"Don"t be a fool! Take your grips back to your room, and don"t let"s have any more nonsense. Finish up that report from Brazil; and if you handle it right, I"ll take you into the office where you"ll be away from the women folks."
Thomas" heart went down in despair.
"Mrs. Killigrew can find another secretary for the bureau. I shan"t say a word to her, and I"ll see that Kitty doesn"t. You"ve had your breakfast. Go and finish up that report. Williams," Killigrew called to the second man, "take Mr. Webb"s grips up to his rooms. I"ll see you later, Thomas," and Killigrew made off for the breakfast-room, where he chuckled at odd times, much to his wife"s curiosity. But he shook his head when she quizzed him.
"You agree with me, Molly, don"t you, that Kitty shall marry when and where she pleases?"
"Certainly, Daniel. I don"t believe in ready-made matches."
"No more do I. Molly, old girl, I"ve slathers of money. I could quit now; but I"m healthy and can"t play all day. Got to work some of the time. Every one around here shall do as they please. And,"--slyly--"if Kitty should want to marry Thomas . . ."
"Thomas?"
"Anything against the idea?"
"But Thomas couldn"t take care of Kitty."
"H"m."
"And Kitty wouldn"t marry a man who couldn"t."
"Some truth In that. At present Thomas couldn"t support an idea. But there"s makings in the boy, give a man time and nothing else to do.
There"s one thing, though; Thomas seems to have the gift of picking out the chaff when it comes to men. A man who can spot a man is worth something to somebody. Where Thomas" niche is, however, I can"t tell to date. He"ll never get on socially; he has too much regard for other people"s feelings."
"And no tact."
"A poor man needs a good deal of that." Killigrew began paring his fourth chop-bone. He hadn"t enjoyed himself so much in months. Thomas had kissed Kitty and hadn"t wanted to!
It would take a philosopher to dig up the reason for that; or rather a clairvoyant, since philosophers dealt only with logical sequences, and there was nothing logical to Killigrew"s mind in Thomas kissing Kitty when he hadn"t wanted to!
CHAPTER XVIII
Sugar, coffee and spices. Thomas dipped his pen into the inkwell and went to work. Were all American fathers mad? To condone an affront like this! He could not understand these Americans. He had approached Killigrew with far more courage than the latter suspected. Thomas had read that here men still shot each other on slight provocation. Sugar, coffee and spices. . . . Sao Paulo and valorization committee . . .
10,000,000 bags. What should he do? Whither should he turn? To have offered that affront . . . for nothing! Kitty, whom he revered above all women save one, his mother! . . . Sugar, coffee and spices. Rio number seven, 7 1/2 to 13 1/2 cents. Leaks in the roasting business. . . . Apologize? On his knees, if need be. Caught like a rat in a trap; done for; at the end of his rope. Why hadn"t he taken to his heels when he had had the chance? Gone at once to New York and sent for his belongings? . . . Sugar, coffee and spices. . . . The pen slipped from his fingers, and he laid his head on his arms.
Monumental a.s.s!
Up suddenly, alert eyed. There was a telephone-booth in the hall.
This he sought noiselessly. He remained hidden in the booth for as long as twenty minutes. Then he emerged, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. For the time being he was saved. But he was very miserable.
Sugar, coffee and spices again. Doggedly he recommenced the transcription, adding, deducting, comparing. He heard a slight noise by the portiere, and raised his eyes. Kitty stood there like a picture in a frame; pale, calm of eye.
He was on his feet quickly. "Miss Killigrew, I apologize for my unwarranted rudeness. I did not mean it as you thought I did"--which would have made any other woman furious.
"I know it," said Kitty to herself. "You wanted an excuse to run away.
All my conjectures are true. I believe I have you, Mr. Thomas, right in the hollow of my hand." To Thomas, however, she was a presentiment of cold and silent indignation.
He blundered on. "You have all been so kind to me . . . I am sorry.
I am also quite ready to stay or go, whichever you say."
"We shall say no more about it," she replied coldly; turned on her trim little heels and went out into the rose gardens, where she found fault with the head gardener; and on to the stables, where she rated the head groom for not exercising her favorite mount; and back to the villa, where she upset the cook by ordering a hearty breakfast which she could not eat; and all the time striving to smother her generous impulses and the queer little thrills which stirred in her heart.
Guests began to arrive a little before luncheon. A handsome yacht joined Killigrew"s in the offing. Laughter and music began to be heard about the villa.
Thomas took his doc.u.ments and retired to his room, hoping they would forget all about him. He had luncheon there. About four o"clock he looked out of the window toward the beach. They were in bathing; half a dozen young men and women. The diving-raft bobbed up and down. Only yesterday she had tried to teach him how to swim. After all, he was only a bally haberdasher"s clerk; he would never be anything more than that.
More guests for dinner, which Thomas also had in his room, despite Killigrew"s protests. The villa would be filled for a whole week, and a merry dance he would have to avoid the guests. At nine, just as he was on the point of going to bed, the second man knocked for admittance.
"Miss Killigrew wishes you to come aboard the visiting yacht at ten, sir."
"Offer Miss Killigrew my excuses. I am very tired."
"Miss Killigrew was decided, sir. Her father"s orders. He wishes you to meet his resident partner in Rio Janeiro. Mr. Killigrew and Mr.
Savage will be in the smoke-room forward, sir."
"Very well. Tell Miss Killigrew that I shall come aboard."
"Thank you, sir. The motor-boat will be at the jetty at nine-thirty, sir." The servants about the Killigrew home understood Thomas"
position. They had known young honorables who had served as private secretaries.
A formal command. There was no way of avoiding it. Resignedly Thomas got into his evening clothes. They might smile at his pumps, the hang of his coat, but there would be no question over the correctness of his collar and cravat. He was very bitter against the world, and more especially against Thomas Webb, late of Hodman, Pelt and Company, "haberdashers to H. H. the Duke of" and so forth and so on.
All the way down to the motor-boat his new pumps sang "Fool-fool!
Rotter-rotter!" He climbed the yacht"s ladder and ran into Kitty and her guests, exactly as she had arranged he should.
"Mr. Webb," she said; and immediately began introducing him, leaving Lord Henry Monckton until the last. A cl.u.s.ter of lights made the spot as bright as day.
Thomas bowed politely and Lord Monckton smiled amiably.
"Mr. Killigrew is in the smoking-room?" Thomas inquired.
"Yes."
Thomas bowed again, indirectly toward the guests and walked away. Lord Monckton commented on the beauty of the night.
And Kitty caught the gasp between her teeth, lest it should be heard.
Fog!
CHAPTER XIX
"Rather hot for this time of day," volunteered Lord Monckton, sliding into the Morris chair at the side of Thomas" desk and dangling his legs over the arm.
"Yes, it is," agreed Thomas, folding a sheet of paper and placing the little ivory elephant paper-weight upon it.