"Don"t interrupt me, please. It would be the same, no matter who came.
You would find some dreadful fault in anyone. You always have been jealous of every man that ever came here and if you had your way you would keep me here for life." Nancy paused, but her brother did not offer to speak. She had asked not to be interrupted, and he would be quite sure that she was through before he spoke again, but he could not conceal his anger. Nancy noticed it, and her own anger increased. "I don"t think I"d mind it so much, if you didn"t pretend that it was all for my good. That is nothing but rank hypocrisy. Just what have you ever done to make my life pleasant here? You are never interested in what I"m interested in, outside of Harry. This lecture business you just laughed and sneered at. I admit it was ridiculous, but you wouldn"t lift your finger to make it less so. I admit, also, that I would appreciate a little attention once in a while, but it would never occur to you to give me any pleasure unless you had to, to get some for yourself. When you really want to give me a good time you sit down and talk to me about your miserable old Labour cla.s.s and what a wonderful lecture you gave them. Well, Henry, that time is past, and I am going to have my own life from now on." And the tears which she had been fighting back were no longer to be denied.
Henry was entirely put out, and he awkwardly got up. Now was clearly not the time to renew the attack. Nothing that Nancy had said was of the slightest significance, except her lack of interest in his work. There, indeed, was a sorry confession of inability to forget herself in the greatest interest of her nearest relation. Poor wilful girl! Well, he had done his duty. No one could charge him with unbrotherliness.
Nancy had also got up. "Please go away," she sobbed; and Henry, without further word, did so.
Nancy crawled back into bed and had her cry out. What a brute he was--and what a G.o.d was Tom! What a miserable sn.o.b Henry was about family--and then for him to say that Tom had no future! Had Tom been a member of his wretched old Grave, he would have had a very different view of it. That was the cause of nine-tenths of his dislike, anyway.
Tom was in the rival club and Henry never could see any good in anyone connected with it. What a miserable, juvenile business! Had not Tom frankly confessed his need of help? Henry had never in any way indicated that she could be of service to him, except to order his meals and keep him comfortable. But Tom had thrown himself upon her. He "needed"
her--that had been his word. With her to help him he felt that he could do anything. What a career for a girl! That would be living indeed.
She thought of his unanswered letter and climbed out of bed at once.
"Dear Tom," she wrote, and again the tears came into her eyes, "Thank you so much for the lovely flowers. They are by my bed and I can enjoy them all day long. It is awfully nice of you to ask me to the Boat Race and I accept with pleasure. I don"t think there will be any question about my being able to make it. In two weeks I should be perfectly well again.
"It will be lovely to see you and I can do so at any time now.
"As ever, "NANCY."
The final draft of the letter was composed only after three preliminary ones. Nancy found it extremely difficult to get just the right tone. She couldn"t put too much warmth into it, and yet it mustn"t be too cold. So she sat at her desk, copying and recopying, and only succeeded in finishing it when Miss Albers returned.
"I"ve done it at last," she announced proudly, her cheeks aflame. Miss Albers, fortunately one of the few surviving members of the Good Nurse family, saw the situation immediately.
"Why, I see you have," she said. "Isn"t that fine! Now I think you are ent.i.tled to a nice nap." And when Tom arrived, post-haste upon receipt of Nancy"s note, he was met at the front door with the news of her relapse.
XIV
When Tom reached the Whitman house on the day of the race, he found it full. He had seen Nancy only once since her illness; and as her room had then been filled with people, his call was not remarkable. He had not failed to notice, nevertheless, that the colour came into her face as he entered the room; and there had been other auspicious signs which had had an exciting effect upon his pulse. This call had been made only two days before the race, and it was then clear that Nancy could not go with him. A Philadelphia cousin had, however, announced her arrival--a particular friend of hers being in the Woodbridge boat--and would Tom mind taking her? Uncle Bob Whitman had wonderful seats, being an Overseer, but he wasn"t going to be able to use them, and--of course Tom would be only too happy to take her.
Nancy, pale and lovely, was serving tea, but she found time to thank him again for his goodness about the Philadelphia cousin, and then she took him over to be presented. On the way across the room they pa.s.sed Henry.
Tom, who stared at him, missed the tell-tale blush on Nancy"s cheeks.
Instead, he only saw Henry shift his eyes calmly from Nancy to him and bow coldly. Tom bowed as coldly in his turn, and then Nancy left him with the Philadelphia cousin.
Lily Griffin, the Philadelphia cousin, gazed at him steadily from under the floppy expanse of her black hat. She was sitting on a low cane covered bench before the fireplace, and her legs, which were encased in light grey silk stockings and which terminated in slippers of the same colour, her legs, let it be relentlessly repeated, were the most conspicuous things in the room. Over her shoulders were the thin strings of an undergarment that Tom thought was generally concealed. Still, one couldn"t be at all sure about such things from one day to the next.
"Would you mind taking my cigarette?" she asked, handing him the stub.
"So you know Platt Raeburn," he began amiably when he had returned from his pretty task.
"Yes."
"He"s an awfully nice boy. I know him quite well." Platt was in the Star; and Lily, who knew a great deal about such things, immediately suspected that Tom was also. How else would a professor know a crew star "quite well"? Her interest in Tom rose. He had, as a matter of fact, attractive eyes; and that cerise-coloured knitted tie with a pearl stickpin might indicate much.
"Platt is a nice boy, isn"t he?" she continued with a shade more enthusiasm. "We went on the most wonderful party this Easter. He wasn"t in training then, you know, and I have never seen any one funnier than he was. We were at the Greysons" in Ardmore, and Platt thought he was insulted by the butler when he took Platt"s cigarette off a table and threw it in the fire. It was burning the table, but old Platt didn"t know that, and he knocked the man down."
