"I never was more in earnest in my life. Oh, my love, my love, hasn"t it dawned on you yet what you are to me? Here"s the whole earth in a conspiracy to give you a chill, or run over you, or drench you to the skin, or cheat you out of your money, or let you die of overwork and underfeeding, and I haven"t the mere right to look after you. Why, I don"t even know if you have sense enough to put on warm things when the weather"s cold."
"d.i.c.k, you"re the most awful boy to talk to--really! How do you suppose I managed when you were away?"
"I wasn"t here, and I didn"t know. But now I"m back I"d give everything I have for the right of telling you to come in out of the rain."
"Your success too?"
This time it cost d.i.c.k a severe struggle to refrain from bad words.
"As Mrs. Jennett used to say, you"re a trial, Maisie! You"ve been cooped up in the schools too long, and you think every one is looking at you.
There aren"t twelve hundred people in the world who understand pictures.
The others pretend and don"t care. Remember, I"ve seen twelve hundred men dead in toadstool-beds. It"s only the voice of the tiniest little fraction of people that makes success. The real world doesn"t care a tinker"s--doesn"t care a bit. For aught you or I know, every man in the world may be arguing with a Maisie of his own."
"Poor Maisie!"
"Poor d.i.c.k, I think. Do you believe while he"s fighting for what"s dearer than his life he wants to look at a picture? And even if he did, and if all the world did, and a thousand million people rose up and shouted hymns to my honour and glory, would that make up to me for the knowledge that you were out shopping in the Edgware Road on a rainy day without an umbrella? Now we"ll go to the station."
"But you said on the beach----" persisted Maisie, with a certain fear.
d.i.c.k groaned aloud: "Yes, I know what I said. My work is everything I have, or am, or hope to be, to me, and I believe I"ve learnt the law that governs it; but I"ve some lingering sense of fun left,--though you"ve nearly knocked it out of me. I can just see that it isn"t everything to all the world. Do what I say, and not what I do."
Maisie was careful not to reopen debatable matters, and they returned to London joyously. The terminus stopped d.i.c.k in the midst of an eloquent harangue on the beauties of exercise. He would buy Maisie a horse,--such a horse as never yet bowed head to bit,--would stable it, with a companion, some twenty miles from London, and Maisie, solely for her health"s sake should ride with him twice or thrice a week.
"That"s absurd," said she. "It wouldn"t be proper."
"Now, who in all London to-night would have sufficient interest or audacity to call us two to account for anything we chose to do?"
Maisie looked at the lamps, the fog, and the hideous turmoil. d.i.c.k was right; but horseflesh did not make for Art as she understood it.
"You"re very nice sometimes, but you"re very foolish more times. I"m not going to let you give me horses, or take you out of your way to-night.
I"ll go home by myself. Only I want you to promise me something. You won"t think any more about that extra threepence, will you? Remember, you"ve been paid; and I won"t allow you to be spiteful and do bad work for a little thing like that. You can be so big that you mustn"t be tiny."
This was turning the tables with a vengeance. There remained only to put Maisie into her hansom.
"Good-bye," she said simply. "You"ll come on Sunday. It has been a beautiful day, d.i.c.k. Why can"t it be like this always?"
"Because love"s like line-work: you must go forward or backward; you can"t stand still. By the way, go on with your line-work. Good-night, and, for my--for my sake, take care of yourself."
He turned to walk home, meditating. The day had brought him nothing that he hoped for, but--surely this was worth many days--it had brought him nearer to Maisie. The end was only a question of time now, and the prize well worth the waiting. By instinct, once more, he turned to the river.
"And she understood at once," he said, looking at the water. "She found out my pet besetting sin on the spot, and paid it off. My G.o.d, how she understood! And she said I was better than she was! Better than she was!" He laughed at the absurdity of the notion. "I wonder if girls guess at one-half a man"s life. They can"t, or--they wouldn"t marry us."
He took her gift out of his pocket, and considered it in the light of a miracle and a pledge of the comprehension that, one day, would lead to perfect happiness. Meantime, Maisie was alone in London, with none to save her from danger. And the packed wilderness was very full of danger.
d.i.c.k made his prayer to Fate disjointedly after the manner of the heathen as he threw the piece of silver into the river. If any evil were to befall, let him bear the burden and let Maisie go unscathed, since the threepenny piece was dearest to him of all his possessions. It was a small coin in itself, but Maisie had given it, and the Thames held it, and surely the Fates would be bribed for this once.
The drowning of the coin seemed to cut him free from thought of Maisie for the moment. He took himself off the bridge and went whistling to his chambers with a strong yearning for some man-talk and tobacco after his first experience of an entire day spent in the society of a woman.
There was a stronger desire at his heart when there rose before him an unsolicited vision of the Barralong dipping deep and sailing free for the Southern Cross.
CHAPTER VIII
And these two, as I have told you, Were the friends of Hiawatha, Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind.
--Hiawatha.
TORPENHOW was paging the last sheets of some ma.n.u.script, while the Nilghai, who had come for chess and remained to talk tactics, was reading through the first part, commenting scornfully the while.
"It"s picturesque enough and it"s sketchy," said he; "but as a serious consideration of affairs in Eastern Europe, it"s not worth much."
"It"s off my hands at any rate.... Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine slips altogether, aren"t there? That should make between eleven and twelve pages of valuable misinformation. Heigho!" Torpenhow shuffled the writing together and hummed--
Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, If I"d as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!
d.i.c.k entered, self-conscious and a little defiant, but in the best of tempers with all the world.
"Back at last?" said Torpenhow.
"More or less. What have you been doing?"
"Work. d.i.c.kie, you behave as though the Bank of England were behind you.
Here"s Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday gone and you haven"t done a line.
It"s scandalous."
"The notions come and go, my children--they come and go like our "baccy," he answered, filling his pipe. "Moreover," he stooped to thrust a spill into the grate, "Apollo does not always stretch his---- Oh, confound your clumsy jests, Nilghai!"
"This is not the place to preach the theory of direct inspiration,"
said the Nilghai, returning Torpenhow"s large and workmanlike bellows to their nail on the wall. "We believe in cobblers" wax. La!--where you sit down."
"If you weren"t so big and fat," said d.i.c.k, looking round for a weapon, "I"d----"
"No skylarking in my rooms. You two smashed half my furniture last time you threw the cushions about. You might have the decency to say How d"you do? to Binkie. Look at him."
Binkie had jumped down from the sofa and was fawning round d.i.c.k"s knee, and scratching at his boots.
"Dear man!" said d.i.c.k, s.n.a.t.c.hing him up, and kissing him on the black patch above his right eye. "Did ums was, Binks? Did that ugly Nilghai turn you off the sofa? Bite him, Mr. Binkie." He pitched him on the Nilghai"s stomach, as the big man lay at ease, and Binkie pretended to destroy the Nilghai inch by inch, till a sofa cushion extinguished him, and panting he stuck out his tongue at the company.
"The Binkie-boy went for a walk this morning before you were up, Torp.
I saw him making love to the butcher at the corner when the shutters were being taken down--just as if he hadn"t enough to eat in his own proper house," said d.i.c.k.
"Binks, is that a true bill?" said Torpenhow, severely. The little dog retreated under the sofa cushion, and showed by the fat white back of him that he really had no further interest in the discussion.
"Strikes me that another disreputable dog went for a walk, too," said the Nilghai. "What made you get up so early? Torp said you might be buying a horse."
"He knows it would need three of us for a serious business like that.
No, I felt lonesome and unhappy, so I went out to look at the sea, and watch the pretty ships go by."