"Well," sighed the wife, "I could almost wish the right one, as you call her, would reject Tom, I dislike her so much."
"Ah, now you"re talking business, Anna," said her husband, with his hands spread behind the back he turned comfortably to the fire. "The whole Lapham tribe is distasteful to me. As I don"t happen to have seen our daughter-in-law elect, I have still the hope--which you"re disposed to forbid me--that she may not be quite so unacceptable as the others."
"Do you really feel so, Bromfield?" anxiously inquired his wife.
"Yes--I think I do;" and he sat down, and stretched out his long legs toward the fire.
"But it"s very inconsistent of you to oppose the matter now, when you"ve shown so much indifference up to this time. You"ve told me, all along, that it was of no use to oppose it."
"So I have. I was convinced of that at the beginning, or my reason was. You know very well that I am equal to any trial, any sacrifice, day after to-morrow; but when it comes to-day it"s another thing. As long as this crisis decently kept its distance, I could look at it with an impartial eye; but now that it seems at hand, I find that, while my reason is still acquiescent, my nerves are disposed to--excuse the phrase--kick. I ask myself, what have I done nothing for, all my life, and lived as a gentleman should, upon the earnings of somebody else, in the possession of every polite taste and feeling that adorns leisure, if I"m to come to this at last? And I find no satisfactory answer. I say to myself that I might as well have yielded to the pressure all round me, and gone to work, as Tom has."
Mrs. Corey looked at him forlornly, divining the core of real repugnance that existed in his self-satire.
"I a.s.sure you, my dear," he continued, "that the recollection of what I suffered from the Laphams at that dinner of yours is an anguish still.
It wasn"t their behaviour,--they behaved well enough--or ill enough; but their conversation was terrible. Mrs. Lapham"s range was strictly domestic; and when the Colonel got me in the library, he poured mineral paint all over me, till I could have been safely warranted not to crack or scale in any climate. I suppose we shall have to see a good deal of them. They will probably come here every Sunday night to tea. It"s a perspective without a vanishing-point."
"It may not be so bad, after all," said his wife; and she suggested for his consolation that he knew very little about the Laphams yet.
He a.s.sented to the fact. "I know very little about them, and about my other fellow-beings. I dare say that I should like the Laphams better if I knew them better. But in any case, I resign myself. And we must keep in view the fact that this is mainly Tom"s affair, and if his affections have regulated it to his satisfaction, we must be content."
"Oh yes," sighed Mrs. Corey. "And perhaps it won"t turn out so badly.
It"s a great comfort to know that you feel just as I do about it."
"I do," said her husband, "and more too."
It was she and her daughters who would be chiefly annoyed by the Lapham connection; she knew that. But she had to begin to bear the burden by helping her husband to bear his light share of it. To see him so depressed dismayed her, and she might well have reproached him more sharply than she did for showing so much indifference, when she was so anxious, at first. But that would not have served any good end now.
She even answered him patiently when he asked her, "What did you say to Tom when he told you it was the other one?"
"What could I say? I could do nothing, but try to take back what I had said against her."
"Yes, you had quite enough to do, I suppose. It"s an awkward business.
If it had been the pretty one, her beauty would have been our excuse.
But the plain one--what do you suppose attracted him in her?"
Mrs. Corey sighed at the futility of the question. "Perhaps I did her injustice. I only saw her a few moments. Perhaps I got a false impression. I don"t think she"s lacking in sense, and that"s a great thing. She"ll be quick to see that we don"t mean unkindness, and can"t, by anything we say or do, when she"s Tom"s wife." She p.r.o.nounced the distasteful word with courage, and went on: "The pretty one might not have been able to see that. She might have got it into her head that we were looking down on her; and those insipid people are terribly stubborn. We can come to some understanding with this one; I"m sure of that." She ended by declaring that it was now their duty to help Tom out of his terrible predicament.
"Oh, even the Lapham cloud has a silver lining," said Corey. "In fact, it seems really to have all turned out for the best, Anna; though it"s rather curious to find you the champion of the Lapham side, at last.
Confess, now, that the right girl has secretly been your choice all along, and that while you sympathise with the wrong one, you rejoice in the tenacity with which the right one is clinging to her own!" He added with final seriousness, "It"s just that she should, and, so far as I understand the case, I respect her for it."
"Oh yes," sighed Mrs. Corey. "It"s natural, and it"s right." But she added, "I suppose they"re glad of him on any terms."
"That is what I have been taught to believe," said her husband. "When shall we see our daughter-in-law elect? I find myself rather impatient to have that part of it over."
Mrs. Corey hesitated. "Tom thinks we had better not call, just yet."
"She has told him of your terrible behaviour when you called before?"
"No, Bromfield! She couldn"t be so vulgar as that?"
"But anything short of it?"
XXI.
LAPHAM was gone a fortnight. He was in a sullen humour when he came back, and kept himself shut close within his own den at the office the first day. He entered it in the morning without a word to his clerks as he pa.s.sed through the outer room, and he made no sign throughout the forenoon, except to strike savagely on his desk-bell from time to time, and send out to Walker for some book of accounts or a letter-file. His boy confidentially reported to Walker that the old man seemed to have got a lot of papers round; and at lunch the book-keeper said to Corey, at the little table which they had taken in a corner together, in default of seats at the counter, "Well, sir, I guess there"s a cold wave coming."
Corey looked up innocently, and said, "I haven"t read the weather report."
"Yes, sir," Walker continued, "it"s coming. Areas of rain along the whole coast, and increased pressure in the region of the private office. Storm-signals up at the old man"s door now."
Corey perceived that he was speaking figuratively, and that his meteorology was entirely personal to Lapham. "What do you mean?" he asked, without vivid interest in the allegory, his mind being full of his own tragi-comedy.
