"I don"t know," said Doggie. "I"ve had nothing to do with such people.
Perhaps you might go and speak to him."
"No, I won"t do that. I tell you what, Peddle," said Oliver brightly.
"You lure him out into the stable yard with a great hunk of pie--he adores pie--and tell him to sit there and eat it till I come. Tell him I said so."
"I"ll see what can be done, sir," said Peddle.
"I don"t mean to be inhospitable," said Doggie, after the butler had gone, "but why do you take this extraordinary person about with you?"
"I wanted him to see Durdlebury and Durdlebury to see him. Do it good," replied Oliver. "Now, what about my proposition? Out there of course you"ll be my guest. Put yourself in charge of Chipmunk and me for eight months, and you"ll never regret it. What Chipmunk doesn"t know about ships and drink and hard living isn"t knowledge. We"ll let you down easy--treat you kindly--word of honour."
Doggie being a man of intelligence realized that Oliver"s offer arose from a genuine desire to do him some kind of service. But if a friendly bull out of the fullness of its affection invited you to accompany him to the meadow and eat gra.s.s, what could you do but courteously decline the invitation? This is what Doggie did. After a further attempt at persuasion, Oliver grew impatient, and picking up his hat stuck it on the side of his head. He was a simple-natured, impulsive man. Peggy"s spirited attack had caused him to realize that he had treated Doggie with unprovoked rudeness; but then, Doggie was such a little worm. Suddenly the great scheme for Doggie"s regeneration had entered his head, and generously he had rushed to begin to put it into execution. The pair were his blood relations after all. He saw his way to doing them a good turn. Peggy, with all her go--exemplified by the manner in which she had gone for him--was worth the trouble he proposed to take with Doggie. It really was a handsome offer. Most fellows would have jumped at the prospect of being shown round the Islands with an old hand who knew the whole thing backwards, from company promoting to beach-combing. He had not expected such a point-blank, bland refusal. It made him angry.
"I"m really most obliged to you, Oliver," said Doggie finally. "But our ideals are so entirely different. You"re primitive, you know. You seem to find your happiness in defying the elements, whereas I find mine in adopting the resources of civilization to circ.u.mvent them."
He smiled, pleased with his little epigram.
"Which means," said Oliver, "that you"re afraid to roughen your hands and spoil your complexion."
"If you like to put it that way--symbolically."
"Symbolically be hanged!" cried Oliver, losing his temper. "You"re an effeminate little rotter, and I"m through with you. Go on and wag your tail and sit up and beg for biscuits----"
"Stop!" shouted Doggie, white with sudden anger which shook him from head to foot. He marched to the door, his green silk dressing-gown flapping round his legs, and threw it wide open. "This is my house.
I"m sorry to have to ask you to get out of it."
Oliver looked intently for a few seconds into the flaming little dark eyes. Then he said gravely:
"I"m a beast to have said that. I take it all back. Good-bye!"
"Good day to you," said Doggie; and when the door was shut he went and threw himself, shaken, on the couch, hating Oliver and all his works more than ever. Go about barefoot and swab decks! It was Bedlam madness. Besides being dangerous to health, it would be excruciating discomfort. And to be insulted for not grasping at such martyrdom. It was intolerable.
Doggie stayed away from the Deanery all that day. On the morrow he heard, to his relief, that Oliver had returned to London with the unedifying Chipmunk. He took Peggy for a drive in the Rolls-Royce, and told her of Oliver"s high-handed methods. She sympathized. She said, however:
"Oliver"s a rough diamond."
"He"s one of Nature"s non-gentlemen," said Doggie.
She laughed and patted his arm. "Clever lad!" she said.
So Doggie"s wounded vanity was healed. He confided to her some of his difficulties as to the peac.o.c.k and ivory room.
"Bear with the old paper for my sake," she said. "It"s something you can do for me. In the meanwhile, you and I can put our heads together and design a topping scheme of decoration. It"s not too early to start in right now, for it"ll take months and months to get the house just as we want."
