David Thain, a few hours later, lounged in a basket chair in the one
corner of his lawn from which he could catch, through the hedge of yew
trees, a furtive glimpse of Mandeleys. By his side stood a small
coffee equipage and an unopened box of cigars; in the distance was the
vanishing figure of the quiet-mannered and very excellent butler with
whom a famous registry office had endowed his household. It was an
hour of supreme ease. An unusually warm day was succeeded by an
evening from which only the warmth of the sun had departed, an evening
full of scents from flowers and shrubs alike, an evening during which
the thrushes prolonged their music until, from somewhere in the distant
groves at the back of the house, a nightingale commenced, like the
tuning up of an orchestra, to make faint but sweet essays at continued
song. It was as light as day but there were stars already in the sky,
and a pale, colourless moon was there, waiting for the slowly moving
mantle of twilight. David Thain was alone with his thoughts.
They had started somewhere in the background, in the first throb and
excitement of life, in the moment when his lips had framed that
horrible oath which held him now in its meshes. Then had come the real
struggle, years of brilliant successes, the final coup, the stepping in
a single day on to one of those pedestals which a great republic keeps
for her most worshipped sons. Always it seemed to him that there was
that old man in the background, waiting. At last had come the
question. Yes, he was ready. He had come to England a little
protesting, a little incredulous, always believing that those fierce
fires which had burned for so long in the grey-haired, patient old man
would have burned themselves out, or would become softened by
sentimental associations as soon as he set foot in his native place.
David's awakening was complete and disconcerting. The fury of Richard
Vont showed no signs of abatement. He found himself committed already
to one loathsome enterprise--and there was the future. He looked down
gloomily at the magnificent pile below, with its many chimneys, its
stretching front and far-reaching wings, and some echo of the
bitterness which raged in the old man who sat and watched at its gates,
found an echo in his own heart. He remembered the amusement with which
that subtle but absolutely natural air of superiority, on the part of
father and daughter alike, had first imbued him. Their very kindness,
the frank efforts of the Marquis, as well as of Lady Letitia, to lead
him into some channel of conversation in which he could easily express
himself was the kindness of those belonging to another world and
fearing lest the consciousness of it might depress their visitor. And
with his resentment was mingled another feeling; not exactly
acquiescence--his American education had been too strong for that--but
admiration for those inherent gifts which seemed to bring with them a
certain grace, carried into even the smaller matters of life. Perhaps
he exaggerated to himself their importance as he sat there in the soft
gathering twilight, poured out his neglected coffee and still played
with his unlighted cigar. The rooks had ceased to caw above his head.
Some of the peace of night was stealing down upon the land. In the
windows of Mandeleys little pinpricks of light were beginning to show.
The iron hand-gate which led from the park into his domain was suddenly
opened and closed. The way led through a grove of trees and through
another gate into the garden. He turned his head and watched the spot
where the figure of his visitor must appear. It was curious that from
the first, although his common sense should have told him how
impossible such a thing was, he had an intuitive presentiment as to who
this visitor might be. He laid down the unlighted cigar upon his table
and leaned a little forward in his chair. First he heard footsteps
falling softly upon a carpet of pine needles and yielding turf, slowly
too, as though the movements of their owner were in a sense reluctant.
And then a slim, tall figure in white--a familiar figure! He was up in
a moment, striding forwards. She had already passed through the gate,
however, and was moving towards him across the lawn.
"Lady Letitia!" he exclaimed.
She nodded.
"Please don't look as though I'd done anything so terribly unusual,"
she begged. "What a pleasant spot you have chosen for your coffee!"
David's new treasure proved fully equal to the occasion. From some
unseen point of vantage he seemed to have foretold the coming of this
visitor, and prepared to minister to her entertainment. Lady Letitia
sank into her chair and praised the coffee.
"So much better than the stuff we have been trying to drink," she told
David. "I must bring dad round one evening. He loves good coffee.
How beautiful your trees are!"
"Your trees," he reminded her.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"It seems ages since I was here," she remarked. "Sylvia was away when
we were down last, and dad and Colonel Laycey were annoyed with one
another about some repairs. You don't want any repairs, do you, Mr.
Thain?"
"I have arranged to do whatever is necessary myself," David told her,
"in consideration of a somewhat reduced rent."
"I am glad you consider it reduced!" Letitia observed. "Of course, you
think I am mad to come and see you like this, don't you?" she added a
little aggressively.
"Not in the least," he replied. "I should not have ventured to have
expected such a visit, but now that you are here it seems quite
natural."
"After all, why isn't it?" she agreed. "I walked round the garden
once, thinking about a certain matter in which you are concerned, and
then I walked in the park, and it occurred to me that you would
probably be sitting out here, only a few hundred yards away, just as
you are doing, and that you could, if you would, set my mind at rest."
"If I can do that," he said, "I am very glad that you came."
"I am going to unburden my mind, then," she continued. "It is about
those shares you sold father, Mr. Thain."
His manner seemed, to her quick apprehension, instantly to stiffen.
Nevertheless, he was expectant. He was willing to go through a good
deal if only he could hear her voice for once falter, if even her tone
would lose its half-wearied, half-insolent note, if she would raise her
eyes and speak to him as woman to man.
