"By the way he looks at her, and that sort of thing. And she knows it, too--I can see that."
"And what does she appear to think about it?"
"What would she think about it? She has nothing against him; but of course it"ll be love"s labor lost on his side. I suppose he doesn"t know that yet, poor fellow. All she can do is to ignore the signs, and avoid him as much as possible, and not hurt his feelings. It"s a pity."
"What is?"
"That she isn"t open to--new impressions,--you know what I mean. He"s an awfully nice young man, so tall and straight,--they would look so well together."
"Edna, you amaze me!" said Larcher. "How can you want her to be inconstant? I thought you were full of admiration for her loyalty to Davenport."
"So I was, when there was a tangible Davenport. As long as we knew he was alive, and within reach, there was a hope of straightening things out between them. I"d set my heart on accomplishing that."
"I know you like to play the G.o.ddess from the machine," observed Larcher.
"She"s prematurely given to match-making," said Aunt Clara, now restored to her placidity.
"Be good, auntie, or I"ll make a match between you and Mr. Kenby,"
threatened Edna. "Well, now that the best we can hope for about Davenport is that he went away with another man"s money--"
"But I"ve told you the other man morally owed him that much money."
"That won"t make it any safer for him to come back to New York. And you know what"s waiting for him if he does come back, unless he"s got an awfully good explanation. And as for Florence"s going to him, what chance is there now of ever finding out where he is? It would either be one of those impossible countries where there"s no extradition, or a place where he"d always be virtually in hiding. What a horrid life! So I think if she isn"t going to be miserable the rest of her days, it"s time she tried to forget the absent."
"I suppose you"re right," said Larcher.
"So I came in to say that I"m going to do all I quietly can to distract her thoughts from the past, and get her to look around her. If I see any way of preparing her mind to think well of Mr. Turl, I"ll do it. And what I want of you is not to discourage him by any sort of hints or allusions--to Davenport, you understand."
"Oh, I haven"t been making any. I told him the mere fact, that"s all. I"m neither for him nor against him. I have no right to be against him--and yet, when I think of poor Davenport, I can"t bring myself to be for Turl, much as I like him."
"All right. Be neutral, that"s all I ask. How is Turl getting on with his plan of going to work?"
"Oh, he has excellent chances. He"s head and shoulders above the ruck of black-and-white artists. He makes wonderfully good comics. He"ll have no trouble getting into the weeklies, to begin with."
"Is it settled yet, about that money of his in dispute?"
"I don"t know. He hasn"t spoken of it lately."
"He doesn"t seem to care much. I"m going to do my little utmost to keep Florence from avoiding him. I know how to manage. I"m going to reawaken her interest in life in general, too. She"s promised to go for a drive with me to-morrow. Do you want to come along?"
"I jump at the chance--if there"s room."
"There"ll be a landau, with a pair. Aunt Clara won"t come, because Mr.
Kenby"s coming, and she doesn"t love him a little bit."
"Neither do I, but for the sake of your society--"
"All right. I"ll get the Kenbys first, and pick you up here on the way to the park. You can take Mr. Kenby off our hands, and leave me free to cheer up Florence."
This a.s.signment regarding Mr. Kenby had a moderating effect on Larcher"s pleasure, both at that moment and during the drive itself. But he gave himself up heroically to starting the elder man on favorite topics, and listening to his discourse thereon. He was rewarded by seeing that Edna was indeed successful in bringing a smile to her friend"s face now and then. Florence was drawn out of her abstracted air; she began to have eyes for the scenes around her. It was a clear, cold, exhilarating afternoon. In the winding driveways of the park, there seemed to be more than the usual number of fine horses and pretty women, the latter in handsome wraps and with cheeks radiant from the frosty air. Edna was adroit enough not to prolong the drive to the stage of numbness and melancholy. She had just ordered the coachman to drive home, when the rear of the carriage suddenly sank a little and a wheel ground against the side. Edna screamed, and the driver stopped the horses. People came running up from the walks, and the words "broken axle" went round.
"We shall have to get out," said Larcher, leading the way. He instantly helped Florence to alight, then Edna and Mr. Kenby.
"Oh, what a nuisance!" cried Edna. "We can"t go home in this carriage, of course."
"No, miss," said the driver, who had resigned his horses to a park policeman, and was examining the break. "But you"ll be able to pick up a cab in the avenue yonder. I"ll send for one if you say so."
"What a bore!" said Edna, vexatiously.
Several conveyances had halted, for the occupants to see what the trouble was. From one of them--an automobile--a large, well-dressed man strode over and greeted Larcher with the words:
"How are you? Had an accident?"
It was Mr. Bagley. Larcher briefly answered, "Broken axle."
"Well," said Edna, annoyed at being the centre of a crowd, "I suppose we"d better walk over to Fifth Avenue and take a cab."
"You"re quite welcome to the use of my automobile for your party," said Bagley to Larcher, having swiftly inspected the members of that party.
As Edna, hearing this, glanced at Bagley with interest, and at Larcher with inquiry, Larcher felt it was his cue to introduce the newcomer. He did so, with no very good grace. At the name of Bagley, the girls exchanged a look. Mr. Kenby"s manner was gracious, as was natural toward a man who owned an automobile and had an air of money.
"I"m sorry you"ve had this break-down," said Bagley, addressing the party collectively. "Won"t you do me the honor of using my car? You"re not likely to find an open carriage in this neighborhood."
"Thank you," said Edna Hill, chillily. "We can"t think of putting you out."
"Oh, you won"t put _me_ out. There"s n.o.body but me and the chauffeur. My car holds six people. I can"t allow you to go for a carriage when mine"s here waiting. It wouldn"t be right. I can set you all down at your homes without any trouble."
During this speech, Bagley"s eyes had rested first on Edna, then on Mr.
Kenby, and finally, for a longer time, on Florence. At the end, they went back to Mr. Kenby, as if putting the office of reply on him.
"Your kindness is most opportune, sir," said Mr. Kenby, mustering cordiality enough to make up for the coldness of the others. "I"m not at my best to-day, and if I had to walk any distance, or wait here in the cold, I don"t know what would happen."
He started at once for the automobile, and there was nothing for the girls to do, short of prudery or haughtiness, but follow him; nor for Larcher to do but follow the girls.
Bagley sat in front with the chauffeur, but, as the car flew along, he turned half round to keep up a shouting conversation with Mr. Kenby. His glance went far enough to take in Florence, who shared the rear seat with Edna. The spirits of the girls rose in response to the swift motion, and Edna had so far recovered her merriment by the time her house was reached, as to be sorry to get down. The party was to have had tea in her flat; but Mr. Kenby decided he would rather go directly home by automobile than wait and proceed otherwise. So he left Florence to the escort of Larcher, and remained as Mr. Bagley"s sole pa.s.senger.
"That was _the_ Mr. Bagley, was it?" asked Florence, as the three young people turned into the house.
"Yes," said Larcher. "I ought to have got rid of him, I suppose. But Edna"s look was so imperative."
"I didn"t know who he was, then," put in Edna.
"But after all, there was no harm in using his automobile."
"Why, he as much as accused Murray Davenport of absconding with his money," said Florence, with a reproachful look at Edna.
"Oh, well, he couldn"t understand, dear. He only knew that the money and the man were missing. He could think of only one explanation,--men like that are so unimaginative and businesslike. He"s a bold, coa.r.s.e-looking creature. We sha"n"t see anything more of him."
"I trust not," said Larcher; "but he"s one of the pushful sort. He doesn"t know when he"s snubbed. He thinks money will admit a man anywhere. I"m sorry he turned up at that moment."