"But I don"t want it," she stammered, in some agitation.
"Perhaps not. But I want you to have it." He explained to her briefly what he had done in the matter.
"Couldn"t you give it to something?" she begged, "to some church or inst.i.tution?"
"You can, if you like. I mean to give it to you. You see, I"m not returning it with expressions of grat.i.tude, because anything I could say would be so inadequate as to be absurd."
He left his chair and came to her, with the packet in his outstretched hand. She shrank from it, rising, and retreating into the s.p.a.ce of the bay-window.
"But I don"t want it," she insisted. "I never thought of your returning it. I scarcely thought of the incident at all. It had almost pa.s.sed from my memory."
"That"s natural enough; but it"s equally natural that it shouldn"t have pa.s.sed from mine." He came close to her and offered it again. "Do take it."
"Put it on the table. Please."
"That isn"t the same thing. I want you to take it. I want to put it into your own hand, as you put it into mine."
She remembered that she had put it into his hand by closing his fingers forcibly upon it, and hastened to prevent anything of that kind now. She took it unwillingly, holding it in both hands as if it were a casket.
"That"s done," he said, with satisfaction. "You can"t imagine what a relief it is to have it off my mind."
"I"m sorry you should have felt about it like that."
"You would have felt like that yourself, if you were a man owing money to a woman--and especially a woman who was your--enemy."
"Oh!" She cowered, as if he had threatened her.
"I repeat the word," he laughed, uneasily. "Any one is my enemy who comes between me and Evie. You"ll forgive me if I seem brutal--"
"Yes, I"ll forgive you. I"ll even accept the word." She was pale and nervous, with the kind of nervousness that kept her smiling and still, but sent the queer, lambent flashes into her eyes. "Let us say it. I"m your enemy, and you pay me the money so as to feel free to strike me as hard as you can."
He kept to his laugh, but there was a forced ring in it.
"I don"t call that a fair way of putting it, but--"
"I don"t see that the way of putting it matters, so long as it"s the fact."
"It"s the fact twisted in a very ingenious fashion. I should say that--since I"m going to marry Evie--I want--naturally enough--to feel that--that"--he stammered and reddened, seeking a word that would not convey an insult--"to feel--that I--met other claims--as well as I could."
He looked her in the eyes with significant directness. His steady gaze, in which she saw--or thought she saw--glints of challenge toned down by gleams of regret, seemed to say, "Whatever I owe you other than money is out of my power to pay." She fully understood that he did not repudiate the debt; he was only telling her that since he had given all to Evie, his heart was bankrupt. What angered her and kept her silent, fearing she would say something she would afterward repent, was the implication that she was putting forth her claim for fulfilment.
He still confronted her, with an air of flying humiliation as a flag of defiance, while she stood holding the packet in both hands, when the door was pushed open, and Evie, radiant from her walk in the cold air and fine in autumn furs and plumage, fluttered in. Her blue eyes opened wide on the two in the bay-window, but she did not advance from the threshold.
"Dear me, dear me!" she twittered, in her dry little fashion, before they had time to realize the fact that she was there. "I hope I"m not interrupting you."
"Evie dear, come in." Miriam threw the packet on a table, and went forward. Ford followed, trying to regain the appearance of "just making a call."
"No, no," Evie cried, waving Miriam back. "I only came--for nothing. That is--But I"ll go away and come back again. Do you think you"ll be long? But I suppose if you have secrets--"
Her hand was on the k.n.o.b again, but Miriam caught her.
"No, darling, you must stay. You"re absurd. Mr. Strange and I were just--talking."
"Yes, so I saw. That"s why I thought I might be _de trap_. How do you do!"
She put out her left hand carelessly to Ford, her right hand still holding the k.n.o.b, and twisted her little person impatiently. Ford held her hand, but she s.n.a.t.c.hed it away. "There"s not the least reason why I should stay, do you see?" she hurried on. "I only came with a message from Aunt Queenie."
"I"m sure it"s confidential," Ford laughed, "so I"ll make myself scarce."
"You can do just as you like," Evie returned, indifferently. "Cousin Colfax Yorke," she added, looking at Miriam, "has telephoned that he can"t come to dine; and, as it"s too late to get anybody else, Aunt Queenie thought you might come and make a fourth. It"s only ourselves and--- him,"
she nodded toward Strange.
"Certainly, I"ll come, dear--with pleasure."
"And I"ll go," Ford said; "but I won"t add with pleasure, because that would be rude."
When he had gone Evie sniffed about the room, looking at the pictures and curios as if she had never seen them before. It was evident that she had spied the packet, and was making her way, by a seemingly accidental route, toward it. Miriam drifted back to her place in the bay-window, where, while apparently watching the traffic in the street below, she kept an eye on Evie"s manuvres.
"What on earth can you two have to talk about?" Evie demanded, while she seemed intent on examining a cabinet of old porcelain.
"If you"re very good, dear," Miriam replied, trying to take an amused, offhand tone, "I"ll tell you. It was business."
"Business? Why, I thought you hardly knew him."
"You don"t have to know people very well to transact business with them.
He came on a question of--money."
"No, but you don"t start up doing business with a person that"s just dropped down from the clouds--like that." She snapped her fingers to indicate precipitous haste.
"Sometimes you do."
"Well, _you_ don"t. I know that for a fact." She was inspecting a vase on a pedestal in a corner now. It was nearer to the packet. She wheeled round suddenly, so that it should take her by surprise. "What"s that?"
"You see. It"s an envelope with papers in it."
"What sort of papers?"
"I haven"t looked at them yet. They have to do with money, or investments, or something. I"m never very clear about those things."
"I thought you did all that through Cousin Endsleigh Jarrott and Mr.
Conquest?"
"This was a little thing I couldn"t trouble them with."
"And you went straight off to _him_, when you"d only known him--let me see!--how many days?--one, two, three, four--"
"I"ve gone to people I didn"t know at all--sometimes. You have to. If you only knew more about investing money--"
"I don"t know anything about investing money; but I know this is very queer. And you didn"t like him--or you said you didn"t."