"You could."
"Then it is true--which means that you"ve ousted me. And that"s why you can afford to be so calm and Christ-like. I"ve been wondering how you"d contrived this Galilean display of charity."
"You"ve not heard me out." Tabs still spoke with friendliness. "While we were together your telegram arrived and I agreed to be the bearer of her message. But as for her second request, that I should become engaged to her, I refused that point-blank."
"You what?" The anger cleared from Braithwaite"s face, leaving the chalky mask of a tragic harlequin. When he spoke again it was humbly.
"You can"t blame me for not believing you. You jump about. You say several things which seem to point to a definite conclusion and then at the last moment you change it. I don"t know whether you do it to amuse yourself at my expense or whether it"s merely the way your mind works.
At any rate, it"s cruel--this cat and mouse game. I wish you"d be direct."
"That"s what I wish to be. You could help me if you"d ask questions."
Braithwaite sighed, wearied beyond endurance. He was becoming less like the General and more like the old dependent Braithwaite every second.
"You wanted to marry her last night, only to find she"d promised herself to me already. Then she comes to you this morning, offering herself, and you refuse her. That doesn"t make sense. Why did you refuse her?"
"Because if I"d taken her at her word, I shouldn"t have been playing fair."
At the recurrence of that phrase "playing fair," a momentary annoyance crept into Braithwaite"s eyes. "I"ve always heard," he commenced, "that in love and war----"
"Everything"s fair," Tabs ended his quotation. "Well, in this case, it isn"t. It was because she realized, after she"d promised herself to you, that in love everything isn"t fair, that she asked me to get her promise back."
"You mean as regards yourself? She"d begun to feel that she wasn"t treating you handsomely?"
"I don"t mean as regards myself. You were the cause of her change of mind."
"I!" Braithwaite"s bewilderment made him hostile. "How could I have caused her to change her mind? I parted with her after midnight; it must have been shortly after nine that she was seeing you. I held no communication with her in any shape or form during the eight or nine hours that elapsed."
"Nevertheless, you were the cause. She realized in the meanwhile that in love everything isn"t fair. It isn"t fair to ignore a young girl"s happiness in order to win her hand. You had done that; though she has no proofs, instinctively she feels it."
Braithwaite shook his head and thrust himself back with the gesture of a man whose patience is completely at an end. "I haven"t the vaguest idea what you"re hinting at."
"Then I"ll be brutally explicit. You"ve at no time told her who you were or where you came from before you made a name for yourself. You"ve evaded all her questions. You told a palpable falsehood in her presence when you insisted that you had never known me. You"re perfectly aware that, if you approached her father, all the facts about your past, which you"re suppressing, would most certainly come out. Your courting has been clandestine, behind the back of her family. It seems perfectly obvious that you"re trying to lure her into a runaway match. She has grounds for believing that you do not trust her and, because of that, although you fascinate her, she finds it impossible to trust you in return. She trusts you so little that she did not dare to risk facing you and sent me in her stead. She"s so sure that a marriage with you would be unfortunate that, in order to save herself from it, she"s willing to become engaged to me, whom she loves only as a friend. You"ll wonder why I tell you all this. It"s because I want her to be happy. If you really are the man for her, she must have you. But you"ll never have the remotest chance of winning her unless you make a clean breast----"
"If I did my chances would be at an end."
"If you believe that," Tabs sought for the most lenient words, "you know what you"re doing. You"d despise to cheat at cards, but you don"t mind cheating the woman whom you profess to love best.--And then there"s Ann."
"I"d rather not discuss Ann." The abrupt pain in Braithwaite"s tone betrayed the grumbling ache of an old wound. "I think even you will grant that there are some things in a man"s heart which are privately sacred. Ann lies entirely outside the bounds of all justifiable interference on your part."
It took an effort for Tabs to bring himself to break down the barrier of reticence which this depth of feeling had imposed. "I"m sorry, General, but I can"t agree with you." He waited for the expected protest. When it did not come, he carried on reluctantly, "I have a high regard for Ann.
She"s one of my household and that makes me responsible for her to an extent. I can"t allow her to be tortured any longer with suspense--she"s had more than three years of this horrid nightmare, hovering between hope and dread. Every day of the three years has been unnecessary.
Whether you break or keep your promise to her is your concern. Whether she takes action against you when she knows the truth, is hers. But she has the right to know. To see that she knows comes within the bounds of any decent man"s justifiable interference. One of us must tell her; the news would come with less grace from myself. But for you to wriggle out of your dilemma with silence, while she goes on breaking her heart, is cowardly--just as cowardly as if you"d deserted in the face of the enemy. I"ve no doubt you"ve sentenced more than one poor wretch to be shot at sunrise for doing that."
Tabs pulled out his watch. He had said everything. So far as he was concerned the conversation was at an end. It was nearly three o"clock.
