"We couldn"t find a trace of it."
Drayton"s disappointment was obvious, though he tried to hide it.
"Well," he said resignedly, "I"ve no doubt you did all you could."
"Of course!" Kitty broke in. "We"re quite sure of that!"
Vane thanked her with a glance. He felt sorry for her and Drayton.
They were strongly attached to each other, and he had reasons for believing that even with the advanced salary the man expected to get they would find it needful to study strict economy. It was easy to understand that a small share in a prosperous enterprise would have made things easier for them.
"I"m going to make another attempt. I expect some of our difficulties will vanish after I"ve had a talk with Hartley."
"That"s impossible," Kitty explained softly. "Hartley died a week ago."
Vane started. The prospector had given him very little definite information, and it was disconcerting to recognize that he must now rely entirely upon his own devices.
"I"m sorry", he said "How"s Celia?"
"She"s very ill." There was concern in Kitty"s voice. "Hartley got worse soon after you left, and she sat up all night with him, after her work for the last few weeks. Now she"s broken down, and she seems to worry for fear they will not take her back again at the hotel."
"I must go to see her," declared Vane. "But won"t you and Drayton come with us and have dinner?"
Drayton explained that this was out of the question; Kitty"s employer, who had driven in that afternoon, was waiting with his team. They left the wharf together, and a few minutes later Vane shook hands with the girl and her companion.
"Don"t lose heart," he said encouragingly. "We"re far from beaten yet."
Some time afterward Vane, rejoicing in the unusual luxury of clean, dry clothes, walked across to call on Nairn. The house struck him as larger, more commodious and better lighted than it had been when he left it, although he supposed that was only the result of his having lived on board the sloop and in the bush. He was shown into a room where Jessy Horsfield was sitting, and she rose with a slight start when he came in; but her manner was reposeful and quietly friendly when she held out her hand.
"So you have come back! Have you succeeded in your search?"
Vane was gratified. It was pleasant to feel that she was interested in his undertaking.
"No," he confessed. "For the time being, I"m afraid I have failed."
There was reproach in Jessy"s voice when she answered.
"Then you have disappointed me!"
It was delicate flattery, as she had conveyed the impression that she had expected him to succeed, which implied that she held a high opinion of his abilities. Still, she did not mean him to think that he had forfeited the latter.
"After all, you must have had a good deal against you," she added consolingly. "Won"t you sit down and tell me about it? Mr. Nairn, I understand, is writing some letters, and he sent for Mrs. Nairn just before you came in. I don"t suppose she will be back for a few minutes."
She indicated a chair beside the open hearth and Vane sat down opposite her, where a low screen cut them off from the rest of the room. A shaded lamp above their heads cast down a soft radiance which lighted a sparkle in the girl"s hair, and a red, wood fire glowed cheerfully in front of them. Vane, still stiff and aching from exposure to the cold and rain, reveled in the unusual sense of comfort. In addition to this, his companion"s pose was singularly graceful, and the ease of it and the friendly smile with which she regarded him somehow implied that they were on excellent terms.
"It"s very nice to be here again," he said languidly.
Jessy looked up at him. He had, as she recognized, spoken as he felt, on impulse, and this was more gratifying than an obvious desire to pay her a compliment would have been.
"I suppose you didn"t get many comforts in the bush," she suggested.
"No. Comforts of any kind are remarkably scarce up yonder. As a matter of fact, I can"t imagine a country where the contrasts between the luxuries of civilization and--the other thing--are sharper. You can step off a first-cla.s.s car into the wilderness, where no amount of money can buy you better fare than pork, potatoes and dried apples; and if you want to travel you must shoulder your pack and walk. But that wasn"t exactly what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
"I don"t know that it"s worth explaining. We have rather luxurious quarters at the hotel, but this room is somehow different. It"s restful--I think it"s homely--in fact, as I said, it"s nice to be here."
Jessy made no comment. She understood that he had been attempting to a.n.a.lyze his feelings, and had failed clearly to recognize that her presence contributed to the satisfaction of which he was conscious. She had no doubt that if he were a man of average susceptibility, which seemed to be the case, the company of a well-dressed and attractive woman would have some effect on him after his sojourn in the wilds; but whether she had produced any deeper effect than that or not she could not determine. Though she was curious upon the point, it did not appear judicious to prompt him unduly.
"But won"t you tell me your adventures?" she begged.
It required a few leading questions to start him but at length he told the story in a manner that compelled her interest.
"You see," he concluded, "it was the lack of definite knowledge as much as the natural obstacles that brought us back--and I"ve been troubled about the thing since we landed."
Jessy"s manner invited his confidence.
"I wonder," she said softly, "if you would care to tell me why?"
Vane knit his brows.
"Hartley"s dead, and I understand that his daughter has broken down after nursing him. It"s doubtful whether her situation can be kept open, and it may be some time before she"s strong enough to look for another." He hesitated. "In a way, I feel responsible for her."
"You really aren"t responsible in the least," Jessy declared. "Still, I can understand the idea"s troubling you."
"She"s left without a cent and unable to work--and I don"t know what to do. In an affair of this kind I"m handicapped by being a man."
"Would you like me to help you?"
"I can hardly ask it, but it would be a relief to me," Vane answered with obvious eagerness.
"Then if you"ll tell me her address, I"ll go to see her, and we"ll consider what can be done."
Vane leaned forward impulsively.
"You have taken a weight off my mind. It"s difficult to thank you properly."
"Oh, I don"t suppose it will give me any trouble. Of course, it must be embarra.s.sing to you to feel that you have a helpless young woman on your hands."
Then a thought flashed into her mind, as she remembered what she had seen at the station some months ago.
"I wonder whether the situation is an altogether unusual one to you?"
she queried. "Have you never let your pity run away with your judgment before?"
"You wouldn"t expect me to proclaim my charities," Vane parried with a laugh.
"I think you are trying to put me off. You haven"t given me an answer."
"Well, perhaps I was able to make things easier for somebody else not very long ago," Vane confessed reluctantly but without embarra.s.sment. "I now see that I might have done harm without meaning to do so. It"s sometimes extraordinarily difficult to help people--and that makes me especially grateful for your offer."