"Oh, come out, mah love! I"m a-waiting foh you heah!
Doan" you keep yuh window closed to-night."
It was a c.o.o.n song which Stretton was humming over to himself. His voice dropped to a murmur, He stopped and laughed softly to himself, as though the song had very dear a.s.sociations in his thoughts. Then his voice rose again, and there was now a kind of triumph in the lilt of the song, which had nothing to do with the words--
"De stars all a-gwine put dey little ones to bed Wid dey "hush now, sing a lullaby,"
De man in de moon nod his sleepy, sleepy head, And do sandman put a little in his eye."
The words went lilting out over the quiet sea. It seemed to Stretton that they came from a lighted window just behind him, and were sung in a woman"s voice. He was standing on a lawn surrounded by high dark trees in the warmth of a summer night. He was looking out past the islets over eight miles of quiet water to the cl.u.s.tered lights of the yachts in Oban Bay. The c.o.o.n song was that which his wife had sung to him on one evening he was never to forget; and this night he had recovered its a.s.sociations. It was no longer "a mere song sung by somebody." It seemed to him, so quickly did his antic.i.p.ations for once outrun his judgment, that he had already recovered his wife.
The _Perseverance_ was moored alongside of the quay at eight o"clock in the morning, and just at that time Millie was reading a letter of condolence from Lionel Callon.
CHAPTER XIII
TONY STRETTON RETURNS TO STEPNEY
Mr. Chase left the mission quite early in the evening and walked towards his lodging. That side of his nature which clamoured for enjoyments and a life of luxury was urgent with him to-night. As he turned into his street he began to debate with himself whether he should go in search of a cab and drive westwards out of the squalor. A church clock had just struck nine; he would find his club open and his friends about the fire. Thus debating he came to his own door, and had unconsciously taken his latch-key from his pocket before he had decided upon his course. The latch-key decided him. He opened the door and went quickly up to his sitting-room. The gas was low, and what light there was came from the fire. Chase shut the door gently, and his face underwent a change. There came a glitter into his eyes, a smile to his lips. He crossed to the little cupboard in the corner and unlocked it, stealthily, even though he was alone. As he put his hand into it and grasped the decanter, something stirred in his armchair.
The back of the chair was towards him. He remained for a second or two motionless, listening. But the sound was not repeated. Chase noiselessly locked the cupboard again and came back to the fire. A man was sitting asleep in the chair.
Chase laid a hand upon his shoulder and shook him.
"Stretton," he said; and Tony Stretton opened his eyes.
"I fell asleep waiting for you," he said.
"When did you get back?" asked Chase.
"I landed at Yarmouth this morning. I came up to London this afternoon."
Chase turned up the gas and lit a cigarette.
"You have not been home, then?" he said. "There is news waiting for you there. Your father is dead!"
"I know," Stretton replied. "He died a month ago."
Mr. Chase was perplexed. He drew up a chair to the fire and sat down.
"You know that?" he asked slowly; "and yet you have not gone home?"
"No," replied Stretton. "And I do not mean to go."
Stretton was speaking in the quietest and most natural way. There was no trace in his manner of that anxiety which during the last few days had kept him restless and uneasy. He had come to his decision. Chase was aware of the stubborn persistence of his friend; and it was rather to acquire knowledge than to persuade that he put his questions.
"But why? You went away to make an independent home, free from the restrictions under which you and your wife were living. Well, you have got that home now. The reason for your absence has gone."
Stretton shook his head.
"The reason remains. Indeed it is stronger now than it was when I first left England," he answered. He leaned forward with his elbows upon his knees, gazing into the fire. The light played upon his face, and Chase could not but notice the change which these few months had brought to him. He had grown thin, and rather worn; he had lost the comfortable look of prosperity; his face was tanned. But there was more. It might have been expected that the rough surroundings amidst which Stretton had lived would leave their marks. He might have become rather coa.r.s.e, rather gross to the eye. On the contrary, there was a look of refinement. It was the long battle with his own thoughts which had left the marks. The mind was showing through the flesh. The face had become spiritualised.
