"You haven"t obeyed me?" he asked, quickly.
"Not entirely. I"ve meant to tell you when an occasion offered, so I might as well do it now. I"ve written to Diane."
"You"ve--!"
He strode up to her and caught her by the arm. It was not strange that she should take the curious light in his face for that of anger; but a more experienced observer would have seen that two distinct emotions crowded on each other.
"I"ve written to her twice," Dorothea repeated, defiantly, as he held her arm. "She didn"t reply to me--but I wrote."
"What for?"
"To tell her that I loved her--that no trouble should keep me from loving her--no matter what it was."
He released her arm, stepping back from her again, surveying her with an admiration he tried to conceal under a scowling brow. The rigidity of her att.i.tude, the lift of her head, the set of her lips, the directness of her glance, suggested not merely rebellion against his will, but the a.s.sertion of her own. It occurred to him then that he could break her little body to pieces before he could force her to yield; and in his pride in this temperament, so like his own, he almost uttered the cry of "Brava!" that hung on his lips. He might have done so if Dorothea had not found it a convenient moment at which to make all her confessions at once and have them off her mind. It was best to do it, she thought, now that her courage was up.
"And, father," she went on, "it may be a good opportunity to tell you something else. I"ve decided to marry Mr. Wappinger."
During the brief silence that followed this announcement he had time to throw the blame for it upon Diane, using the fact as one more argument against her. Had she taken his suggestions at the beginning, and suppressed the Wappinger acquaintance, this distressing folly would have received a definite check: As it was, the odium of putting a stop to it, which must now fall on him, was but an additional part of the penalty he had to pay for ever having known her. So be it! He would make good the uttermost farthing! In doing it he had the same sort of frenzied satisfaction as in defacing Diane"s image in his heart.
"You shall not," he said, at last.
"I don"t understand how you"re going to stop me."
"I must ask you to be patient--and see. You can make a beginning to-day, by staying at home from the Thoroughgoods". That will be enough for the minute."
Fearing to look any longer into her indignant eyes, he pa.s.sed on toward the stables. For some minutes she stood still where he left her, while the collie gazed up at her, with twitching tail and questioning regard, as though to ask the meaning of this futile hesitation; but when, at last, she turned slowly and re-entered the house, one would have said that the "dainty rogue in porcelain" had been transformed into an intensely modern little creature made of steel.
She did not go to the Thoroughgoods" that day, nor was any further reference made to the discussion of the morning. Compunction having succeeded irritation, with the rapidity not uncommon to men of his character, Derek was already seeking some way of reaching his end by gentler means, when a new move on Dorothea"s part exasperated him still further. As he was about to sit down to his luncheon on the following day, the butler made the announcement that Miss Pruyn had asked him to inform her father that she had driven over in the pony-cart to Mrs.
Throughgood"s, and would not be home till late in the afternoon.
He was not in the house when she returned, and at dinner he refrained from conversation till the servants had left the room.
"So it"s--war," he said, then, speaking in a casual tone, and toying with his wine-gla.s.s.
"I hope not, father," she answered, promptly, making no pretence not to understand him. "It takes two to make a quarrel, and--"
"And you wouldn"t be one?"
"I was going to say that I hoped you wouldn"t be."
"But you yourself would fight?"
"I should have to. I"m fighting for liberty, which is always an honorable motive. You"re fighting to take it away from me--"
"Which is a dishonorable motive. Very well; I must accept that imputation as best I may, and still go on."
"Oh, then, it is war. You mean to make it so."
"I mean to do my duty. You may call your rebellion against it what you like."
"I"m not accustomed to rebel," she said, with significant quietness.
"Only people who feel themselves weak do that."
"And are you so strong?"
"I"m very strong. I don"t want to measure my strength against yours, father; but if you insist on measuring yours against mine, I ought to warn you."
"Thank you. It"s in the light of a warning that I view your action to-day. You probably went to meet Mr. Wappinger."
In saying this his bow was drawn so entirely at a venture that he was astonished at the skill with which he hit the mark.
"I did."
He pushed back his chair; half rose; sat down again; poured out a gla.s.s of Marsala; drank it thirstily; and looked at her a second or two in helpless distress before finding words.
"And you talk of honorable motives!"
"My motive was entirely honorable. I went to explain to him that I couldn"t see him any more--just now."
"While you were about it you might as well have said neither just now--nor at any other time."
She was silent.
"Do you hear?"
"Yes; I bear, father."
"And you understand?"
"I understand what you mean."
"And you promise me that it shall be so?"
"No, father."
"You say that deliberately? Remember, I"m asking you an important question, and you"re giving me an equally important reply."
"I recognize that; but I can"t give you any other answer."
"We"ll see." He pushed back his chair again, and rose. He had already crossed the room, when, a new thought occurring to him, he turned at the door. "At least I presume I may count on you not to see this young man again without telling me?"
"Not without telling you--afterward. I couldn"t undertake more than that."
"H"m!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, before pa.s.sing out. "Then I must take active measures."
It was easier, however, to talk about active measures than to devise them. While Dorothea was sobbing, with her elbows on the dining-room table, and her face buried in her hands, he was pacing his room in search of desperate remedies. It was a case in which his mind turned instinctively to Diane for help; but in the very act of doing so he was confronted by her theories as to Dorothea"s need of diplomatic guidance.
For that, he told himself, the time was past. The event had proved how impotent mere "management" was to control her, and justified his own preference for force.