"The Pluto Oil shares," he murmured. "Well?"
"Of course, father hadn't the least right to buy them," she went on,
"because we haven't a penny in the world, and he couldn't possibly pay
for them unless they fetched as much, when the payment fell due, as he
gave for them. I am rather stupid at these things, Mr. Thain, but you
understand?"
"Perfectly!"
Her long fingers stole into the cigarette box. She accepted a light
from him and leaned back once more in her chair.
"Father," she proceeded, "has the most implicit faith in everybody.
The fact that you are an American millionaire was ample proof to him
that anything in the way of shares you possessed must be worth a great
deal more than their face value. I do not know what led to his buying
them--you probably do. Did he asked for any assurances as to their
intrinsic value?"
"I warned him," David said, "that they were entirely a speculation. He
asked my advice as to some way of raising a large sum of money, much
larger than he could hope to gain by any ordinary enterprise. I
presumed that he was willing to speculate and I suggested these shares.
They certainly are as speculative as any man could desire."
"Are they worth any more now than when father bought them?" she
enquired.
"To the best of my belief they have not moved," he replied. "As a
matter of fact, they have not yet had a chance to prove themselves."
"They are still worth a dollar a share, then?"
"They are worth a dollar a share as much as they were when your father
bought them."
She turned her head and looked at him.
"My father," she said, "declines to ask you any questions. He would
consider it in bad taste to suggest for a moment that he felt any
uneasiness with regard to the necessary payment for them. He is none
the less, however, worried. He was foolish enough to tell his lawyers
about them, and lawyers, I am afraid, have very little faith in him as
a business man. The result of the enquiries they made was most
depressing."
"It probably would be," David assented.
"Forty thousand pounds' worth of shares," Letitia continued, "which are
worth as much now as when my father bought them, are, I suppose,
nothing to you. I wondered whether you would object to have them back
again? I think that it would relieve my father's mind."
Thain was silent for a moment. He had lit a cigar now and was smoking
steadily.
"You have not much idea of business, Lady Letitia," he remarked.
"Business?" she repeated, with a note of surprise in her tone. "How
should I have? There are certain matters of common sense and of honour
which I suppose are common to every one of reasonable intelligence.
There did not seem to me to be any principle of business involved in
this."
"Supposing," David said, "the shares had risen and were worth two
dollars to-day, you would not in that case, I presume, have honoured me
with this visit?"
"Certainly not," she replied.
"I did not sell those shares to your father as an act of philanthropy,"
he continued. "He asked me to show him a speculation, and I showed him
this. Those shares, so far as I know, are as likely to be worth five
times their value next week, or nothing at all. I am a very large
holder, and it seemed to me that it would be a reasonable act of
prudence to sell a few of them at a price which showed me a small
margin of profit."
"Profit?" she repeated wonderingly. "Are you in need of profit?"
"It is the poison of wealth," he observed. "One is always trying to
add to what one has."
She turned her head and looked at him intently. For a moment she was
almost startled. There was something unreal in the sound of his words.
Something that was almost a foreboding chilled her.
"Mr. Thain," she said calmly.
"Yes?"
"Had you any reason--any special reason, I mean--for selling those
shares to my father?"
His face was inscrutable.
"What reason should I have, Lady Letitia?"
"I can't imagine any," she replied, "and yet--for a moment I thought
that you were talking artificially. I probably did you an injustice.
I am sorry."
David's teeth came together. There was lightning in his eyes as he
glanced down through the trees towards Vont's little cottage.
"Don't apologise too soon, Lady Letitia," he warned her.
She raised her eyebrows.
"I am not accustomed to think the worst of people," she said. "I can
scarcely picture to myself any person, already inordinately wealthy,
singling out my father as a victim for his further cupidity. Let me
return to the question which I have already asked you. Would you care,
without letting my father know of this visit and my request, to return
his cheque or promissory note, or whatever it was, in exchange for
these shares?"
"I am not even sure, Lady Letitia," he reminded her, after a moment's
pause, "that your father wishes this."
"You can, I think, take my word that it would be a relief to him," she
asserted.
He pondered for a few moments. The light through the trees seemed to
be burning brighter in Vont's sitting room.
"I will be frank with you, Lady Letitia," he said. "There has been no
increase in the value of these shares. The news which I have expected
concerning them has not arrived. The transaction, therefore, is one
which at the present moment would probably entail a loss. Do you wish
me to make your father a present of twenty or thirty thousand pounds?"
She rose deliberately to her feet and shook the few grains of cigarette
ash from her dress. The cigarette itself she threw into a laurel bush.
"I understand," she remarked, "what you implied when you said that
women did not understand business."
Her tone was unhurried, her manner expressed no indignation. Yet as
she strolled towards the gate, David felt the colour drained from his
cheeks, felt the wicker sides of his chair crash in the grip of his
fingers. He rose and hurried after her.
"Lady Letitia," he began impulsively--
She turned upon him as though surprised.
"Pray do not trouble to escort me home," she begged.
"It isn't that," he went on, falling into step by her side. "You make
me feel like a thief."