"You"re the best girl in the world," said Doggie; "and the way you understand me is simply wonderful."
"Dear old thing," smiled Peggy; "you"re no great conundrum."
Happiness once more settled on Doggie Trevor. For the next two or three days he and Peggy tackled the serious problem of the reorganization of Denby Hall. Peggy had the large ideas of a limited though acute brain, stimulated by social ambitions. When she became mistress of Denby Hall, she intended to reverse the invisible boundary that included it in Durdlebury and excluded it from the County. It was to be County--of the fine inner Arcanum of County--and only Durdlebury by the grace of Peggy Trevor. No "durdling," as Oliver called it, for her. Denby Hall was going to be the very latest thing of September, 1915, when she proposed, the honeymoon concluded, to take smart and startling possession. Lots of Mrs. Trevor"s rotten old stuffy furniture would have to go. Marmaduke would have to revolutionize his habits. As she would have all kinds of jolly people down to stay, additions must be made to the house. Within a week after her engagement she had devised all the improvements. Marmaduke"s room, with a great bay thrown out, would be the drawing-room. The present drawing-room, nucleus of a new wing, would be a dancing-room, with parquet flooring; when not used for tangos and the fashionable negroid dances, it would be called the morning-room; beyond that there would be a billiard-room. Above this first floor there could easily be built a series of guest chambers. As for Marmaduke"s library, or study, or den, any old room would do. There were a couple of bedrooms overlooking the stable yard which thrown into one would do beautifully.
With feminine tact she dangled these splendours before Doggie"s infatuated eyes, instinctively choosing the opportunity of his grat.i.tude for soothing treatment. Doggie telegraphed for Sir Owen Julius, R.A., Surveyor to the Cathedral, the only architect of his acquaintance. The great man sent his partner, plain John Fox, who undertook to prepare a design.
Mr. Fox came down to Durdlebury on the 28th of July. There had been a lot of silly talk in the newspapers about Austria and Serbia, to which Doggie had given little heed. There was always trouble in the Balkan States. Recently they had gone to war. It had left Doggie quite cold.
They were all "Merry Widow," irresponsible people. They dressed in queer uniforms and picturesque costumes, and thought themselves tremendously important, and were always squabbling among themselves and would go on doing it till the day of Doom. Now there was more fuss. He had read in the _Morning Post_ that Sir Edward Grey had proposed a Conference of the Great Powers. Only sensible thing to do, thought Doggie. He dismissed the trivial matter from his mind. On the morning of the 29th he learned that Austria had declared war on Serbia. Still, what did it matter?
Doggie had held aloof from politics. He regarded them as somewhat vulgar. Conservative by caste, he had once, when the opportunity was almost forced on him, voted for the Conservative candidate of the const.i.tuency. European politics on the grand scale did not arouse his interest at all. England, save as the wise Mentor, had nothing to do with them. Still, if Russia fought, France would have to join her ally. It was not till he went to the Deanery that he began to contemplate the possibility of a general European war. For the next day or two he read his newspapers very carefully.
On Sat.u.r.day, the 1st of August, Oliver suddenly reappeared, proposing to stay over the Bank Holiday. He brought news and rumours of war from the great city. He had found money very tight, Capital with a big C impossible to obtain. Every one told him to come back when the present European cloud had blown over. In the opinion of the judicious, it would not blow over. There was going to be war, and England could not stay out of it. The Sunday morning papers confirmed all he said.
Germany had declared war on Russia. France was involved. Would Great Britain come in, or for ever lose her honour?
That warm beautiful Sunday afternoon they sat on the peaceful lawn under the shadow of the great cathedral. Burford brought out the tea-tray and Mrs. Conover poured out tea. Sir Archibald and Lady Bruce and their daughter Dorothy were there. Doggie, impeccable in dark purple. Nothing clouded the centuries-old serenity of the place. Yet they asked the question that was asked on every quiet lawn, every little sc.r.a.p of shaded garden throughout the land that day: Would England go to war?
