"The engineer of a collier figures in the next case." Vane went on. "The engines were clumsy and badly finished, but the man spent his care and labor on them until I think he loved them. His only trouble was that he was sent to sea with second-rate oils and stores. After a while they grew so bad that he could hardly use them; and he had reasons for believing that a person who could dismiss or promote him was getting a big commission on the goods. He was a plain, unreasoning man; but he would not cripple his engines; and at last he condemned the stores and made the skipper purchase supplies he could use, at double the usual prices, in a foreign port. There could be only one result; he was driving a pump in a mine when I last met him."
He paused, and added quietly:
"It wasn"t logic, it wasn"t even conventional morality, that impelled these men. It was something that was part of them. What"s more, men of their type are more common than the cynics believe."
Carroll smiled good-humoredly; and when the party sauntered toward the house, he walked beside Evelyn.
"There"s one point that Wallace omitted to mention in connection with his tales," he remarked. "The things he narrated are precisely those which, on being given the opportunity, he would have pleasure in doing himself."
"Why pleasure? I could understand his doing them, but I"d expect him to feel some reluctance."
Carroll"s eyes twinkled.
"He gets indignant now and then. Virtuous people are generally content to resist temptation, but Wallace is apt to attack the tempter. I dare say it isn"t wise, but that"s the kind of man he is."
"Ah! One couldn"t find fault with the type. But I wonder why you have taken the trouble to tell me this?"
"Really, I don"t know. Somehow, I have an impression that I ought to say what I can in Wallace"s favor, if only because he brought me here, and I feel like talking when I can get a sympathetic listener."
"I shouldn"t have imagined the latter was indispensable," laughed Evelyn.
"Is this visit all you owe Wallace?"
"No, indeed. In many ways, I owe him a good deal more. He has no idea of this, but it doesn"t lessen my obligation. By the way, it struck me that in many respects Miss Vane is rather like her brother."
"Lucy is opinionative, and now and then embarra.s.singly candid, but she leads a life that most of us would shrink from. It isn"t necessary that she should do so--family friends would have arranged things differently--and the tasks she"s paid for are less than half her labors.
I believe she generally gets abuse as a reward for the rest."
Then Mabel joined them and took possession of Carroll, and Evelyn strolled on alone, thinking of what he had told her.
CHAPTER IX
CHISHOLM PROVES AMENABLE
Vane spent a month at the Dene, with quiet satisfaction, and when at last he left for London and Paris he gladly promised to come back for another few weeks before he sailed for Canada. He stayed some time in Paris, because Carroll insisted on it, but it was with eagerness that he went north again late in the autumn. For one reason--and he laid some stress upon this--he longed for the moorland air and the rugged fells, though he admitted that Evelyn"s society enhanced their charm for him.
At last, shortly before he set out on the journey, he took himself to task and endeavored to determine precisely the nature of his feelings toward her; but he signally failed to elucidate the point. It was clear only that he was more contented in her presence, and that, apart from her physical comeliness, she had a stimulating effect upon his mental faculties. Then he wondered how she regarded him; and to this question he could find no answer. She had treated him with a quiet friendliness, and had to some extent taken him into her confidence. For the most part, however, there was a reserve about her that he found more piquant than deterrent, and he was conscious that, while willing to talk with him freely, she was still holding him off at arm"s length.
On the whole, he could not be absolutely sure that he desired to get much nearer. Though he failed to recognize this clearly, his att.i.tude was largely one of respectful admiration, tinged with a vein of compa.s.sion. Evelyn was unhappy, and out of harmony with her relatives; and he could understand this more readily because their ideas occasionally jarred on him.
One morning, about a fortnight after they returned to the Dene, Vane and Carroll walked out of the hamlet where the wheelwright"s shop was. Sitting down on the wall of a bridge, Vane opened the telegram in his hand.
"I think you have Nairn"s code in your wallet," he said. "We"ll decipher the thing."
Carroll laid the message on a smooth stone and set to work with a pencil.
"_Situation highly satisfactory_."
He broke off, to chuckle a comment.
"It must be, if Nairn paid for an extra word--highly"s not in the code."
Then he went on with the deciphering:
"_Result of reduction exceeds antic.i.p.ations. Stock thirty premium. Your presence not immediately required_."
"That"s distinctly encouraging," declared Vane. "Now that they are getting farther in, the ore must be carrying more silver."
"It strikes me as fortunate. I ran through the bank account last night, and there"s no doubt that you have spent a good deal of money. It confirms my opinion that you have mighty expensive friends."
Vane frowned, but Carroll continued undeterred.
"You want pulling up, after the way you have been indulging in a reckless extravagance which, I feel compelled to point out, is new to you. The check drawn in favor of Gerald Chisholm rather astonished me. Have you said anything about it to his relatives?"
"I haven"t."
"Then, judging by the little I saw of him, I should consider it most unlikely that he has made any allusion to the matter. The next check was even more surprising--I mean the one you gave his father."
"They were both loans. Chisholm offered me security."
"Unsalable stock, or a mortgage on property that carries another charge!
Have you any idea of getting the money back?"
"What has that to do with you?"
Carroll spread out his hands.
"Only this: It strikes me that you need looking after. We can"t stay here indefinitely. Hadn"t you better get back to Vancouver before your English friends ruin you?"
"I"ll go in three or four weeks; not before."
Carroll sat silent a minute or two, and then looked his companion squarely in the face.
"Is it your intention to marry Evelyn Chisholm?"
"I don"t know what has put that into your mind."
"I should be a good deal astonished if it hadn"t suggested itself to her family," Carroll retorted.
Vane looked thoughtful.
"I"m far from sure that it"s an idea they would entertain with any great favor. For one thing, I can"t live here."
Carroll laughed.
"Try them, and see. Show them Nairn"s telegram when you mention the matter."