"Yes, the reason remains," said Stretton. "I left home to keep my wife. We lived a life of quarrels. All the little memories, the a.s.sociations, the thousand and one small private things--ideas, thoughts, words, jokes even, which two people who care very much for one another have in common--we were losing, and so quickly; so very quickly. I can"t express half what I mean. But haven"t you seen a man and a woman at a dinner-table, when some chance sentence is spoken, suddenly look at one another just for a second, smile perhaps, at all events speak, though no word is spoken? Well, that kind of intimacy was going. I saw indifference coming, perhaps dislike, perhaps contempt; yes, contempt, just because I sat there and looked on. So I went away. But the contempt has come. Oh, don"t think I believe that I made a mistake in going away. It would have come none the less had I stayed. But I have to reckon with the fact that it has come."
Mr. Chase sat following Stretton"s words with a very close attention.
Never had Stretton spoken to him with so much frankness before.
"Go on," said Chase. "What you are saying is--much of it--news to me."
"Well, suppose that I were to go back now," Stretton resumed, "at once--do you see?--that contempt is doubled."
"No," cried Chase.
"Yes, yes," Stretton insisted. "Look at it from Millie"s point of view, not from yours, not even from mine. Look at the history of the incident from the beginning! Work it out as she would; nay," he corrected himself, remembering the letters, "as she has. I leave her when things are at their worst. That"s not all. I take half Millie"s fortune, and am fool enough to lose it right away. And that"s not all.
I stay away in the endeavour to recover the lost ground, and I continually fail. Meanwhile Millie has the dreary, irksome, exacting, unrequited life, which I left behind, to get through as best she can alone; without pleasure, and she likes pleasure----" He suddenly looked at Chase, with a challenge in his eyes. "Why shouldn"t she?" he asked abruptly. Chase agreed.
"Why shouldn"t she?" he said, with a smile. "I am not disapproving."
Stretton resumed his former att.i.tude, his former tone.
"Without friends, and she is fond of having friends about her; without any chance of gratifying her spirits or her youth! To make her life still more disheartening, every mail which reaches her from New York brings her only another instalment of my disastrous record. Work it out from her point of view, Chase; then add this to crown it all." He leaned forward towards Chase and emphasized his words with a gesture of his hand. "The first moment when her life suddenly becomes easy, and does so through no help of mine, I--the failure--come scurrying back to share it. No, Chase, no!"
He uttered his refusal to accept that position with a positive violence, and flung himself back in his chair. Chase answered quietly--
"Surely you are forgetting that it is your father"s wealth which makes her life easy."
"I am not forgetting it at all."
"It"s your father"s wealth," Chase repeated. "You have a right to share in it."
"Yes," Stretton admitted; "but what have rights to do with the question at all? If my wife thinks me no good, will my rights save me from her contempt?"
And before that blunt question Mr. Chase was silent. It was too direct, too unanswerable. Stretton rose from his chair, and stood looking down at his companion.
"Just consider the story I should have to tell Millie tonight--by George!" he exclaimed suddenly--"if I went back to-night. I start out with fifteen hundred pounds of hers to make a home and a competence; and within a few months I am working as a hand on a North Sea trawler at nineteen shillings a week."
"A story of hardships undergone for her sake," said Chase; "for that"s the truth of your story, Stretton. And don"t you think the hardships would count for ever so much more than any success you could have won?"
"Hardships!" exclaimed Stretton, with a laugh. "I think I would find it difficult to make a moving tale out of my hardships. And I wouldn"t if I could--no!"
As a fact, although it was unknown to Tony, Chase was wrong. Had Stretton told his story never so vividly, it would have made no difference. Millie Stretton had not the imagination to realise what those hardships had been. Tony"s story would have been to her just a story, calling, no doubt, for exclamations of tenderness and pity. But she could not have understood what he had felt, what he had thought, what he had endured. Deeper feelings and a wider sympathy than Millie Stretton was dowered with would have been needed for comprehension.
Stretton walked across the room and came back to the fire. He looked down at Chase with a smile. "Very likely you think I am a great fool,"
he said, in a gentler voice than he had used till now. "No doubt nine men out of ten would say, "Take the gifts the G.o.ds send you, and let the rest slide. What if you and your wife drift apart? You won"t be the only couple." But, frankly, Chase, that is not good enough. I have seen a good deal of it--the boredom, the gradual ossification. Oh no; I"m not content with that! You see, Chase," he stopped for a moment and gazed steadily into the fire; then he went on quite simply, "you see, I care for Millie very much."