A little easier said than done, no doubt. Yet it may be that one of the young man"s inner selves still hovered over the belief that this girl must be Mr. Heth"s (of the Works) niece, or haply a yet more distant relative....
"I mentioned that," said he, "because it was naturally uppermost in my mind. I--ah.... But to begin at the beginning, as you say.... I got a telegram in town, telling me that Jack Dalhousie was in serious trouble.
It was from Hofheim, a fellow, a sort of druggist, who happened to know that I was one of his best friends. So I caught the six-ten train and Hofheim met me at the station. _My_ name"s Vivian...."
He stopped short, with an odd air of not having intended to stop at this point at all. So bystanders have watched the learning bicycle rider, irresistibly drawn to his doom against the only fixed object in miles.
However, no a.s.sociation of ideas woke in the mind of the silent girl upon the bench. Not easily at any time did brick-throwing Socialists gain foothold there; and this day had been a disruptive one for her, beyond any in her experience.
"The name," hastily continued the young man, with an intake of breath, "probably conveys nothing to you. I--I merely mention it.... Well, Hofheim, this sort of--fellow, wasn"t in the hotel when the--the occurrence took place, but he told me what everybody was saying, as we came up in the "bus together. I feel very sure you can have no idea....
Shall I repeat his story? I don"t, of course, want to trouble you needlessly."
"Do."
So bidden, he swiftly epitomized the narrative told him by the fellow Hofheim, who had got it at fifth or sixth hand after Mrs. Heth"s striking of the right note. The Hofheim rendering seemed to include such details as that Dalhousie (being an entire stranger to Miss Heth) had overthrown her boat with homicidal hands, and that, as he swam away, he had laughed repeatedly and maniacally over his shoulder at the girl"s agonized screams.
"They don"t say that he struck you--with an oar," the man concluded, sad and satirical. "I believe that"s the only detail of the sort they omit.... As a matter of fact, Miss Heth, Dal says he never heard you scream at all."
Then he clearly paused for a reply, perhaps a rea.s.suring burst; but there was only silence. The harried girl on the bench was thinking, intently but with some bewilderment. Somewhat aghast as she was (truth to tell) at the way in which the minor variations had been maliciously distorted, her attention had been closely engaged by the curious way in which Mr. Dalhousie"s friend was going at things. Why did he sound less like a challenge and a threat than like somebody whistling hopefully to keep up his courage?
The question irresistibly emerged. Carlisle"s slim fingers furled and unfurled the end of her mermaiden"s scarf, and she looked up at the tall stranger in the dusk and sweetly spoke for the third time.
"But I don"t understand. If he has told you all about it, I--I don"t see why you have come to me at all."
Then the man appeared to recollect that he had omitted the most important part of his narrative--of course she didn"t understand, no wonder!--and spoke with some eagerness.
"I should have explained that in the beginning!--only of course I don"t like to trespa.s.s too far on your time.... You see--unfortunately--Dal"s hardly in position to speak about the matter at all. I--"
He paused, as if seeking how to put it, and then spoke these doubt-destroying words:
"It is very perplexing, but the truth is--he says so himself--he doesn"t know at all what took place."
"Oh!... _He doesn"t know_!"
"I don"t wonder you"re astonished at his saying so," said the young man, in quite a gentle way. "And yet I do believe him absolutely...."
He now explained, in well-selected phrases, that Jack Dalhousie had been very drunk when he boarded the boat, having taken a running start on the evening preceding. Though he might have seemed normal enough, through long experience in control, he was actually quite irresponsible; and drink had played strange tricks with his mind before now. The boy could remember getting into the boat, it seemed; remember that--ah--that she had objected (very properly) to his presence; remember standing up in the boat, very angry, and the wind blowing in his face. The next thing he remembered was being in the water, swimming away. And then, when he landed, a man standing there on sh.o.r.e cursed him and struck him in the face.... Then he had looked out over the water; he saw the upset sailboat and the boatman rowing out, and the people, and it rushed over him what he must have done. Till then, he said, he had never dreamed that anything had happened. He could hardly believe it, even with the evidence of his own eyes. Then later Hofheim, the sort of fellow, had gone up to see him, and told him what people were saying, which so much more than confirmed his worst suspicions. Hofheim was a stranger, but he meant well....
Dalhousie, in short, was in the singular position of having to implore others to a.s.sure him that he hadn"t done all these terrible things. And it appeared that Miss Carlisle Heth was the one person in the world who could possibly give him that a.s.surance.
So spoke the stranger. That he had scattered lifelines, that all his oratory had come agrapple with nature"s first law, evidently did not cross his mind. He gazed down at the girl"s dimly limned face, and his gaze seemed full of an unconquerable hopefulness.
