Look here, d.i.c.k!" His voice changed abruptly. "I"m not ordering. I"m asking. That boy is a mill-stone round your neck. Let him go! He"ll be happy enough. I"ll see to that. Give him up like a dear chap! Then you"ll be free--free to chuck this absurd, farcical existence you"re leading now--free to make your own way in the world--free to marry and be happy."
d.i.c.k made a slight movement under the hand that held him, but he did not attempt to speak. The squire went on. "You can"t hope for any of those things under existing conditions. It wouldn"t be fair to ask any woman to share your present life. It would be almost an insult with this infernal incubus hanging on you. Can"t you see my point? Can"t you sacrifice your d.a.m.ned obstinacy? You"d never regret it. You"re ruining yourself, d.i.c.k.
Chance after chance has gone by, and you"ve let "em go. But you can"t afford to go on. You"re in your prime now, but let me tell you a man"s prime doesn"t last. A time will come when you"ll realize it"s too late to make a start, and you"ll look back and curse the folly that induced you to saddle yourself with a burden too heavy for you to bear."
He paused. d.i.c.k was looking straight before him with a set, grim face that gave no indication of what was pa.s.sing in his mind.
Again, more gently, the squire shook the shoulder under his hand. "I"m out to make you happy, d.i.c.k. Can"t you see it? For your mother"s sake--as well as your own. And there"s a chance coming your way now--or I"m much mistaken--which it would be madness to miss. This Miss Moore--she"s dropped from the skies, but she"s charming, she"s a lady, she"s just the woman for you. What, d.i.c.k? Think so yourself, do you? No, it"s all right, I"m not prying. But this is a chance you"ll never get again. And you can"t ask her, you can"t have the face to ask her, as long as you keep that half-witted creature dangling after you. It wouldn"t be right, man, even if she"d have you. Look the thing in the face, and you"ll be the first to say so! It would be a hopeless handicap to any marriage--an insurmountable obstacle to happiness, hers as well as yours. Don"t tell me you can"t see it! You know it. You know you"ve no right to ask any woman to share a burden of that kind with you. It would be manifestly unfair--iniquitous. There! I"ve done. I"ve never spoken my mind to this extent before. I"ve hoped--I"ve always hoped--the wretched boy would die. But he hasn"t. That sort never does. He"ll live for ever. And it"s a d.a.m.ned shame that you should sacrifice yourself to him any longer. For heaven"s sake let him go!"
He ceased to speak, and there fell a silence so tense, so electric, that it seemed as if it must mask something terrible. d.i.c.k"s face was still immovable, but he had the look of a man who endures unutterable things.
He had flinched once--and only once--during the squire"s speech, and that was at the first mention of Juliet. But for the rest he had stood quite rigid, as he stood now, his lips tightly compressed, his eyes looking straight before him.
He came out of his silence at last with a movement so sudden that it was as if he flung aside some weight that threatened to overwhelm him. The arrested vitality flashed back into his face. He threw back his head with a smile, and looked the squire in the face.
"You haven"t left me a leg to stand on, sir," he said. "But all the same--I stand. There"s nothing more to be said except--may I pay for the window?"
Fielding"s hand dropped from his shoulder. He flung round fiercely and tramped to the window, swearing inarticulately.
d.i.c.k"s black brows went up again to a humorous angle. He pursed his lips, but he did not whistle.
"Do you realize that my wife might have been killed?" Fielding growled at last.
"Oh, quite," said d.i.c.k. "I"m glad she wasn"t. Ought I to congratulate her?"
"Oh, don"t be so d.a.m.n funny!" Fielding jingled the money in his pocket irritably. "You won"t laugh when I turn you out."
"I wonder," said d.i.c.k.
Fielding turned sharply round upon him. "You behave as if you don"t care what I do," he said, an ugly scowl on his face. "Or perhaps you think I won"t or can"t--do it."
"No, sir," d.i.c.k spoke deliberately, and though he still smiled his eyes held the squire"s with unmistakable determination. "I"m sure you can do it. I"m equally sure you won"t. And I"m surest of all that I shouldn"t care a d.a.m.n if you did."
"You wouldn"t care!" The squire looked furious for a moment, then he sneered. "Oh, wouldn"t you, my friend? We shall see. You"d better go now--before I have you kicked out."
d.i.c.k"s shoulders jerked with a swift tightening of the muscles. His eyes gleamed with a fierce light though his smile remained. "I"ll lay you even odds," he said, "that if you want that done, you"ll have to do it yourself."
"I"m equal to it!" flashed the squire. "You"d better not try me too far!"
"I won"t try you at all, sir," d.i.c.k suddenly relaxed again. He went to him with a pacific hand held out. "Good-bye! I"m going--now."
Fielding looked at him, looked at the extended hand, paused for a long moment, finally took it.
"Don"t want to quarrel with me, eh?" he said.
"Not without cause," said d.i.c.k.
Fielding gripped the firm, lithe hand, looking at him hard and straight. "You"re very cussed," he said slowly. "I wish I"d had the upbringing of you."
d.i.c.k laughed. "Well, you"ve meddled in my affairs as long as I can remember, sir. I don"t know anyone who has had as much to do with me as you have."
"And precious little satisfaction I"ve got out of it," grumbled the squire. "You"ve always been a kicker." He broke off as a knock came at the door, and turned away with an impatient fling. "Who is it? Come in!"
The door opened. Juliet stood on the threshold. The evening light fell full upon her. She was dressed in cloudy grey that fell about her in soft folds. Her face was flushed, but quite serene.
"Mrs. Fielding wants to know if you have forgotten dinner," she said.
The squire"s face changed magically. He smiled upon Juliet. "Come in, Miss Moore! You"ve met this pestilent pedagogue before, I think."
"Just once or twice," said Juliet, coming forward.
"How is the ankle?" said Green.
She smiled at him without embarra.s.sment. "Oh, better, thank you. It was only a wrench."
"Hurt yourself?" questioned Fielding.
"No, no. It"s really nothing. I slipped in the park and nearly sprained my ankle--just not quite," said Juliet. "And Mr. Green very kindly helped me into shelter before the storm broke."
"Did he?" said the squire and looked at Green searchingly. "Well, Mr.
Green, you"d better stay and dine as you are here."
"You"re very kind," d.i.c.k said. "I don"t know whether I ought. I"m not dressed."
"Of course you ought!" said Fielding testily. "Come on and wash! Your clothes won"t matter--we"re alone. That is, if Miss Moore doesn"t object to sitting down with blue serge."
"I have no objection whatever," said Juliet. She was looking from one to the other with a slightly puzzled expression.
"What is it?" said Fielding, pausing.
His look was kindly. Juliet laughed. "I don"t know. I feel as I felt that day you caught me trespa.s.sing. Am I trespa.s.sing, I wonder?"
"No!" said Fielding and Green in one breath.
She swept them a deep Court courtesy.
"Thank you, gentlemen! With your leave I will now withdraw."
The squire was at the door. He bowed her out with ceremony, watched her cross the hall, then sharply turned his head. Green was watching her also, but, keen as the twist of a rapier in the hand of a practised fencer, his eyes flashed to meet the squire"s.
Fielding smiled grimly. He motioned him forward, gripped him by the arm, and drew him out of the ream. They mounted the shallow oak stairs side by side.
At the top in a tense whisper Fielding spoke. "Don"t you be a fool, Richard! Don"t you be a d.a.m.n" fool!"
d.i.c.k"s laugh had in it a note that was not of mirth. "All right, sir, I"ll do my best," he said.
It was a drawn battle, and they both knew it. By tacit consent neither referred to the matter again.
CHAPTER IV