That"s not what she wired for." He thought: "I wish people wouldn"t send their children to Newnham. It r.e.t.a.r.ds their development by ten years."
And she thought: "No. I mustn"t let him do that. For then he won"t be able to go back on me when I tell him my opinions. It would be simply trapping him. Supposing--supposing--"
She did not know that that instinctive renunciation was her answer to the question. Her honour would come first.
"Of course. Of course you had to."
"What would you do about it if you were Daddy?"
"I should send them all to blazes."
"No, but _really_ do?"
"I should do nothing. I should leave it. You"ll find that before very long there"ll be letters of apology and rest.i.tution."
"Will you come down to the office with me and tell Daddy that?"
"Yes, if you"ll come to tea with me somewhere afterwards."
(He really couldn"t be expected to do all this for nothing.)
She sent her mother to him while she put on her hat and coat. When she came down Frances was happy again.
"You see, Mummy, I was right, after all."
"You always were right, darling, all the time."
For the life of her she couldn"t help giving that little flick at her infallible daughter.
"She _is_ right--most of the time," said Drayton. His eyes covered and protected her.
Anthony was in his office, sitting before the open doors of the cabinet where he kept his samples of rare and valuable woods. The polished slabs were laid before him on the table in rows, as he had arranged them to show to a customer: wine-coloured mahogany, and golden satinwood; ebony black as jet; tulip-wood mottled like fine tortoisesh.e.l.l; coromandel wood, striped black and white like the coat of a civet cat; ghostly ba.s.swood, shining white on dead white; woods of clouded grain, and woods of shining grain, grain that showed like the slanting, splintered lines of hewn stone, like moss, like the veins of flowers, the fringes of birds" feathers, the striping and dappling of beasts; woods of exquisite grain where the life of the tree drew its own image in its own heart; woods whose surface was tender to the touch like a fine tissue; and sweet-smelling sandalwood and camphor-wood and cedar.
Anthony loved his shining, polished slabs of wood. If a man must have a business, let it be timber. Timber was a clean and fine and n.o.ble thing.
He had brought the working of his business to such a pitch of smooth perfection that his two elder sons, Michael and Nicholas, could catch up with it easily and take it in their stride.
Now he was like a sick child that has ranged all its toys in front of it and finds no comfort in them.
And, as he looked at them, the tulip-wood and the scented sandalwood and camphor-wood gave him an idea.
The Master and the Professor had both advised him to send his son Nicholas out of England for a little while. "Let him travel for six months and get the whole miserable business out of his head."
Nicky, when he gave up the Army, had told him flatly that he would rather die than spend his life sitting in a beastly office. Nicky had put it to him that timber meant trees, and trees meant forests; why, lots of the stuff they imported came from the Himalaya and the West Indies and Ceylon. He had reminded him that he was always saying a timber merchant couldn"t know enough about the living tree. Why shouldn"t he go into the places where the living trees grew and learn all about them? Why shouldn"t he be a tree-expert? Since they were specializing in rare and foreign woods, why shouldn"t he specialize in rare and foreign trees?
And the slabs of tulip-wood and scented camphor-wood and sandalwood were saying to Anthony, "Why not?" Neither he nor Frances had wanted Nicky to go off to the West Indies and the Himalaya; but now, since clearly he must go off somewhere, why not?
Drayton and Dorothy came in just as Anthony (still profoundly dejected) was saying to himself, "Reinstate him. Give him responsibility--curiosity--healthy interests. Get the whole miserable business out of his head."
It seemed incredible, after what they had gone through, that Drayton should be standing there, telling him that there was nothing in it, that there never had been any miserable business, that it was all a storm in a hysterical woman"s teacup. He blew the whole dirty nightmare to nothing with the laughter that was like Nicky"s own laughter.
Then Anthony and Drayton and Dorothy sat round the table, drafting letters to the Master and the Professor. Anthony, at Drayton"s dictation, informed them that he regretted the step they had seen fit to take; that he knew his own son well enough to be pretty certain that there had been some misunderstanding; therefore, unless he received within three days a written withdrawal of the charge against his son Nicholas, he would be obliged to remove his son Michael from the Master"s College.
The idea of removing Michael was Anthony"s own inspiration.
Drayton"s advice was that he should give Nicky his choice between Oxford and Germany, the big School of Forestry at Aschaffenburg. If he chose Germany, he would be well grounded; he could specialize and travel afterwards.
"Now _that"s_ all over," Anthony said, "you two had better come and have tea with me somewhere."
But there was something in their faces that made him consult his watch and find that "Oh dear me, no! he was afraid he couldn"t." He had an appointment at five.
When they were well out of sight he locked up his toys in his cabinet, left the appointment at five to Mr. Vereker, and went home to tell Frances about the letters he had written to Cambridge and the plans that had been made for Nicky"s future.
"He"ll choose Germany," Anthony said. "But that can"t be helped."
Frances agreed that they could hardly have hit upon a better plan.
So the affair of Nicky and "Booster"s" wife was as if it had never been.
And for that they thanked the blessed common sense and sanity of Captain Drayton.
And yet Anthony"s idea was wrecked by "Booster"s" wife. It had come too late. Anthony had overlooked the fact that his son had seventeen hours"
start of him. He was unaware of the existence of Nicky"s own idea; and he had not allowed for the stiff logic of his position.
When he drove down in his car to St. John"s Wood to fetch Nicky, he found that he had left that afternoon for Chelsea, where, Vera told him, he had taken rooms.
She gave him the address. It had no significance for Anthony.
Nicky refused to be fetched back from his rooms in Chelsea. For he had not left his father"s house in a huff; he had left it in his wisdom, to avoid the embarra.s.sment of an incredible position. His position, as he pointed out to his father, had not changed. He was as big a blackguard to-day as he was yesterday; the only difference was, that to-morrow or the next day he would be a self-supporting blackguard.
He wouldn"t listen to his father"s plan. It was a beautiful plan, but it would only mean spending more money on him. He"d be pretty good, he thought, at looking after machinery. He was going to try for a job as a chauffeur or foreman mechanic. He thought he knew where he could get one; but supposing he couldn"t get it, if his father cared to take him on at the works for a bit he"d come like a shot; but he couldn"t stay there, because it wouldn"t be good enough.
He was absolutely serious, and absolutely firm in the logic of his position. For he argued that, if he allowed himself to be taken back as though nothing had happened, this, more than anything he could well think of, would be giving Peggy away.
He sent his love to his mother and Dorothy, and promised to come out and dine with them as soon as he had got his job.
So Anthony drove back without him. But as he drove he smiled. And Frances smiled, too, when he told her.
"There he is, the young monkey, and there he"ll stay. It"s magnificent, but of course he"s an a.s.s."
"If you can"t be an a.s.s at twenty," said Frances, "when can you be?"
They said it was so like Nicky. For all he knew to the contrary his career was ruined; but he didn"t care. You couldn"t make any impression on him. They wondered if anybody ever would.
Dorothy wondered too.
"What sort of rooms has he got, Anthony?" said Frances.
"Very nice rooms, at the top of the house, looking over the river."
"Darling Nicky, I shall go and see him. What are you thinking of, Dorothy?"