"What do you mean by--practically to give you?"
"The man said lend. But my name is good for even more than you supposed, since he knows, and I know, that I can offer him no security."
"How can he tell, then, that you"ll ever pay it back?"
"He can"t tell. That"s just it."
"And can you tell?" She let the lump of sugar fall with a circle of tiny eddies into the cup of tea.
"I can tell--up to a point." His tone indicated some abatement of enthusiasm.
"Up to what point?"
"Up to the point that I"ll pay it back--if I can. That"s all he asks. As a matter of fact, he doesn"t seem to care."
She handed him his cup. "Isn"t that a very queer way to lend money?"
"Of course it"s queer. That"s why I"m telling you. That"s what makes it so remarkable--such a--tribute--to me, I dare say that sounds fatuous, but--"
"It doesn"t sound fatuous so much as--"
"So much as what?"
The distress gathering in her eyes prepared him for her next words before she uttered them.
"Papa, I shouldn"t think you"d take it."
He stared at her dully. Her perspicacity disconcerted him. He had expected to bolster up the ruins of his honor by her delighted acquiescence. He had not known till now how much he had been counting on the justification of her relief. It was a proof, however, of the degree to which his own initiative had failed him that he cowered before her judgment, with little or no protest.
"I haven"t said I"d take it--positively."
"Naturally. Of course you haven"t."
He dabbled the spoon uneasily in his tea, looking downcast. "I don"t quite see that," he objected, trying to rally his pluck, "why it should be--naturally."
"Oh, don"t you? To me it"s self-evident. We may have lost money, but we"re still not--recipients of alms."
"This wasn"t alms. It was four hundred and fifty thousand dollars."
She was plainly awe-struck. "That"s a great deal; but I supposed it would be something large. And yet the magnitude of the sum only makes it the more impossible to accept."
"Y-es; of course--if you look at it in that way." He put back his cup on the table untasted.
"Surely it"s the only way to look at it? Aren"t you going to drink your tea?"
"No, I think not. I"ve had enough. I"ve--I"ve had enough--of everything."
He sank back wearily into the depths of his arm-chair. The glitter had pa.s.sed from his eyes; he looked ill. He had clearly not enough courage to make a stand for what he wanted. She could see how cruelly he was disappointed. After all, he might have accepted the money and told her nothing about it! He had taken her into his confidence because of that need of expansion that had often led him to "give away" what a more crafty man would have kept to himself. She was profiting by his indiscretion to make what was already so hard for him still harder.
Sipping her tea slowly, she turned the subject over and over in her mind, seeking some ground on which to agree with him.
She did this the more conscientiously, since she had often reproached herself with a fixity of principle that might with some show of reason be called too inflexible. Between right and wrong other people, especially the people of her "world," were able to see an infinitude of shadings she had never been able to distinguish. She half accepted the criticism often made of her in Paris and London that her Puritan inheritance had given an inartistic rigidity to her moral prospect. It inclined her to see the paths of life as ruled and numbered like the checker-board plan of an American city, instead of twisting and winding, quaintly and picturesquely, with round-about evasions and astonishing short-cuts, amusing to explore, whether for the finding or the losing of the way, as in any of the capitals long trodden by the feet of men.
Between the straight, broad avenues of conduct, well lighted and well defined, there lay apparently whole regions of byways, in which those who could not easily do right could wander vaguely, without precisely doing wrong, following a line that might be termed permissible. Into this tortuous maze her spirit now tried to penetrate, as occasionally, to visit some historic monument, she had plunged into the slums of a medieval town.
It was an exercise that brought her nothing but a feeling of bewilderment. Having no sense of locality for this kind of labyrinth, she could only turn round and round confusedly. All she could do, when from the drooping of her father"s lids she feared he was falling off to sleep, leaving the question unsettled, was to say, helplessly:
"I suppose you"ll be sorry now for having told me."
He lifted his long lashes, that were like a girl"s, and looked at her.
The minutes that had pa.s.sed had altered his expression. There was again a sparkle of resolve, perhaps of relief, in his glance. Without changing his position, he spoke drowsily, and yet rea.s.suringly, like a man with a large and easy grasp of the situation. She was not sure whether it was a renewal of confidence on his part or a bit of acting.
"No, dear, no. I wanted to get your point of view. It"s always interesting to me. I see your objections--of course. I may say that I even shared some of them--till--"
She allowed him a minute in which to resume, but, as he kept silence, she ventured to ask:
"Does that mean that you don"t share them now?"
"I see what there is to be said--all round. It isn"t to be expected, dear, that you, as a woman, not used to business--"
"Oh, but I didn"t understand that this _was_ business. That"s just the point. To borrow money might be business--to borrow it on security, you know, or whatever else is the usual way--but not to take it as a present."
He jerked himself up into a forward posture. When he replied to her, it was with didactic, explanatory irritation.
"When I said that, I was legitimately using language that might be called exaggerated. Hyperbole is, I believe, the term grammarians use for it. I didn"t expect you, dear, to take me up so literally. It isn"t like you. You generally have more imagination. As a matter of fact, Davenant"s offer was that of a loan--"
"Oh! So it was--that man?"
"Yes; it was he. He expressly spoke of it as _a loan_. I myself interpreted it as a gift simply to emphasize its extraordinary generosity. I thought you"d appreciate that. Do you see?"
"Perfectly, papa; and it"s the extraordinary generosity that seems to me just what makes it impossible. Why should Mr. Davenant be generous to us? What does he expect to gain?"
"I had that out with him. He said he didn"t expect to gain anything."
"And you believed him?"
"Partly; though I suppose he has something up his sleeve. It wasn"t my policy to question him too closely about that. It"s not altogether my first concern. I need the money."
"But you don"t need the money--in that way, papa?"
"I need it in any way. If Davenant will let me have it--especially on such terms--I"ve no choice but to take it."
"Oh, don"t, papa. I"m sure it isn"t right. I--I don"t like him."
"Pff! What"s that got to do with it? This is business."
"No, papa. It"s not business. It"s a great deal more--or a great deal less--I don"t know which."
"You don"t know anything about it at all, dear. You may take that from me. This is a man"s affair. You really _must_ leave it to me to deal with it." Once more he fell back into the depth of his arm-chair and closed his eyes. "If you don"t mind, I think I should like a little nap.
What have you got so especially against Davenant, anyhow?"