"It must have been funny," said Tom, who had heard the story before.
"Oh, it was a scream. I thought I"d die laughing. It was really awfully bad of him, though, don"t you think?"
"Oh, I don"t know," said Tom boldly. "I don"t think it was so very bad.
You"ve got to expect that sort of thing nowadays."
"Mercy, I didn"t think you"d say that. Aren"t you a professor here, or something?"
"Yes, something."
"Well, but I always thought----"
"What?" with a smile.
"Oh, nothing. Say, just between you and I, don"t you think this is rather slow?" and she gave him a look that showed he was making good.
The hospitality they were accepting was, of course, his own Nancy"s, and to be strictly honourable he should have defended everything, but with certain definite reservations in his mind he replied, "Deadly."
"That dreadful old creature over there actually eyed me when I smoked that last cig." The dreadful old creature was Mrs. Conover, who found it difficult to reconstruct herself to the present century. "I should think it would be awfully stupid living here. Now, isn"t it really?"
"No, it isn"t half bad."
"Oh, I can see you"re a highbrow, like all the rest of them. Personally, I couldn"t stand it. I"m too independent, I guess. What a sweet dog."
Clarence was before her, arrayed in the Woodbridge colours. "I love dogs. I"ve the sweetest little Boston bull b.i.t.c.h at home. She won a silver flask for me last year." She was examining Clarence with the eye of a practised dogwoman. "Do you know anything about Airedales?" Tom didn"t. "I suspect his tail is wrong," she said. "Now run along, sweetie," she called to Clarence; "momma can"t have a baby with wrong tail." Clarence received this incredulously, but a complication was averted by the arrival of Nancy. "We were just criticizing your dog, my dear. Why don"t you have his tail fixed?"
"Why, what"s the matter with it?" asked Nancy. She hated the thought of anything having happened to Clarence.
"Why, it"s too long. You should have two inches at least cut off." The picture of Clarence going around with his tail done up in a bandage was a delightful one, and Nancy laughed.
Lily appealed to Tom. "Isn"t she heartless?" But before Tom could answer the slightly embarra.s.sing question, the cruel one announced that they had better be on their way, as the race started at five and it was then half-past four. So they hustled into the Whitman motor and drove to Center, where the new observation train was already filling.
The race with Hartley was always one of the great spring events, but the new observation train made it more of an event than ever. People gloated over it as though they had never seen a train before, much to the amus.e.m.e.nt of Lily, whose attendance at New London had been frequent.
Many paused admiringly at the engine and, as they pa.s.sed on up the line of a dozen cars, loudly proclaimed their admiration of the entire arrangement. "They are just like prairie schooners," said one young man, to Lily"s huge delight, for she had never before seen so much provincialism all at once. The platform was thick with people rushing to find their cars at the last minute. All was hurry and excitement and colour and laughter. The orange of Woodbridge and the olive of Hartley were everywhere. Each person boldly displayed his colours, whether with flowers or feathers, and it was clear that earth had few greater pleasures than this. Then the engine tooted and rang its bell, and with a convulsive wrench they were off, amid the cheers of everyone.
Tom and his Lily were seated between the Hartley cheering section and the Woodbridge cheering section, in the very choice seats which Mr.
Whitman naturally commanded and Tom, although he thought boat racing a much overrated sport and resented its being preferred to baseball, felt a distinct thrill as they pa.s.sed out upon the river bank and up to the starting point. Only the cold unseasonable wind which swept down the course, riffling the water and chilling every one to the bone, marred the day.
They arrived at the starting point, and the occupants of the new cars wrapped what little they had around them. Quite obviously, the race could not be rowed until the wind died. There was nothing to do but just sit and wait.
The Hartley cheering section immediately climbed down upon the bank, with the exception of one young man who was left with his head lolling over the side of the car next to Tom. Friendly remonstrance had been futile. He had refused to move and had elected to slumber. "I think he"s sweet," said Lily, gazing over at him. "Tell me, do you have much trouble getting liquor here?"
"No," said Tom. Already the spell of the day was wearing off.
"I"ve learned, to my sorrow that you can"t be too careful. Such a time as I had last month! I went out to a luncheon party--May Stephens--you know her? Well, just before luncheon I was astonished to see c.o.c.ktails appear. I didn"t think May had any stock, but there she was just the same, jiggling the shaker up and down. Well, at the first sip I thought something was funny, but there was nothing to do about it; and then May gave me a dividend, and although it nearly killed me, I managed to get it down, and then when we were all through she asked us how we liked it.
Well, I told her I thought it was a little funny, and then she announced what I knew all along; that she had made it herself. "I made it out of spirits of nitre," she said. "Did you boil off the ether?"
someone asked, and she said she hadn"t! Well, we hadn"t got hardly started at lunch when one of the girls pa.s.sed right straight out and then we all began feeling trembly and queer, and then the next thing I knew I was at home in bed, and I wasn"t up and about for a week. Wasn"t that awful?"
Tom"s enthusiasm was ebbing fast. What a prodigious bore this race was going to be! The wind was blowing up his legs, and his light spring overcoat was far from ample. The seats were too close together and were of a granite hardness; but he and Lily were wedged into the back and could not escape without treading upon the toes of half of Woodbridge"s notables. So he sat still and tried to smile brightly at the conclusion of her story.
"Do you know?" Lily continued, "I think you have a lovely smile."