Time had traveled quickly. He was surprised at the lateness of the hour.
Now that his intentness was relaxed, he let his gaze wander. The room was nearly empty. Most of the gay little ladies who had chattered across the tables to their recently recovered lovers or husbands, had tripped away to continue their spree of celebration at a matinee or in an orgy of shopping. Those who were left were putting on their wraps or sipping the last of their coffee under the reproachful eyes of waiters. Across the window in a brown-gray streak flowed the wind-flecked highway of the Thames.
Braithwaite beckoned for his bill. After the humiliation of what had been said it irked Tabs to have to see him pay it. The trend of the conversation had helped to strip him of the arrogance of his military honors. The mercenary subserviency of the man who handed him his account, seemed to arouse him to the landslide that had taken place in his self-esteem. He made a conscious effort to pull himself together.
While he waited for his change, he broke the silence.
"I believe you meant well by coming here. It would be foolish for me to pretend that I"m altogether grateful--grateful for your way of expressing most of the things that we"ve discussed together. At the same time, Lord Taborley, I owe you an apology if at any point I"ve misjudged your intentions. As regards Ann, you err in justice when you hold me accountable for all the causes of her tragedy. Both she and I, and Miss Beddow for the matter of that, are the victims of circ.u.mstances. It"s scarcely my fault that I"ve outgrown Ann; I"m no more to blame for that than Terry is for having fallen in love with a man who was your servant.
_I_ didn"t make the war. _I_ didn"t promote myself from a valet to a General. _I_ didn"t even consciously allure Terry. She fascinates me as much as I fascinate her: I fought against her fascination at first.--But to get back to Ann, I let her slip out of my life because I wanted to spare her. I thought it would be easier for her to believe me dead than to be told that she was--was discarded. I couldn"t be expected to foresee that she would display this awkward loyalty of hoping. I didn"t know what had happened to her. She"s a good-looking girl; I"d pictured her as married to a man of her own cla.s.s, until you flung this bombsh.e.l.l at me. I"m not callous. Don"t misapprehend me. I can still think of her with tenderness. But as for ever treating her again as my equal---- It would be as impossible for me to resume the old relations with her as it would be for your Lordship to commence them." He waited for some word of criticism or encouragement. When Tabs only nodded non-committally, he proceeded more slowly. "I don"t know what I"m going to do. I"m fully aware, now that the war is ended, that as a has-been General who rose from the ranks, I have no marketable value. I have no specialized training to offer to a commercial world which calls for experts. The only knowledge that I have to sell is the old knowledge that you used to purchase. My house of cards has collapsed. To be unwisely frank, my financial resources are limited to little more than my war-gratuity."
"And yet you"re anxious to marry Terry," Tabs suggested; "to marry her without letting her know about any of these handicaps of which she would have to share the penalty."
Braithwaite"s head went up with a soldierly jerk. The bleak look came into his eyes. He was "Steely Jack" at that moment. "I have the confidence to believe," he said proudly, "that I shall go as far in peace as I did in war. Never to own that you"re beaten, never to squeal when you"re hurt, never to retreat from a position when once it has been captured must count back here for as much as it did out there. In France I had the reputation for never losing an inch of trench. I don"t intend to lose an inch of trench now. My back is to the wall. For the present I can"t afford to do anything gratuitously charitable; by the smallest waste of energy I may defeat myself. To hold any correspondence with Ann at this moment might mean the slamming in my own face of every door of opportunity. I"ll do my stretcher-bearing when I"ve won; not a second before."
Against his will, while he listened, the unscrupulous valor of the man stirred Tabs to admiration. Only the after-event could prove whether this verbal display of fireworks was only bombast. "And so that"s your ultimatum?" he asked with disquieting sanity.
"Yes, if that"s what you call it."
The waiter had returned with the receipted bill. Braithwaite was picking up the change. Not looking at Tabs he said, "A few minutes ago you were consulting your watch. I believe you have an engagement."
"I have. But if we can arrive at any more definite conclusion by talking longer, I"ll skip it. It"s of no importance."
Braithwaite glanced up. "Not to you, perhaps; but it may be to her."
With that he commenced to lead the way out, choosing a winding path through the maze of tables. Not until they were traversing the great gold and crimson lounge, with its ornate furnishings, did Tabs catch up with him to ask his question. "How did you know about my engagement and whether it was important or not?"
Braithwaite answered carelessly, "It"s with Maisie, isn"t it? I heard Terry suggest to her that she should make it. She"s a nice little woman.
I shouldn"t like to be the cause of her disappointment. She was looking forward----" The rest was lost as a flunkey requested the registered number of whatever Tabs had left in the cloak-room.