And if she came in, as come in she must, what would be the result? All had premonitions of strange shifting of destinies. As it was yesterday so it was to-day in that gracious shrine of immutability. But every one knew in his heart that as it was to-day so would it not be to-morrow. The very word "war" seemed as out of place as the suggestion of h.e.l.l in Paradise. Yet the throb of the War Drum came over the broad land of France and over the sea and half over England, and its echo fell upon the Deanery garden, flung by the flying b.u.t.tresses and piers and towers of the grey cathedral.
On the morning of Wednesday, the 5th of August, it thundered all over the Close. The ultimatum to Germany as to Belgium had expired the night before. We were at war.
"Thank G.o.d," said the Dean at breakfast, "we needn"t cast down our eyes and slink by when we meet a Frenchman."
CHAPTER V
The first thing that brought the seriousness of the war home to Doggie was a letter from John Fox. John Fox, a major in a Territorial regiment, was mobilized. He regretted that he could not give his personal attention to the proposed alterations at Denby Hall. Should the plans be proceeded with in his absence from the office, or would Mr. Trevor care to wait till the end of the war, which, from the nature of things, could not last very long? Doggie trotted off to Peggy. She was greatly annoyed.
"What awful rot!" she cried. "Fox, a major of artillery! I"d just as soon trust you with a gun. Why doesn"t he stick to his architecture?"
"He"d be shot or something if he refused to go," said Doggie. "But why can"t we turn it over to Sir Owen Julius?"
"That old archaeological fossil?"
Peggy, womanlike, forgot that they had approached him in the first place.
"He"d never begin to understand what we want. Fox hinted as much. Now Fox is modern and up to date and sympathetic. If I can"t have Fox, I won"t have Sir Owen. Why, he"s older than Dad! He"s decrepit. Can"t we get another architect?"
"Do you think, dear," said Doggie, "that, in the circ.u.mstances, it would be a nice thing to do?"
She flashed a glance at him. She had woven no young girl"s romantic illusions around Marmaduke. Should necessity have arisen, she could have furnished you with a merciless a.n.a.lysis of his character. But in that a.n.a.lysis she would have frankly included a very fine sense of honour. If he said a thing wasn"t quite nice--well, it wasn"t quite nice.
"I suppose it wouldn"t," she admitted. "We shall have to wait. But it"s a rotten nuisance all the same."
Hundreds of thousands of not very intelligent, but at the same time by no means unpatriotic, people, like Peggy, at the beginning of the war thought trivial disappointments rotten nuisances. We had all waxed too fat during the opening years of the twentieth century, and, not having a spiritual ideal in G.o.d"s universe, we were in danger of perishing from Fatty Degeneration of the Soul. As it was, it took a year or more of war to cure us.
It took Peggy quite a month to appreciate the meaning of the mobilization of Major Fox, R.F.A. A brigade of Territorial artillery flowed over Durdlebury, and the sacred and sleepy meadows became a ma.s.s of guns and horse-lines and men in khaki, and waggons and dingy canvas tents--and the old quiet streets were thick with unaccustomed soldiery. The Dean called on the Colonel and officers, and soon the house was full of eager young men holding the King"s commission.
Doggie admired their patriotism, but disliked their whole-hearted embodiment of the military spirit. They seemed to have no ideas beyond their new trade. The way they clanked about in their great boots and spurs got on his nerves. He dreaded also lest Peggy should be affected by the meretricious attraction of a uniform. There were fine hefty fellows among the visitors at the Deanery, on whom Peggy looked with natural admiration. Doggie bitterly confided to Goliath that it was the "glamour of brawn." It never entered his head during those early days that all the brawn of all the manhood of the nation would be needed. We had our well-organized Army and Navy, composed of peculiarly const.i.tuted men whose duty it was to fight; just as we had our well-organized National Church, also composed of peculiarly const.i.tuted men whose duty it was to preach. He regarded himself as remote from one as from the other.