"Then you don"t care to repeat your original proposition?"
"Well, the way business has been falling off--"
"Perhaps you would prefer to sell out to me," she remarked quietly.
"Not at all!" he said quickly, with a surprised glance at his father. "We couldn"t think of letting the business pa.s.s out of the Wrandall name."
"You forget that MY name is Wrandall," she rejoined. "There would be no occasion to change the firm"s name; merely its membership."
"Our original offer stands," said the senior Wrandall stiffly. "We prefer to buy."
"And I to sell. Mr. Carroll will meet you to-morrow, gentlemen. He will represent me as usual. Our business as well as social relations are about to end, I suppose. My only regret is that I cannot further accommodate you by changing my name. Still you may live in hope that time may work even that wonder for you."
She arose. The two men regarded her in an aggrieved way for a moment.
"I have no real feeling of hostility toward you, Sara," said Leslie nervously, "in spite of all that you said the other night."
"I am afraid you don"t mean that, deep down in your heart, Leslie,"
she said, with a queer little smile.
"But I do," he protested. "Hang it all, we--we live in a gla.s.s house ourselves, Sara. I dare say, in a way, I was quite as unpleasant as the rest of the family. You see, we just can"t help being sn.o.bs.
It"s in us, that"s all there is to it."
Mr. Wrandall looked up from the floor, his gaze having dropped at the first outburst from his son"s lips.
"We--we prefer to be friendly, Sara, if you will allow us--"
She laughed and the old gentleman stopped in the middle of his sentence.
"We can"t be friends, Mr. Wrandall," she said, suddenly serious.
"The pretence would be a mockery. We are all better off if we allow our paths, our interests to diverge to-day."
"Perhaps you are right," said he, compressing his lips.
"I believe that Vivian and I could--but no! I won"t go so far as to say that either. There is something genuine about her. Strange to say, I have never disliked her."
"If you had made the slightest effort to like us, no doubt we could have--"
"My dear Mr. Wrandall," she interrupted quickly, "I credit YOU with the desire to be fair and just to me. You have tried to like me. You have even deceived yourself at times. I--but why these gentle recriminations? We merely prolong an unfortunate contest between antagonistic natures, with no hope of genuine peace being established. I do not regret that I am your daughter-in-law, nor do I believe that you would regret it if I had not been the daughter of Sebastian Gooch."
"Your father was as little impressed with my son as I was with his daughter," said Redmond Wrandall drily. "I am forced to confess that he was the better judge. We had the better of the bargain."
"I believe you mean it, Mr. Wrandall," she said, a note of grat.i.tude in her voice. "Good-bye. Mr. Carroll will see you to-morrow." She glanced quickly about the room. "I shall send for--for certain articles that are no longer required in conducting the business of Wrandall & Co."
With a quaint little smile, she indicated the two photographs of herself.
"By Jove, Sara," burst out Leslie abruptly. "I wish you"d let ME have that Gipsy Mab picture. I"ve always been dotty over it, don"t you know. Ripping study."
Her lip curled slightly.
"As a matter of fact," he explained conclusively, "Chal often said he"d leave it to me when he died. In a joking way, of course, but I"m sure he meant it."
"You may have it, Leslie," she said slowly. It is doubtful if he correctly interpreted the movement of her head as she uttered the words.
"Thanks," said he. "I"ll hang it in my den, if you don"t object."
"We shall expect Mr. Carroll to-morrow, Sara," said his father, with an air of finality. "Good-bye. May I ask what plans you are making for the winter?"
"They are very indefinite."
"I say, Sara, why don"t you get married?" asked Leslie, surveying the Gipsy Mab photograph with undisguised admiration as he held it at arm"s length. "Ripping!" This to the picture.
She paused near the door to stare at him for a moment, unutterable scorn in her eyes.
"I"ve had a notion you were pretty keen about Brandy Booth," he went on amiably.
She caught her breath. There was an instant"s hesitation on her part before she replied.
"You have never been very smart at making love guesses, Leslie,"
she said. "It"s a trick you haven"t acquired."
He laughed uncomfortably. "Neat stroke, that."
Following her into the corridor outside the offices, he pushed the elevator bell for her.
"I meant what I said, Sara," he remarked, somewhat doggedly. "You ought to get married. Chal didn"t leave much for you to cherish.
There"s no reason why you should go on like this, living alone and all that sort of thing. You"re young and beautiful and--"
"Oh, thank you, Leslie," she cried out sharply.
"You see, it"s going to be this way: Hetty will probably marry Booth.
That"s on dit, I take it. You"re depending on her for companionship.
Well, she"ll quit you cold after she"s married. She will--"
She interrupted him peremptorily.
"If Challis did nothing else for me, Leslie, he at least gave me you to cherish. Once more, good-bye."
The elevator stopped for her. He strolled back to his office with a puzzled frown on his face. She certainly was inexplicable!
The angry red faded from her cheeks as she sped homeward in the automobile. Her thoughts were no longer of Leslie but of another...
She sighed and closed her eyes, and her cheeks were pale.
Workmen from a picture dealer"s establishment were engaged in hanging a full length portrait in the long living-room of her apartment when she reached home. She had sent to the country for Booth"s picture of Hetty, and was having it hung in a conspicuous place. For a long time she stood in the middle of the room, studying the canvas.
Hetty"s Irish blue eyes seemed to return the scrutiny, a questioning look in their painted depths. The warm, half smiling lips appeared to be on the point of putting into words the eager question that lay in her wondering eyes.
Pa.s.sing the open library door, Sara paused for an instant to peer within. Then she went on down the hall to her own sitting-room.
The canary was singing glibly in his cage by the window-side.