CHAPTER IV.
A PARAGRAPH IN "THE STANDARD."
Max did not stay long with his friend, but made the excuse that he was half asleep, after a few minutes" rather desultory conversation, to go back to his hotel.
It was with the greatest reluctance that he left his friend alone; but Dudley had given him intimations, in every look and tone and movement, that he wished to be by himself; and this fact increased the heaviness of heart with which Max, full of forebodings on his friend"s account, had gone reluctantly down the creaking stairs.
Again and again Max asked himself, during his short walk from Lincoln"s Inn to Arundel Street, why he had not had the courage to put a question or two straightforwardly to Dudley. As a matter of fact, however, the reason was simple enough. The relative positions of the two men had been suddenly reversed, and neither of them, as yet, felt easy under the new conditions.
Dudley, the hard-working student, the rising barrister, the abstemious, thoughtful, rather silent man to whom Max had looked up with respect and affection, had suddenly sunk, during the last few hours, by some unaccountable and mysterious means, to far below Max"s own modest level.
It was he, the careless fellow whom Dudley had formerly admonished, who had that evening been the sober, the temperate, the taciturn one; it was he who had watched the other, been solicitous for him, trembled for him.
Max could not understand. He lay awake worrying himself about his friend, feeling Dudley"s fall more acutely than he would have felt his own, and did not fall asleep until it was nearly daylight.
In these circ.u.mstances he overslept himself, and it was eleven o"clock before he found himself in the hotel coffee-room, waiting for his breakfast.
He was in the act of pouring out his coffee, when his name, uttered behind him in a familiar voice, made him start. The next moment Dudley Horne stood by his side, and holding out his hand with a smile, seated himself on the chair beside him.
"I--I--I overslept myself this morning," stammered Max.
He was in a state of absolute bewilderment. Not only had the new Dudley of the previous night disappeared, with his alternate depression and feverish high spirits, his furtive glances, his hoa.r.s.e and altered voice, but the old Dudley, who had returned, seemed happier and livelier than usual.
"Town and its wicked ways don"t agree with you, my boy, nor do they with me. If I were in your shoes, I shouldn"t tread the streets of Babylon more than once a twelvemonth."
"You think that now," returned Max, "because you see more than enough of town."
"Well, I"m not going to see much more of it at present," retorted Dudley. "This afternoon I"m off again down to Datton, and I came to ask whether you were coming down with me."
"I thought you had had a row, at least a misunderstanding of some sort, with--with my father?"
"Why, yes, so I had," replied Dudley, serenely, as he took a newspaper out of his pocket and folded it for reading. "But I"ve written to him already this morning, explaining things, and telling him that I propose to come down to The Beeches this evening. He"ll get it before I turn up, I should think, for I posted it at six o"clock this morning."
"Why, what were you doing at six o"clock in the morning?" said Max, in a tone of bewilderment, as before. "Didn"t you go to bed at all last night?"
"No," answered Dudley, calmly. "I had some worrying things to think about, and so I took the night to do it in."
A slight frown pa.s.sed over his face as he spoke, but it disappeared quickly, leaving him as placid as before.
"About one of the things I can consult you, Max. You know something about it, I suppose. Do you think I have any chance with Doreen?"
Max stared at him again.
"You must be blind if you haven"t seen that you have," he said, at last, in a sort of m.u.f.fled voice, grudgingly. He moved uneasily in his seat, and added, in a hurried manner: "But, I say, you know, Dudley, after last night, I--I want to ask you something myself. I"m Doreen"s brother, though I"m not much of a brother for such a nice girl as she is.
And--and--what on earth did you think of going to Liverpool for _with a woman_? I"ve a right to ask that now, haven"t I?"
Max blurted out these words in a dogged tone, not deterred from finishing his sentence by the fact that Dudley"s face had grown white and hard, and that over his whole att.i.tude there had come a rapid change.
There was a pause when the younger man had finished. Dudley kept his eyes down, and traced a pattern on the table-cloth with a fork, while Max looked at him furtively. At last Dudley looked up quickly and asked, in a tone which admitted of no prevarication in the answer he demanded:
"You have been playing the spy upon me, I see. Tell me just how much you saw."
It was such a straightforward way of coming to the point that Max, taken aback, but rather thankful that the ground was to be cleared a little, answered at once without reserve:
"I did play the spy. It was enough to make me. I saw the hansom waiting outside your door last night; the cabman mistook me for you, and told me the lady had walked away. I couldn"t help putting that together with what you had told me about seeing a friend off to Liverpool, and, perhaps, going there yourself. Now, who could have helped it?"
Dudley did not at once answer. He just glanced inquiringly at the face of Max while he went on tracing the pattern on the cloth.
"You didn"t see the lady," he said at last, not in a questioning tone, but with conviction.
"No."
"Well, if you had seen her you would have been satisfied that it was not her charms which were leading me astray," said he, with a faint smile.
"Are you satisfied now, or do you still consider," he went on with a slight tone of mockery in his voice, "that my character requires further investigation before you can accept me for a brother-in-law?"
Max moved uneasily again.
"What rot, Horne!" said he, impatiently. "You know very well I"ve always wanted you to marry Doreen. I"ve said so, lots of times. I still say it was natural I should want to understand your queer goings-on last night.
And now--and now--"
"And now that you don"t understand them any better than before, you are ready to take it for granted it"s all right?" broke in Dudley, with the same scoffing tone as before.
Max grew very red, began to speak, glanced at Dudley, and got up.
"Yes, I suppose that"s about the size of it," said he, stiffly.
"And are you going down with me to-night? I can catch the seven o"clock train."
"Oh, yes, I suppose so. I"ll meet you at Charing Cross."
Max"s enthusiasm on his friend"s behalf had been much damped by his behavior, and he gave him a nod, turned on his heel and left him without another word. He gave up trying to understand the mystery which hung about Dudley, and left it to Doreen and to his father to unravel.
The two young men did not meet again, therefore, until seven that evening, when they took their seats in the same smoking-carriage. Max felt quite glad that the presence of a couple of strangers prevented any talk of a confidential sort between himself and Dudley, who on his side seemed perfectly contented to puff at his pipe in silence.
Dudley"s letter had evidently been received, and well received, for at the station the two friends found the dog-cart waiting to take them the mile and a half which lay between the station and The Beeches.
At the house itself, too, the front door flew open at their approach, and Mr. Wedmore himself stood in the hall to welcome them.
Queenie was there. Mr. Wedmore was there. But there was never a glimpse of Doreen.
"I got your letter, my dear boy," began Mr. Wedmore, holding out his hand with so much heartiness that it was plain he was delighted to be able to forgive his old friend"s son, "and I am very glad, indeed, that you have found your way back to us so soon. I am heartily glad to hear that the worries which have been making you depressed lately are over--heartily glad. And so, I am sure," added he, with a significant smile, "Doreen will be."
"Thank you, sir," said Dudley. "You are very kind, very indulgent. I am not ungrateful, I a.s.sure you."
Max, behind them, was listening with attentive ears. He did not feel so sure as his father seemed to be that all was now well with Dudley.
"Where"s Doreen?" he asked his younger sister.