While they waited for the hat and cane to be produced, Tabs made a last attempt to persuade the General to commit himself to some promised course of action. "No one would be more pleased to see you succeed than myself. I"m not trying to hamper you. Neither is Terry; but she insists that unless things are to terminate between you, she must know the truth. Frankness with Terry necessitates frankness with Ann. You"ll never succeed, however great your courage, unless you start with your honor solvent. Ann"s beneath you, you say--that"s why you"ve outgrown her. It"s not my business to dispute the fact. I didn"t want to introduce the cla.s.s view of things; but, by the same showing, you"re beneath Terry. She"s young to-day: through a lifetime she might outgrow _you_. She"s as much your social superior as you claim to be Ann"s.
You"ve discarded Ann on the ground of inequality of rank. In your case Terry"s family have a perfect right to raise the same objection."
"Not at all." The answer came like the crack of a whip. Braithwaite drew himself up with the pride of one who had moved men like p.a.w.ns across the checker-board of life and death. "The two cases afford no parallel. Ann and Terry have remained in the social stations to which they were born, while I--I stand outside all such ready-made, rule of thumb cla.s.sifications. By sheer impetus of personality I have lifted myself out of the rut, so that not even you, with all your omniscience, dare prophesy how far I am going or where I shall end."
It was plain that further talk would be useless. "I"m afraid I must be going," Tabs said. "I wish you very good luck. I hope we part friends.
And of course you understand that I now consider myself entirely free to do my utmost to win Terry for myself."
He extended his hand. Braithwaite made no motion to take it. He held himself erect as if prepared for an affront. His tones were icy when he spoke. "Before I shake hands with you, Lord Taborley, I have to know what you mean by your utmost. With so many playing-cards out against me, I don"t stand the ghost of a show unless---- Perhaps I have no right to expect it; I never asked quarter from any man. I was going to say, unless you intend to be gallant----"
Tabs pocketed his hand and turned to limp into the sunlit thunder of the Strand. "The merciful receive mercy, General. Perhaps we shall shake hands some other day. How gallant I am depends entirely upon yourself."
V
He emerged into the swollen thoroughfare, where the traffic roared and jostled like a torrent through a mountain gorge towards the broader freedom of Trafalgar Square. He turned westward, walking swiftly for the first hundred yards, rather fearing that he might be followed. Then he slowed down; swift walking made his limp too painfully obvious.
He was dissatisfied with both himself and Braithwaite. He felt as though he had gone to meet some one in a wood and had heard only the muttering of a voice and the rustle of retreating footsteps. "If I had only seen his face," he thought.
In recalling Braithwaite, he found himself picturing two persons, of both of whom he had had separate and distinct glimpses: the one the loyal man, who in years gone by had served him faithfully and shared so many of his adventures; the other the arrogant, red-tabbed superior, who had stolen his happiness without warning. It was impossible to resolve the two into one. The first he still regarded with affection. The second---- He had never allowed himself to hate any one. Hatred he held to be back of breeding--a weak man"s subterfuge for acknowledging self-distrust. Because he had come so near to hating, he accused himself of censoriousness. "If I had only seen his face--the real man beneath the pretense--I might have understood and helped him," he muttered.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Tabs extended his hand. Braithwaite made no motion to take it._]
And now he was going to a fresh encounter where even more sympathy would be required. It would be easy to condemn Maisie P. Lockwood. On a superficial judgment she merited nothing else. Three husbands in four and a half years, plus a risky flirtation with a married man were not the credentials of an honorable character. If he followed the advice of Sir Tobias Beddow, he would seek to a.s.sess her price at once. But he had never been accustomed to regard women in that light--as a s.e.x whose virtue could be inflated or depressed by the increase or shrinkage of a balance at the bank. Actually he knew very little about women; riding as a knight-errant, with the wonder in his eyes of the mystery that might surprise him round the luck of any corner, he had never given himself much time to learn. His ideas about women were Tennysonian. He liked to believe that they were free from temptations, more true in their emotions, more generous in their affections, more unerring and unstained than men. He extended to them all the reverent tenderness with which he regarded his mothers memory. In this he saw nothing quixotic; to him the most hoydenish girl was a potential mother, whose body possessed a sacredness quite apart from herself as a slim, adventurous ark which would bear the future of the race across the deluge of the ages. He knew, as a matter of fact, that all women were invariably neither saints nor angels; but he clung to his chivalrous superst.i.tion as a man prays, though he receives no answers to his prayers. To the recorded cynicism of experimenters in temptation he flung back the challenge of a sadder cynic, "We"re all in the gutter; but some of us are looking at the stars."
So in this matter of Maisie, he argued, she couldn"t be as shallow as her history would indicate. She was Terry"s friend; that, in itself, was a proof of goodness. Terry had been so anxious for him to meet and comprehend her that she had gone behind his back to prompt the appointment. Well, he would make a better job of this second interview than he had of the one that was just ended. He must approach it, at any rate, without prejudice.