"Why, just this: I guess the old man"s takin" in sail. And I guess he"s got to. As I told you the first time we talked about him, there don"t any one know one-quarter as much about the old man"s business as the old man does himself; and I ain"t betraying any confidence when I say that I guess that old partner of his has got pretty deep into his books. I guess he"s over head and ears in "em, and the old man"s gone in after him, and he"s got a drownin" man"s grip round his neck. There seems to be a kind of a lull--kind of a dead calm, I call it--in the paint market just now; and then again a ten-hundred-thousand-dollar man don"t build a hundred-thousand-dollar house without feeling the drain, unless there"s a regular boom. And just now there ain"t any boom at all. Oh, I don"t say but what the old man"s got anchors to windward; guess he HAS; but if he"s GOIN" to leave me his money, I wish he"d left it six weeks ago. Yes, sir, I guess there"s a cold wave comin"; but you can"t generally "most always tell, as a usual thing, where the old man"s concerned, and it"s ONLY a guess." Walker began to feed in his breaded chop with the same nervous excitement with which he abandoned himself to the slangy and figurative excesses of his talks. Corey had listened with a miserable curiosity and compa.s.sion up to a certain moment, when a broad light of hope flashed upon him. It came from Lapham"s potential ruin; and the way out of the labyrinth that had hitherto seemed so hopeless was clear enough, if another"s disaster would befriend him, and give him the opportunity to prove the unselfishness of his constancy. He thought of the sum of money that was his own, and that he might offer to lend, or practically give, if the time came; and with his crude hopes and purposes formlessly exulting in his heart, he kept on listening with an unchanged countenance.
Walker could not rest till he had developed the whole situation, so far as he knew it. "Look at the stock we"ve got on hand. There"s going to be an awful shrinkage on that, now! And when everybody is shutting down, or running half-time, the works up at Lapham are going full chip, just the same as ever. Well, it"s his pride. I don"t say but what it"s a good sort of pride, but he likes to make his brags that the fire"s never been out in the works since they started, and that no man"s work or wages has ever been cut down yet at Lapham, it don"t matter WHAT the times are. Of course," explained Walker, "I shouldn"t talk so to everybody; don"t know as I should talk so to anybody but you, Mr. Corey."
"Of course," a.s.sented Corey.
"Little off your feed to-day," said Walker, glancing at Corey"s plate.
"I got up with a headache."
"Well, sir, if you"re like me you"ll carry it round all day, then. I don"t know a much meaner thing than a headache--unless it"s earache, or toothache, or some other kind of ache I"m pretty hard to suit, when it comes to diseases. Notice how yellow the old man looked when he came in this morning? I don"t like to see a man of his build look yellow--much." About the middle of the afternoon the dust-coloured face of Rogers, now familiar to Lapham"s clerks, showed itself among them.
"Has Colonel Lapham returned yet?" he asked, in his dry, wooden tones, of Lapham"s boy.
"Yes, he"s in his office," said the boy; and as Rogers advanced, he rose and added, "I don"t know as you can see him to-day. His orders are not to let anybody in."
"Oh, indeed!" said Rogers; "I think he will see ME!" and he pressed forward.
"Well, I"ll have to ask," returned the boy; and hastily preceding Rogers, he put his head in at Lapham"s door, and then withdrew it.
"Please to sit down," he said; "he"ll see you pretty soon;" and, with an air of some surprise, Rogers obeyed. His sere, dull-brown whiskers and the moustache closing over both lips were incongruously and illogically clerical in effect, and the effect was heightened for no reason by the parchment texture of his skin; the baldness extending to the crown of his head was like a baldness made up for the stage. What his face expressed chiefly was a bland and beneficent caution. Here, you must have said to yourself, is a man of just, sober, and prudent views, fixed purposes, and the good citizenship that avoids debt and hazard of every kind.
"What do you want?" asked Lapham, wheeling round in his swivel-chair as Rogers entered his room, and pushing the door shut with his foot, without rising.
Rogers took the chair that was not offered him, and sat with his hat-brim on his knees, and its crown pointed towards Lapham. "I want to know what you are going to do," he answered with sufficient self-possession.
"I"ll tell you, first, what I"ve done," said Lapham. "I"ve been to Dubuque, and I"ve found out all about that milling property you turned in on me. Did you know that the G. L. & P. had leased the P. Y. & X.?"
"I some suspected that it might."
"Did you know it when you turned the property in on me? Did you know that the G. L. & P. wanted to buy the mills?"
"I presumed the road would give a fair price for them," said Rogers, winking his eyes in outward expression of inwardly blinking the point.
"You lie," said Lapham, as quietly as if correcting him in a slight error; and Rogers took the word with equal sang froid. "You knew the road wouldn"t give a fair price for the mills. You knew it would give what it chose, and that I couldn"t help myself, when you let me take them. You"re a thief, Milton K. Rogers, and you stole money I lent you." Rogers sat listening, as if respectfully considering the statements. "You knew how I felt about that old matter--or my wife did; and that I wanted to make it up to you, if you felt anyway badly used. And you took advantage of it. You"ve got money out of me, in the first place, on securities that wa"n"t worth thirty-five cents on the dollar, and you"ve let me in for this thing, and that thing, and you"ve bled me every time. And all I"ve got to show for it is a milling property on a line of road that can squeeze me, whenever it wants to, as dry as it pleases. And you want to know what I"m going to do? I"m going to squeeze YOU. I"m going to sell these collaterals of yours,"--he touched a bundle of papers among others that littered his desk,--"and I"m going to let the mills go for what they"ll fetch. I ain"t going to fight the G. L. & P."