No mirthful response lit either face. She read condemnation in both pairs of eyes. For the first time in her life she felt daunted, humiliated. She knew nothing more beyond the fact that in deliberate coquetry she had pitted brother against brother, and that something cruel and tragical had happened for which she was being judged. Neither spoke. She summoned her outer dignity, tossed her pretty head, and went out by the end door which Austin in cold politeness held open for her.
Then she mounted to her bedroom, and, throwing herself on her bed, burst into a pa.s.sion of meaningless weeping.
Katherine handed Austin the pistol which she had taken from d.i.c.k"s hand.
"Now you"ll believe what I told you."
"I believe it," said Austin gravely.
"That duel was not all play-acting."
"That," said he, "was absurd. d.i.c.k Has been drinking. It was a silly farce. Viviette egged him on until he seemed to take it seriously."
"He did take it seriously, Austin. He"s in a dangerous mood. If I were you I should be careful. Take a woman"s warning."
He stood for a moment in deep thought, his gaze absently fixed on the weapon he held in his hand. Suddenly a glint of something strange caught his eye. He started, but recovered himself quickly.
"I"ll take your warning, Katherine. Here"s my hand upon it."
A moment later, when he was alone, he unc.o.c.ked the pistol--d.i.c.k"s pistol. The glint had not been imaginary. It was a percussion cap. With trembling fingers he picked it off the nipple. He pa.s.sed his hand across his damp forehead, for he felt faint with dread. But the task had to be accomplished. He unscrewed the ramrod and picked out the wad, a piece of white paper which dropped on the floor. From the barrel held downward a bullet dropped with a dead, fateful thud on the floor. More paper wad--a slithering shower of gunpowder. He put the pistol down, and took up the one he himself had used from the chair where he had thrown it. It was unloaded. His eye fell on the bits of white paper. He picked them up and unfolded them. The daily newspaper lay by the stove, with the corner torn accusingly.
Then he understood. He sank into a chair, paralysed with horror. It was d.i.c.k"s pistol that was loaded. d.i.c.k had meant to murder him. By the grace of G.o.d the pistol had missed fire. But d.i.c.k, his own brother, had meant to murder him. An hour later he walked out of the room, the case of pistols under his arm, with the drawn face of an old man.
It was not until d.i.c.k had stumbled five or six miles through the drenching downpour that the thought reached his dulled brain that he had left the pistols loose for anyone to examine. The thought was like a great stone hitting him on the side of the head. He turned and began to run homewards, like a hunted man in desperate flight.
CHAPTER V
A CRISIS
Viviette having repaired the disorder caused by her tears went down to tea. Mrs. Ware, Katherine, and a curate deliberately calling or taking shelter from the rain were in the drawing-room. Austin, to his mother"s mild astonishment, had sent down a message to the effect that he was busy. On ordinary occasions Viviette would have flirted monstrously with the clerical youth, and sent him away undecided whether to offer to share his lodgings and hundred pounds a year with her, or to turn Catholic and become a monk. But now she had no mind to flirtation. She left him to the undisturbing wiles of Mrs. Ware, and petted and surrept.i.tiously fed d.i.c.k"s Irish terrier, whose brown eyes looked pathetic inquiry as to his master"s whereabouts. She was sobered by the uncomprehended scene in the armoury--sobered by d.i.c.k"s violence and by Austin"s final coldness. A choice had been put before her in deadly earnest; she had refused to make one. But the choice would have to be made very soon, unless she sent both her lovers packing, a step which she did not for a moment contemplate.
"You must promise to marry one or the other and end this tension," said Katherine, a little later, after the curate had gone with Mrs. Ware to look at her greenhouses.
"I wish to goodness I could marry them both," said Viviette. "Have a month with each, turn and turn about. It would be ideal."
"It would be altogether horrid!" exclaimed Katherine. "How could such a thought enter your head?"
"I suppose it must have entered every woman"s head who has two men she"s fond of in love with her at once. I said yesterday that it was great fun being a woman. I find it"s a d.d.d.d. imposition!"
"For heaven"s sake, child, make up your mind quickly," said Katherine.
