"Not for me," she said with all her graciousness.
He smiled again, this time cordially, as he rose to take leave. But she detained him.
"You"re on friendly terms with your cousin, I suppose?"
"Certainly, if we meet. Of course I haven"t seen her since I left Blent.
She"s there, you know."
"Have you written to her?"
"No. I think it"s best not to ask her to think of me just now."
She looked at him a moment, seeming to consider.
"Perhaps," she said at last. "But don"t over-do that. Don"t be cruel."
"Cruel?" There was strong surprise in his voice and on his face.
"Yes, cruel. Have you ever troubled to think what she may be feeling?"
"I don"t know that I ever have," Harry admitted slowly. "At first sight it looks as if I were the person who might be supposed to be feeling."
"At first sight, yes. Is that always to be enough for you, Mr Tristram?
If so, I shan"t regret so much that I haven"t--lots of time."
He stood silent before her for several seconds.
"Yes, I see. Perhaps. I daresay I can find out something about it. After all, I"ve given some evidence of consideration for her."
"That makes it worse if you give none now. Good-by."
"It"s less than a fortnight since I first met her. She won"t miss me much, Lady Evenswood."
"Time"s everything, isn"t it? Oh, you"re not stupid! Think it over, Mr Tristram. Now good-by. And don"t conclude I shan"t think about you because it"s only an hour since we met. We women are curious. When you"ve nothing better to do it"ll pay you to study us."
As Harry walked down from her house in Green Street, his thoughts were divided between the new life and that old one which she had raised again before his eyes by her reference to Cecily. The balance was turned in favor of Blent by the sight of a man who was a.s.sociated in his mind with it--Sloyd, the house-agent who had let Merrion Lodge to Mina Zabriska.
Sloyd was as smart as usual, but he was walking along in a dejected way, and his hat was unfashionably far back on his head. He started when he saw Harry approaching him.
"Why, it"s----" he began, and stopped in evident hesitation.
"Mr Tristram," said Harry. "Glad to meet you, Mr Sloyd, though you won"t have any more rent to hand over to me."
Sloyd began to murmur some rather flowery condolences.
Harry cut him short in a peremptory but good-natured fashion.
"How"s business with you?" he asked.
"Might be worse, Mr Tristram. I don"t complain. We"re a young firm, and we don"t command the opportunities that others do." He laughed as he added, "You couldn"t recommend me to a gentleman with ten thousand pounds to spare, could you, Mr Tristram?"
"I know just the man. What"s it for?"
"No, no. Princ.i.p.als only," said Sloyd with a shake of his head.
"How does one become a princ.i.p.al then? I"ll walk your way a bit." Harry lit a cigar; Sloyd became more erect and amended the position of his hat; he hoped that a good many people would recognize Harry. Yet social pride did not interfere with business wariness.
"Are you in earnest, Mr Tristram? It"s a safe thing."
"Oh, no, it isn"t, or you wouldn"t be hunting for ten thousand on the pavement of Berkeley Square."
"I"ll trust you," Sloyd declared. Harry nodded thanks, inwardly amused at the obvious effort which attended the concession. "If you don"t come in, you"ll not give it away?" Again Harry nodded. "It"s a big chance, but we haven"t got the money to take it, and unless we can take it we shall have to sell our rights. It"s an option on land. I secured it, but it"s out in a week. Before then we must table twenty thousand. And ten cleans us out."
"What"ll happen if you don"t?"
"I must sell the option--rather than forfeit it, you know. I"ve an offer for it, but a starvation one."
"Who from?"
After a moment"s scrutiny Sloyd whispered a name of immense significance in such a connection: "Iver."
"I should like to hear some more about this. It"s worth something, I expect, if Iver wants it. Shall I go with you to your office?" He hailed a pa.s.sing cab. "I"ve got the money," he said, "and I want to use it. You show me that this is a good thing, and in it goes."
An hour pa.s.sed in the office of Sloyd, Sloyd, and Gurney. Harry Tristram came out whistling. He looked very pleased; his step was alert; he had found something to do, he had made a beginning--good or bad. It looked good: that was enough. He was no longer an idler or merely an onlooker.