"Are you not a thief?" she asked. "I have been told that nearly all
very rich men are thieves. I begin to understand that it may be so."
"It is possible to juggle with money honestly," he assured her.
"It is also possible, I suppose," she observed, with faint sarcasm, "to
lower the standard of honesty. Thank you," she added, as she passed
through the second gate, "you perhaps did not understand me. I should
prefer to return alone."
"I am going your way," he insisted desperately.
"My way?" she repeated. "But there is nowhere to go to, unless you are
proposing to honour us with a call at Mandeleys."
"I am going in to see old Richard Vont," he said.
She laughed in surprised fashion.
"What, the old man who sits and curses us! Is he a friend of yours?"
"He was on the steamer, coming home," David reminded her. "I told you
so before. I take an interest in him."
His point now was momentarily gained, and he walked unhindered by her
side. The soft twilight had fallen around them, little wreaths of mist
were floating across the meadows, the birds were all silent. The
pathway led through another narrow grove of trees. As they neared the
gate, Letitia hesitated.
"I think it is just as near across the meadow," she said.
He held open the gate for her.
"You had better stay on the path," he advised. "The grass is wet and
your shoes are thin."
She looked into his face, still hesitating. Then she swiftly dropped
her eyes. The man must be mad! Nevertheless, she seemed for a moment
to lose her will. The gate had fastened behind them with a sharp
click. They were in the grove. The way was very narrow and the fir
trees almost black. There was only a glimpse of deep blue sky to be
seen ahead and in front. The pigeons rustled their wings, and a great
owl lumbered across the way. Something happened to Letitia then which
had never happened before. She felt both her hands gripped by a man's,
felt herself powerless in his grasp.
"Lady Letitia," he exclaimed feverishly, "don't think I'm a fool! I'll
not ask for what you haven't got to give--me. You shall have your
father's note--you shall have--for him--what will make him free, if
you'll only treat me like a human being--if you'll be--kind--a little
kinder."
Her eyes flashed at him through the darkness, yet he could see that one
thing at least he had achieved. Her bosom was rising and falling
quickly, her voice shook as she answered him. For the first time he
had penetrated that intolerable reserve.
"Are you mad?" she cried. "Are you trying to buy me?"
"How else should I win even a kind glance?" he answered bitterly.
"You mistake me for a railroad system," she mocked.
"I have never mistaken you for anything but a woman," was the vibrating
reply. "The only trouble is that to me you always posture as something
else."
His hands were burning upon her wrists, but she showed no resentment.
"Is this the way," she asked, "that Americans woo? Do they imprison
the lady of their choice in some retired spot and make a cash offer for
their affections? You are at least original, Mr. Thain!"
"If I can't bring myself to ask you in plain words what I am craving
for," he answered hoarsely, "you can guess why. I know very well that
there is only one thing about me that counts in your eyes. I know that
I should be only an appendage to the money that would make your father
happy and Mandeleys free. And yet I don't care. I want you--you
first, and then yourself."
"You have some faith, then, in your eligibility--and your methods of
persuasion?" she observed.
"Haven't I reason?" he retorted. "You people here are all filled up
with rotten, time-exploded notions, bound with silken bonds,
worshippers of false gods. You don't see the truth--you don't know it.
I am not sure that I blame you, for it's a beautiful slavery, and but
for the ugly realities of life you'd prosper in it and have children
just as wonderful and just as ignorant. But, you see, the times are
changing. I am one of the signs of them."
"If this were an impersonal discussion," Letitia began, struggling to
compose her voice--
"But it isn't," he broke in. "I am speaking of you and of me, and no
one else. I'm fool enough to love you, to be mad about you! Fool
enough to make you an offer of which any man with a grain of
self-respect should be ashamed."
"I quite agree with you," she said smoothly. "Perhaps it will end this
very interesting little episode if I tell you that I am engaged to
marry Lord Charles Grantham, and that he is coming down to-morrow."
He released her hands--flung them from him almost.
"Is this the truth?" he demanded.
She laughed lightly.
"Why on earth," she asked, "should I take the trouble to tell you
anything else?"
He pointed to the path.
"Get on," he ordered.
She found herself obeying him--without resentment, even. When they
reached the gate that led into the park, he held it open and remained.
She hesitated for a moment.
"You are going to leave me to brave the perils of the rest of the
journey alone?" she asked.
He made no answer. She lifted her skirts a little, for the dew was
becoming heavier, and made her graceful way down the slope and across
the bridge to the postern gate. Arrived there, she looked round.
David Thain had vanished back into the grove.
Letitia made her way into her own room and closed the door. She lit
both of the candles upon her dressing table, pulled back the lace of
her sleeves and looked at her wrists. There were two red marks there,
red marks which, as she stared at them, seemed suddenly again to feel
the iron pressure. She stared at them, half in surprise, without anger
and yet with a curious emotion. Suddenly she found that she was
trembling, obsessed with a strange yet irresistible impulse. She bent
down and lightly kissed the flaming marks. Then she blew out the
candles, threw herself into the easy-chair which, earlier in the day,
she had drawn up to the window, and looked steadily back into the park
now fast becoming a phantasy of shadowland.