Viviette sighed. Which should it be? d.i.c.k, with his great love and rough tenderness and big, protecting arms, or Austin with his conquering ways, his wit, his charm, his perception? Austin could give her the luxury that her sensuous nature delighted in, social position, the brilliant life of London. What could d.i.c.k give her? It would always be a joy to dress herself for Austin. d.i.c.k would be content if she went about in raiment made of dusters and bath towels. In return, what could she give each of these men? She put the question to herself. She was not mercenary or heartless. She gave of herself freely and loved the giving.
What could she give to Austin? What could she give to d.i.c.k? These questions, in her sober mood, weighed the others down.
When the rain ceased and a pale sun had dried the gravel, she went out into the grounds by herself and faced the problem. She sighed again--many times. If only they would let her have her fun out and give her answer six months hence!
Her meditations were cut short by the arrival of a telegraph boy on his bicycle at the front gate. He gave her the telegram. It was for Austin.
Her heart beat. She went into the house with the yellow envelope containing d.i.c.k"s destiny and mounted to the little room off the first landing which had been Austin"s private study since his boyhood. She knocked. Austin"s voice bade her enter. He rose from the desk where, pen in hand, he had been sitting before a blank sheet of paper, and without a word took the telegram. She noticed with a shock that he had curiously changed. The quick, brisk manner had gone. His face was grey.
"It is _the_ telegram, isn"t it?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes," said he, handing it to her. "It"s from Lord Overton."
She read: "The very man. Send him along to me early to-morrow. Hope he can start immediately."
"Oh, how splendid!" she exclaimed with a little gasp of happiness. "How utterly splendid! Thank heaven!"
"Yes. Thank heaven," Austin acquiesced gravely. "I forgot to mention to you that Lord Overton knows d.i.c.k personally," he added, after a pause.
"They met at my house the last time d.i.c.k was in London."
"This _is_ good news," said Viviette. "At last I can give him a birthday present worth having."
"He will not be here for his birthday," said Austin, in cold, even tones. "He must catch the mail to-night."
Viviette echoed: "To-night?"
"And in all probability he will sail for Vancouver in a day or two. It won"t be worth his while to come back here."
She laid a hand on her heart, which fluttered painfully.
"Then--then--we"ll never see him again?"
"Probably not."
"I didn"t think it would be so sudden," she said, a little wildly.
"Neither did I. But it"s for the best."
"But supposing he wants some time to look about him?"
"I"ll see to everything," said Austin.
"Anyhow, I must be the first to tell him," said Viviette.
"You will do me a very great favour if you will let me have that privilege," said Austin. "I make a particular point of it. I have some serious business to discuss with him before dinner, and that will be the time for me to break the news."
He was no longer the fairy G.o.dmother"s devoted and humble factotum. He spoke with a cold air of authority that chilled the fairy G.o.dmotherdom in Viviette"s bosom. Her prettly little scheme dwindled into childishness before the dark, incomprehended thing that had happened.
She a.s.sented with unusual meekness.
"But I"m desperately disappointed," she said.
"My dear Viviette," he answered more kindly, and looking at her with some wistfulness, "the pleasures and even the joy of life have to give way to the sober, business side of existence. It isn"t very gay, I know, but we can"t alter it."
He held out his hand. Instinctively she gave him hers. He raised it to his lips and held the door open for her. She went out scarcely knowing that she had been dismissed. Austin closed the door, stood unsteadily for a moment like a man stricken with great pain, and then, sitting down at his desk again, put his elbows on the table, rested his head in his hands, and stared at the white piece of paper. When would d.i.c.k come home? He had given orders that d.i.c.k should be asked to go to him as soon as he arrived. Would d.i.c.k ever come home again? It was quite possible that some misfortune might have happened. Tragedy is apt to engender tragedy. He shuddered, hearing in his fancy the tramp of men, and seeing a shrouded thing they carried across the hall. He bitterly accused himself for not having sought d.i.c.k far and wide as soon as he had made his ghastly discovery. But he had required time to recover his balance.
The horrible suddenness had stunned him. Attempted fratricide is not a common happening in gentle families. He had to accustom himself to the atmosphere of the abnormal, so as to state the psychological case in its numberless ramifications. This he had done. His head was clear. His unalterable decision made. Now the minutes dragged with leaden feet until d.i.c.k should come.