He had begun to take a hand in the game himself. He found an added, perhaps a boyish, pleasure in the fact that the affair was for the present to be a dead secret. He was against Iver too in a certain sense, and that was another spice; not from any ill-will, but because it would please him especially to show Iver that he could hold his own. It occurred to him that in case of a success he would enjoy going and telling old Lady Evenswood about it. He felt, as he said to himself, very jolly, careless and jolly, more so than he remembered feeling for many months back. Suddenly an idea struck him. Was it in whole or in part because there was no longer anything to hide, because he need no longer be on the watch? He gave this idea a good deal of rather amused consideration, and came to the conclusion that there might be something in it. He went to the theatre that night, to the pit (where he would not be known), and enjoyed himself immensely.
And Lady Evenswood had made up her mind that she would find a way of seeing Mr Disney soon, and throw out a cautious feeler. Everything would have to be done very carefully, especially if the marriage with the cousin were to be made a feature of the case. But her resolve, although not altered, was hampered by a curious feeling to which her talk with Harry had given rise. There was now not only the very grave question whether Robert Disney--to say nothing of Somebody Else--would entertain the idea. There was another, a much less obvious one--whether Harry himself would welcome it. And a third--whether she herself would welcome it for him. However, when Southend next called on her, she professed her readiness to attack or at least to reconnoitre the task from which he and John Fullcombe and the rest had shrunk.
"Only," she said, "if I were you, I should find out tolerably early--as soon as we know that there"s any chance at all--what Mr Tristram himself thinks about it."
"There"s only one thing he could think!" exclaimed Southend.
"Oh, very well," smiled Lady Evenswood.
A long life had taught her that only facts convince, and that they often fail.
XVII
RIVER SCENES AND BRIC-a-BRAC
The Blent was on fire indeed, and Mina Zabriska occupied a position rich in importance, prolific of pleasure. Others, such as Iver and Miss S., might meet Mr Gainsborough as he took timid rambles; they could extort little beyond a dazed civility. Others again, such as Janie Iver and Bob Broadley, might comfort themselves with the possession of a secret and the conviction that they too could produce a fair sensation when the appropriate (and respectable) time arrived; for the present they commanded no public interest. Others again, the Major notably, strove after importance by airs of previous knowledge and hints of undisclosed details. Even Mrs Trumbler made her cast, declaring that she had always known (the source of the information was left in obscurity) that pride such as Harry Tristram"s was the sure precursor of a fall. None of them could compete with Mina Zabriska. To her alone the doors of Blent were open; she held exclusive right of access to its hidden mistress. The fact caused unmeasured indignation, the reason excited unresting curiosity. This state of things ought to have made Mina very happy. What more could woman want?
One thing only, but that a necessity--somebody to talk to about it. She had n.o.body. Janie showed no desire to discuss Blent or anything or anybody connected therewith, and with Janie out of the question there was n.o.body to whom loyalty allowed her to talk. The Major, for instance, was one of the enemy. She might pity him as an uncle--he was perplexed and surly, because somehow he never happened to meet Miss Iver now--but she could not confide in him. The gossips of Blentmouth were beneath her lordly notice. She was bubbling over with undiscussed impressions. And now even Mr Neeld had gone off on a visit to town!
Yet things needed talking about, hammering out, the light of another mind thrown upon them; for they were very difficult. There was no need to take account of Mr Gainsborough; as long as he could be kept in the library and out of the one curiosity-shop which was to be found in Blentmouth, he could not do himself or the house much harm. He was still bewildered, but by no means unhappy, and he talked constantly of going back to town to see about everything--to-morrow. There was nothing to see about--the lawyers had done it all--and he was no more necessary or important in London than he was at Blent. But Cecily"s case was another matter altogether, and it was about her that Mina desired the enlightening contact of mind with mind, in order to canva.s.s and explain the incongruities of a behavior which conformed to no rational or consistent theory.