"The boy"s behavior has been inexcusable in any case," he said. "And be sure he"s been punished, and will be punished severely. But ... it must be that either the--the trouble didn"t happen at all as this story says it did, or if--at the worst--it did happen that way, Dalhousie was simply out of his mind, quite insane, and didn"t know what he was doing.
He isn"t, of course, a ruffian or a coward. Won"t you help to make them understand that?"
The girl raised her eyes, which in the twilight were darker than the "depth of water stilled at even."
"I don"t see the necessity for that," she said, in a firm voice. "I--I"m afraid I can"t consent to be involved in it any further."
Over the little summer-house hung the sweet beauties of the serene night. About it stretched the calm lawn in chequers of large faint brightness and gigantic shadows. Within it stood the tall stranger, rooted in his tracks. Then it seemed to occur to him that there was some misunderstanding; that at least, in his anxiety about his friend, he hadn"t allowed sufficiently for the properly outraged feelings of the lady--this so unreasonable-looking daughter of Mr. Heth of the Works, or his niece....
"It"s all tremendously trying for you, I know," he said, with the same sort of gentleness. "I a.s.sure you the situation has distressed me greatly--from every aspect. And I think it"s most kind and--and generous of you to let me speak with you when you must feel that you"ve been so badly treated.... But you see--as it stands, you are involved in it, really, more than any one else. I"m sorry, but in fact the whole issue is in your hands."
"I can"t see that. He has given you his--his version of what took place.
No one will prevent him from saying the same thing to whomever he wishes."
"But who will believe him?"
Carlisle perceived a rhetorical question, though she didn"t know it under that name; she made no reply. She would really have preferred no more questions of any sort--what was the use of them? In her, as in all the Maker"s creatures, the instinct for self-preservation was planted to work resistlessly. Small wonder, indeed, if, in the unexpected discovery that dependence on Dalhousie"s dubious gentlemanliness was unnecessary, the uprush of relief should have swept away all lesser considerations, flooded down all doubts. All was settled again in a trice, as by a miracle: the miraculous agent here being, not the Deity (as she vaguely suspected), but only the Demon Rum, he who had taught the frail lad Dalhousie to be so mistrustful of himself ...
She had had a hara.s.sing day, including three momentous _tete-a-tetes_ with three different and widely variegated men, mostly comparative strangers: Jack Dalhousie, Mr. Canning, and now this Mr. Vivian. She was very tired of being dogged and nagged at and interfered with, and she wanted very much to terminate this interview, which she saw now had been extorted from her by a pretty sharp piece of deception. And through her mind there skipped a beckoning thought of Mr. Canning, conceived as feverishly pacing the piazza ...
"You see, his defence," Mr. Vivian was saying, with some signs of nervousness, "is merely his own word that he had no idea you were upset.
I believe him absolutely, because I know he wouldn"t lie, and he admits, to his own disadvantage, that his memory isn"t at all clear. But--it"s all so muddled and confused somehow--I"m afraid everybody else will think that a rather silly fabrication, invented by a desperate man to put himself in the best light possible. That is--unless his word is corroborated."
His inflection invited remarks, nay, urged them, but there was only silence.
And then within V. Vivian, M.D., there woke a cold doubt, and gnawed him.
"Miss Heth--I must ask--for the whole moral question hangs on this ...
_Did he know that you were upset_?"
Miss Heth cleared her throat, preparatory to rising. She saw now that she ought never to have consented to talk with this strange man at all.
Mamma would have known that in advance.
"It is--rather absurd--for me to be asked to decide what _he_ knew. He has a.s.sured you that--"
"But--I don"t make myself clear, I see--the fact is that yours is the only a.s.surance that will carry the smallest weight on that point.... He wasn"t--may I ask?--actually _in_ the boat when it went over, was he?"
"N-no. As to that--I believe he had just got out, but--"
"Did you think at the time that he knew you were upset?"
"Unfortunately, I am not a mind reader," she began with dignity, objecting seriously to these obstacles in the way of ending the interview. "Thrown without warning into the water, I could not look into his thoughts and see--"
"Quite so. But did he show in any way that he knew you were upset?"
A kind of chill had crept into the stranger"s voice. The two young people gazed at each other. The man had strange eyes (they were the third thing she had noticed about him), gray, she thought, and gifted with an odd sort of translucence, singular and speaking.
"Let me see. No, he did not. That is what I said at the time--that he didn"t take the slightest notice of me--"
"He swears he never dreamed anything was wrong till he landed. Don"t you feel that that"s quite possible, at least? Or.... did you scream out for his help, so loudly that he _must_ have heard you, if he"d been himself?"
"The--the first few minutes in the water were very confusing. I can"t pretend to say exactly what I did or didn"t do. I had to think about saving my life--"
"Of course. But if you"d screamed a number of times in saving your life, you would be likely to remember it, wouldn"t you?"
"Really I can"t acknowledge your right to--"
"Miss Heth--_why didn"t you scream_?"