"Not unless-"
But he couldn"t make her tell him what would bring it back.
When Michael came to his father and mother to have it out with them his face had a hard, stubborn look. He was ready to fight them. He was so certain that he would have to fight. He had shown them Jules Reveillaud"s letter.
He said, "Look here, we"ve got to get it straight. It isn"t any use going on like this. I"m afraid I wasn"t very honest about Germany."
"Weren"t you?" said Anthony. "Let me see, I think you said you"d take it on your way to China and j.a.pan."
"Did I? I tried to be straight about it. I thought I was giving it a fair chance. But that was before I"d seen Reveillaud."
"Well," said Anthony, "now that you have seen him, what is it exactly that you want to do?"
Michael told him.
"You can make it easy for me. Or you can make it hard. But you can"t stop me."
"What makes you think I want to stop you?"
"Well--you want me to go into the business, though I told you years ago there was only one thing I should ever be any good at. And I see your point. I can"t earn my living at it. That"s where I"m had. Still, I think Lawrence Stephen will give me work, and I can rub along somehow."
"Without my help, you mean?"
"Well, yes. Why _should_ you help me? You"ve wasted tons of money on me as it is. Nicky"s earning his own living, and he"s got a wife, too.
Why not me?"
"Because you can"t do it, Michael."
"I can. I don"t mind roughing it. I could live on a hundred a year--or less, if I don"t marry."
"Well, I don"t mean you to try. You needn"t bother about what you can live on and what you can"t live on. It was all settled last night. Your mother and I talked it over. We don"t want you to go into the business.
We don"t want you to take work from Mr. Stephen. We want you to be absolutely free to do your own work, under the best possible conditions, whether it pays or not. Nothing in the world matters to us but your happiness. You"re to have a hundred and fifty a year when you"re living at home and two hundred and fifty when you"re living abroad. I suppose you"ll want to go abroad sometimes. I can"t give you a bigger allowance, because I have to help Nicky--"
Michael covered his face with his hands.
"Oh--don"t, Daddy. You do make me feel a rotten beast."
"We should feel rottener beasts," said Frances, "if we stood in your way."
"Then," said Michael (he was still incredulous), "you do care?"
"Of course we care," said Anthony.
"I don"t mean for me--for _it_?"
"My dear Mick," said Frances, "we care for It almost as much as we care for you. We"re sorry about Germany though. Germany was one of your father"s bad jokes."
"Germany--a joke?"
"Did you take it seriously? Oh, you silly Michael!"
"But," said Michael, "how about Daddy"s idea? He loved it."
"I loved it," said Anthony, "but I"ve given it up."
They knew that this was defeat, for Michael was top-dog. And it was also victory.
They had lost Nicholas, or thought they had lost Nicholas, by opposing him. But Michael and Michael"s affection they would have always.
Besides, Anthony hadn"t given up his idea. He had only transferred it--to his youngest son, John.
XV
It was five weeks since Nicholas"s wedding-day and Desmond had quarrelled with him three times.
First, because he had taken a flat in Aubrey Walk, with a studio inside it, instead of a house in Campden Hill Square with a studio outside it in the garden.
Then, because he had refused to go into his father"s business.
Last of all, because of Captain Drayton and the Moving Fortress.
Nicky had said that his father, who was paying his rent, couldn"t afford the house with the studio in the garden; and Desmond said Nicky"s father could afford it perfectly well if he liked. He said he had refused to go into his father"s business for reasons which didn"t concern her. Desmond pointed out that the consequences of his refusal were likely to concern her very much indeed. As for Captain Drayton and the Moving Fortress, n.o.body but a supreme idiot would have done what Nicky did.
But Nicky absolutely refused to discuss what he had done. n.o.body but a cad and a rotter would have done anything else.
In the matter of the Moving Fortress what had happened was this.
The last of the drawings was not finished until Desmond had settled down in the flat in Aubrey Walk. You couldn"t hurry Desmond. Nicky hadn"t even waited to sign his name in the margins before he had packed the plans in his dispatch box and taken them to the works, and thence, hidden under a pile of Morss estimates, to Eltham. He couldn"t rest till he had shown them to Frank Drayton. He could hardly wait till they had dined, and till Drayton, who thought he was on the track of a new and horrible explosive, had told him as much as he could about it.
Nicky gave his whole mind to Drayton"s new explosive in the hope that, when his turn came, Drayton would do as much for him.
"You know," he said at last, "the old idea of the _forteresse mobile_?
"Yes."
He couldn"t tell whether Drayton was going to be interested or not. He rather thought he wasn"t.
"It hasn"t come to anything, _has_ it?"
Drayton smiled and his eyes glittered. He knew what that excited gleam in Drayton"s eyes meant.
"No," he said. "Not yet."
And Nicky had an awful premonition of his doom.