"If that"s true, old Lorry," said he slowly, "I"m sorrier than I can tell you."
"Then--_come along_!" Lorimer looked waked up at last. He laid a persuasive hand on Richard"s arm.
There was a moment of tensity. Then:
"If I should do it," said Richard, regarding steadily a dog in the road some hundred yards ahead, "would you feel any respect whatever for me?"
"Dead loads of it, I a.s.sure you."
"Sure of that?"
"Why not?"
"Be honest. Would you?"
"You promised me first," said Lorimer.
"I know I did. Such idle promises to play don"t count when real life asks for work--it"s no good reminding me of that promise. Answer me straight, now, Lorry--on your honour. If I should give in and go with you, you"d rejoice for a little, perhaps. Then, some day, when you and I were lying on deck, you"d look at me and think of me--against your will--I don"t say it wouldn"t be against your will--you"d think of me as a quitter. And you wouldn"t like me quite as well as you do now. Eh? Be honest."
Lorimer was silent for a minute. Then, to Richard"s surprise, he gave an a.s.senting grunt, and followed it up with a reluctant, "Hang it all, I suppose you"re right. But I"m badly disappointed, just the same. We"ll let that go."
And let it go they did, parting, when they reached town, with the friendliest of grips, and a new, if not wholly comprehended, interest between them. As for Richard, he felt, somehow, as if he had nailed his flag to the mast!
CHAPTER XIX
IN THE MORNING
"By George, Carson, what do you think"s happened now?"
Richard Kendrick had come into the store"s little office like a thunderbolt.
"Well, Mr. Kendrick?"
"Benson"s down with typhoid. Came back with it from the trip to Chicago.
What do you think of that?"
"I thought he was looking a little seedy before he went. Well, well, that"s too bad. Right in the May trade, too. Is he pretty sick?"
"So the doctor says. He"s been keeping up on that trip when he ought to have been in bed. He"s in bed now, all right. I took him in with a nurse to the City Hospital on the 10:40 Limited; stretcher in the baggage-car."
"Don"t see where he got typhoid around here at this time of year," mused Carson.
"n.o.body sees, but that doesn"t matter. He has it, and it"s up to us to pull him through--and to get along without him."
They sat down to talk it over. While they were at it the telephone came into the discussion with a summons of Richard to a long-distance connection. To his amazement, when communication was established between himself and his distant interlocutor, clear and vibrant came to him over the wire a voice he had dreamed of but had not heard for four months:
"Mr. Kendrick?"
"Yes. Is it--it isn"t--"
"This is Miss Gray. Mr. Kendrick, your grandfather wants you very much, at our home. He has had an accident."
"An accident? What sort of an accident? Is he much hurt, Miss Gray?"
"We can"t tell yet. He fell down the porch steps; he had been calling on Uncle Calvin. He--is quite helpless, but the doctor thinks there are no bones broken. Doctor Thomas wouldn"t allow Mr. Kendrick to be moved, so we have him here with a nurse. He is very anxious to see you."
"I"ll be there as soon as I can get there in the car. I think I can make it quicker than by train at this hour. Thank you for calling me, Miss Gray. Please--give my love to grandfather and tell him I"m coming."
"I will, Mr. Kendrick. I--we are all--so sorry. Good-bye."
Richard turned back to Carson with an anxious face. The manager was on his feet, concern in his manner.
"Something happened to old Mr. Kendrick, Mr. Richard?"
"A fall--can"t move--wants me right away. It never rains but it pours, Carson--even in May. I thought Benson"s illness was the worst thing that could happen to us, but this is worse yet. I"ll have to leave everything to you to settle while I run down to the old gentleman. A fall, Carson--isn"t that likely to be pretty serious at his age?"
"Depends on what caused it, I should say," Carson answered cautiously.
"If it was any kind of shock--"
"Oh--it can"t be that!" Richard Kendrick"s voice showed his alarm at the thought. "Grandfather"s been such an active old chap--no superfluous fat--he"s not at all a high liver--takes his cold plunge just as he always has. It can"t be that! But I"m off to see. Good-bye, Carson. I"ll "phone you when I know the situation. Meanwhile--wish grandfather safely out of it, will you?"
"Of course I will; I think a great deal of Mr. Kendrick. Good-bye--and don"t worry about things here." Carson wrung his employer"s hand, then went out with him to the curb, where the car stood, and saw him off. "He really cares," he was thinking. "n.o.body could fake that anxiety. He doesn"t want the old man to die--and he"s his heir--to millions. Well, I like him better than ever for it. I believe if I got typhoid he"d personally carry me to the hospital or do any other thing that came into his head. Well, now it"s for me to find a competent salesman for this May sale that"s on with such a rush. It"s going to be hard to manage without Benson."
The long, low car had never made faster time to the city, and it was in the early dusk that it came to a standstill before the porch of the Gray home. Doors and windows were wide open, lights gleamed everywhere, but the house was very quiet. The car had stolen up as silently as a car of fine workmanship may in these days of motor perfection, but it had been heard, and Mrs. Robert Gray came out to meet Richard before he could ring.
"My dear Mr. Richard," she said, pressing his hand, her face very grave and sweet, "you have come quickly. I am glad, for we are anxious. Your grandfather has dropped into a strange, drowsy state, from which it seems impossible to rouse him. But I hope you may be able to do so. He has wanted you from the first moment."
"Tell me which way to go," cried Richard, under his breath. "Is he upstairs?"
She kept her hold upon his hand, and he gripped it tight as she led him up the stairs. It was as if he felt a mother"s clasp for the first time since his babyhood and could not let it go.
"In here," she indicated softly, and the young man went in, his head bent, his lips set.
Two hours afterward he came out. She was waiting for him, though it was midnight. Louis and Stephen were waiting, too, and they in turn grasped his hand, their faces pitiful for the keen grief they saw in his. Then Mrs. Gray took him down to the porch, where the warm May night folded them softly about. She sat down beside him on a wide settle.
"He is all I have in the world!" cried Richard Kendrick. "If he goes--"
He could not say more, and, turning, put his arms down upon the back of the seat and his head upon them. Great, tearless sobs shook him. Mrs.
Gray laid her kind hand upon his shoulder, and spoke gentle, motherly words--a few words, not many--and kept her hand there until he had himself under control again.
By and by Mrs. Stephen Gray came out with a little tray upon which was set forth a simple lunch, daintily served. The young man tried to eat, to show her how much this touched him, but succeeded in swallowing only a portion of the delicate food. Then he got up. "You are all so good,"
said he gratefully. "You have helped me more than I can tell you. I will go back now. I want to stay with him to-night, if you will allow me."
They gave him a room across the hall from that in which his grandfather lay, but he did not occupy it. All night he sat, a silent figure on the opposite side of the bed from that where the nurse was on guard. His grandfather"s regular physician was in attendance the greater part of the night at his request, though there seemed nothing to do but await the issue. Another distinguished member of the profession had seen the case in consultation early in the evening, and the two had found themselves unable between them to discover a remote possibility of hope.