"I had to do things out there"--his nod was meant to indicate the direction of South America--"in a somewhat high-handed manner, and I"ve acquired the habit of it. If I"d stuck at difficulties I shouldn"t have got anywhere."
She looked at him inquiringly, as though to ask the purport of the observation.
"You must see that I"m obliged to put this thing through--on Evie"s account as much as mine. After getting her to care for me, I can"t desert her now, whatever happens."
"She wouldn"t suffer--after a while. She"d get over it. You might not, but she--"
"She shall not get over it, if I can help it. How can you ask me to let her?"
"Only on the ground that you love her well enough."
"Would you call that love?"
"In view of all the circ.u.mstances, it would be my idea of it."
"Then it wouldn"t be mine. The only love I understand is the love that fights for its object, in the face of all opposition."
She looked at him a minute with what she tried to make a smile, but which became no more than a quivering of the lip and lashes.
"I hope you won"t fight," she said, in a tone of appeal, "because it would have to be with me. If anything could break my heart, that would."
She knew how near to self-betrayal she had gone, but in her eagerness she was reckless of the danger.
"How do you know it wouldn"t break mine too?" he asked, with a scrutiny that searched her eyes. "But there are times in life when men have just to fight--and let their hearts be broken. In becoming responsible for Evie"s happiness I"ve given a pledge from which I can"t withdraw--"
"But that"s where you don"t understand her--"
"Possibly; but it"s where I understand myself."
"Tea is served, miss," the maid said, coming forward to where they talked in undertones. At the same minute there was a shuffling at the door and Wayne entered from his drive. Ford would have gone forward to help him, but she put out her hand and stopped him.
"He likes to find his way himself," she whispered.
"They tell me there"s tea in here," Wayne said, cheerily, from the doorway.
"There"s more than tea," Miriam replied in as bright a tone as she could a.s.sume. "There"s Mr. Strange, whom you met last night."
"Ah, that"s good." Wayne groped his way toward the voices. "How do you do!
Glad to see you. It"s windy out-of-doors. One feels the winter beginning to nip."
Ford took the extended hand, and, without seeming to do so, adroitly piloted the blind man to a seat as they moved, all three, to the tea-table.
For the next ten minutes their talk turned on the common topics of the day. As during her conversation with Conquest a few weeks before, Miriam found again that the routine of duties of acting as hostess steadied her nerves. With Ford aiding her in the little ways to which he had become accustomed since his engagement to Evie, hostility was absent from their mutual relation, even though opposition remained. That at least was a comfort to her; and now and then, as she handed him the bread and b.u.t.ter or a plate of cakes to pa.s.s to Wayne, their eyes could meet in a glance of comprehension.
Wayne was still enjoying his tea when Ford turned to him with an abrupt change of tone.
"I"m glad you came in, sir, while I was still here, because there"s something I particularly want to tell you."
He did not look at Miriam, but he could feel the way in which she sat upright and aghast. Wayne turned his sightless eyes, hidden by large colored gla.s.ses, toward the speaker, and nodded.
"Yes?" he said, interrogatively.
"I would have told you before, only that Miss Jarrott and Miss Colfax thought I had better wait till every one got settled. In any case, Mr.
Jarrott made it a condition before I left Buenos Aires that it shouldn"t go outside the family till Miss Colfax had had her social winter in New York."
Wayne"s face grew grave, but not unsympathetic.
"I suppose I know what"s coming," he said, quietly.
"It"s the sort of thing that was bound to come sooner or later with Miss Colfax," Ford smiled, speaking with an air of a.s.surance. "What makes me uneasy is that I should be the man to come and tell the news. If it was any one you knew better--"
"You"ve probably heard that I"m not Evie"s guardian," Wayne interposed.
"I"ve no control at all over what she does."
"I understand that; but to me there"s an authority above the legal one--or at least on a level with it--and I should be unhappy--we should both be unhappy--if we didn"t have your consent."
Wayne looked pleased. He was so rarely consulted in the affairs of the family, especially since his affliction had forced him aside, that this deference was a clew to the young man"s character. Nevertheless, he allowed some seconds to pa.s.s in silence, while Ford threw at Miriam a glance of defiance, in which there was also an expression of audacious friendliness. She sat rigid and pale, her hands clinching the arms of her chair.
"It"s a serious matter--of course," Wayne said, after becoming hesitation; "but I"ve great confidence in Henry Jarrott. Next to Evie herself, he"s the person most concerned--in a certain way. I"m told he thinks well of you--"
"He ought to know," Ford broke in, confidently. "I"ve nothing to show in the way of pa.s.sports, except myself and my work. I"ve been with him ever since I went to South America, and he"s been extremely kind to me. The only certificate of character I can offer is one from him."
"That"s sufficient. We should be sorry to let Evie go, shouldn"t we, Miriam? She"s a sweet child, and very much like her dear mother. But, as you say, it was bound to happen one day or another; and we can only be glad that--I"m happy to congratulate you, Mr. Strange. Your name, at any rate, is a familiar one. It"s that of an old boyhood"s friend of mine, who showed me the honor of placing this young lady in my charge. We called him Harry. His full name was Herbert Harrington, but he dropped the first.
You seem to have taken it up--it"s odd, isn"t it, Miriam?--and I take it as a happy omen."
"Thank you." Ford rose, and made the blind man understand that he was holding out his hand, "I shall be more satisfied now for having told you."
Miriam accompanied him into the hall, on pretext of ringing for the lift.
"Oh, why did you do that?" she protested. "Don"t you see that it only makes things more complicated than they were already?"
"It"s my first move," he laughed, with friendly bravado. "Now you can make yours."
She gazed at him in puzzled distress as the lift rose.
"I"m coming again," he said, with renewed confidence. "I"ve a lot more things to say."
"And I have only one," she answered, turning back toward the drawing-room.
"He"s a nice young fellow," Wayne said, as he heard her enter. He had risen and felt his way into the bay-window, where he stood looking outward as if he could see. "I suppose it must be all right, since the Jarrotts are so enthusiastic Poor little Evie! I hope she"ll be happy. It"s extraordinary how his voice reminds me of--"
She stood still in the middle of the room, waiting for him to continue.
Nothing he could add would have surprised her now. But he said no more.
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