He had made the remark several times before that morning, but he made it with special emphasis on this occasion in response to the news that his brother was waiting to see him.
Hot and cross from the parade-ground, he rolled off his horse and turned towards his quarters. The animal looked after him with a faint whinny of hurt surprise, and sharply Noel flung round again.
The _saice_ grinned, but was instantly quelled to sobriety by his master"s scowl. The horse whinnied again, and tucked a confiding nose under the young officer"s arm.
"All right, old man! Here you are!" said Noel.
He fished out a lump of sugar and stuffed it between the sensitive lips that nibbled at his sleeve, kissed the white star between the soft brown eyes, whispered an endearing word into the c.o.c.ked ear, slapped the glossy neck, and finally departed.
His face resumed its scowl as he entered the room where Max sprawled in a bamboo chair with his feet on another and the petted terrier of the establishment seated alertly on his chest. Max smiled at sight of it and stretched forth a lazy hand.
"Excuse my rising! I daren"t incur this creature"s displeasure."
Noel took the creature by the neck and removed it. Max"s hand remained outstretched, but that he ignored.
"What have you come for?" he demanded gruffly.
"I should have said, "What can I do for you?"" observed Max to the ceiling. "If you are thinking of having a drink, perhaps you will allow me to join you."
Noel went to the door and grumpily yelled an order. After which he jingled back, unbuckled his sword, and flung it noisily on the table.
Max turned his head very deliberately and regarded him.
His scrutiny was a prolonged one, and Noel finally waxed impatient under it. "Well, what are you staring at me for?" he enquired aggressively.
With a sudden movement Max removed his feet from the second chair and sat up. "Sit down there!" he said.
The words fell curt and sharp, a distinct order which Noel obeyed almost before he knew what he was doing. He dropped into the chair and sat directly facing his brother, a kind of surly respect struggling with the evident hostility of his expression.
His dog, feeling neglected, sprang on to his knees and licked his sullen face.
Max uttered a short laugh that was not unfriendly. "Oh, stop being a silly a.s.s, Noel!" he said. "What on earth do you want to quarrel with me for? It"s the most unprofitable game under the sun."
Noel sat stiffly upright, holding the dog at arm"s length. "It"s no fault of mine," he said.
His eyes were obstinately lowered in a mule-like refusal to meet his brother"s straight regard. He looked absurdly like a schoolboy brought up for punishment.
Max considerately stifled a second laugh. "All right, it"s mine," he said. "And I"ve come to apologize. Understand? I"ve come to make unconditional rest.i.tution of my ill-gotten gains. I"m just off to Bombay, to shake the dust of this accursed country off my feet, and to leave you in undisputed possession of the spoil. How"s that appeal to you, you sulky young hound?"
Noel"s eyes shot upwards at the epithet, though the supercilious good-humour of its utterance made it somehow impossible to raise any furious protest.
The entrance of his servant with drinks helped very materially to save his dignity. He pulled the table to him without rising and began to pour them out.
"Lemon?" he asked briefly.
"No, thanks. I"ll have a plain soda. And if you"ve no objection we will thresh this matter out at once as I have to be off in ten minutes. I suppose you took in what I said just now?"
Noel held out a gla.s.s to him, his brown hand not quite steady. "May as well be explicit," he said gruffly.
"Quite so. Then my engagement to Olga Ratcliffe is at an end. Is that plain enough for you?"
Again the boy"s eyes glanced upwards, meeting the imperturbable green eyes opposite for the fraction of a second. "Really?" he said.
"Yes, really." Max took a slow gulp from his gla.s.s and set it down.
"Pleased?" he enquired.
Noel did not answer. His own drink remained untouched at his elbow.
"Whose doing is it?" he enquired.
"Hers."
"What! Doesn"t she care for you after all?" There was a sudden quiver in the question that belied the studied calm of the speaker.
Max took up his gla.s.s and drank again. "She can"t stand me at any price," he said.
"Then what have you been doing?" There was no attempt to disguise the fierceness of the query. Noel started forward in his chair with hands clenched, and his dog slid to the ground.
"Take it easy!" said Max. "I"m not going to let you into that secret.
It wouldn"t be good for your morals. Besides, there"s no time to go into that now. All I want to say to you is that there"s a clear road in front of you and the odds are all in your favour. Go straight and I believe you"ll win!"
Noel leaned nearer. His face was a curious blend of eagerness and resentment. "Do you mean--you"ve found out--that she"d sooner have me after all?" he blurted out.
Max looked at him, and a queer, half-pitying smile curved his grim mouth. "Yes, I suppose it amounts to that," he said, after a moment.
"Oh, I say!" said Noel.
He got up abruptly, and walked to the end of the room. Coming back, he gave a sharp gasp as of one rising from deep water, and the next moment very suddenly he laughed.
"I say," he said again, speaking jerkily, "is it the sun--or what? I feel as if--you"d hit me between the eyes."
Max nodded towards the table. "Have your drink, boy, and pull yourself together! You haven"t won her yet, remember. You"ve got some uphill work before you still."
Noel stopped at the table, and raised his gla.s.s. His hand shook palpably, and the smile on Max"s face became almost one of tenderness.
He watched him in silence as he drank, then lifted his own gla.s.s.
"Here"s to your success!" he said.
Noel"s eyes came down to him. They had the rapt look of a man who sees a vision. "Oh, man," he suddenly exclaimed, "you don"t know how I worship her!"
And then abruptly he realized what he had said and to whom, and flushed darkly, averting his look.
Max got to his feet, and faced him across the table. "You"ve got to worship her always," he said, and in his voice there throbbed some remote echo as of an imprisoned pa.s.sion deep in his hidden soul.
"She"ll need the utmost you can offer."
Noel looked back at him again, and the shamed flush died away. He leaned impulsively forward, suddenly, boyishly remorseful for his churlishness.
"Max! Max, old boy! I"m an infernal brute!" he declared. "I was actually forgetting that you--that you----"