower road toward Southlook, taking good care to avoid Booth"s place by the matter of a mile or more. He was in a fever of hope and eagerness. It was very plain to him why she had refused to marry Booth. The iron was hot. He didn"t intend to lose any time in striking.
And now we know why he came again to Sara"s in the middle of a blazing afternoon, instead of waiting until the more seductive shades of night had fallen, when the moon sat serene in the seat of the Mighty.
He didn"t have to wait long for Hetty. Up to the instant of her appearance in the door, he had revelled in the thought that the way was now paved with roses. But with her entrance, he felt his confidence and courage slipping. Perhaps that may explain the abruptness with which he proceeded to go about the business in hand.
"I couldn"t wait till to-night," he explained as she came slowly across the room toward him. She was half way to him before he awoke to the fact that he was standing perfectly still. Then he started forward, somehow impelled to meet her at least half-way. "You"ll forgive me, Hetty, if I have disturbed you."
"I was not lying down, Mr. Wrandall," she said quietly. There was nothing ominous in the words, but he experienced a sudden sensation of cold. "Won"t you sit down? Or would you rather go out to the terrace?"
"It"s much more comfortable here, if you don"t mind. I--I suppose you know what it is I want to say to you. You--"
"Yes," she interrupted wearily; "and knowing as much, Mr. Wrandall, it would not be fair of me to let you go on."
"Not fair?" he said, in honest amazement. "But, my dear, I--"
"Please, Mr. Wrandall," she exclaimed, with a pleading little smile that would have touched the heart of any one but Leslie. "Please don"t go on. It is quite as impossible now as it was before. I have not changed."
He could only say, mechanically: "You haven"t?"
"No. I am sorry if you have thought that I might come to--"
"Think, for heaven"s sake, think what you are doing!" he cried, feeling for the edge of the table with a support-seeking hand.
"I--I had Sara"s word that you were not--"
"Unfortunately Sara cannot speak for me in a matter of this kind.
Thank you for the honour you would--"
"Honour be hanged!" he blurted out, losing his temper. "I love you!