"There you go again! But I shall not leave him with you, no matter what
you say; useless, your constant asking." She opened the door. On the
threshold she met Paul Tennant coming in.
He took her hand and led her back. "I was looking for you; I have found
a little bed for Jack; but I don't know that it will do."
"You are very good, Paul, but Jack will not need it. I am going away
to-night; I have only just learned that there is a boat."
"We don't want to hear any talk of boats," Paul answered. He drew her
towards the sofa and placed her upon it. "Sit down; you look so tired!"
"I'm not tired; at least I do not feel it. And I have a great deal to
do, Paul; I must see about Jack's frocks."
"Jack's frocks can wait. There's to be no journey to-night."
"Yes, there is," said Cicely, with a mutinous little smile. Her glance
turned towards her grandfather and Eve; then it came back to Paul, who
was standing before her. "None of you shall keep me," she announced.
"You will obey your grandfather, won't you?" Paul began, seriously.
The judge got up, rubbing his hands round each other.
"No," Cicely answered; "not about this. Grandpa knows it; we have
already talked it over."
"You are wrong; you ought not to be willing to make him so unhappy."
"Never mind about that, Tennant; I'll see to that," said the judge. He
spoke in a thin old voice which sounded far away.
Paul looked at him, surprised. Then his glance turned towards Eve. "Miss
Bruce too; I am sure she does not approve of your going?"
"Oh, if I should wait for _Eve's_ approval!" said Cicely. "Eve doesn't
approve of anything in the world except that she should have Jack, and
take him away with her, Heaven knows where. She hasn't any feelings as
other people have; she has never cared for anybody excepting herself,
and her brother, and I dare say that when she had him she tried to rule
him, as she tries now to rule me and every one. She is jealous about
him, and that makes her hate Ferdie: perhaps you don't know that she
hates Ferdie? She does; she was sorry this morning, absolutely sorry,
when she heard that, though he was dreadfully hurt, he wasn't dead."
"Oh, Cicely!" said Eve. She turned away and walked towards one of the
windows, her face covered by her hands.
Paul's eyes followed her. Then they came back to Cicely. "Very well,
then, since it appears to be left to me, I must tell you plainly that
you cannot go to-night; we shall not allow it."
"We!" ejaculated Cicely. "Who are we?"
"I, then, if you like--I alone."
"What can you do? I am free; no one has any authority over me except
Ferdie." Paul did not reply. "You will scarcely attempt to keep me by
force, I suppose?" she went on.
"If necessary, yes. But it will not be necessary."
"Grandpa would never permit it. Grandpa?" She summoned him to her side
with an imperious gesture.
The old man came towards her a step or two. Then he left the room
hurriedly.
Cicely watched him go, with startled eyes. But she recovered herself,
and looked at Paul undaunted.
"Why do you treat me so, Cicely?" he said. "I care about Ferdie as much
as you do; I have always cared about him,--hasn't he ever told you?
There never were two boys such chums; and although, since he has grown
up, he has had others, I have never had any one but him; I haven't
wanted any one. Is it likely, then, that I should try to set you
against him?--that I should turn against him myself?--I ask you that."
"It is setting me against him not to let me go to him. How do we know
that he is not dying?" Her voice was quiet and hard.
"We know because the letters do not speak of danger; on the contrary,
they tell us that the ball has been extracted, and that the fever is
going down. He will get well. And then some measures must be taken
before you can go back to him; otherwise it would not be safe."
"And do I care about safe? I should like to die if _he_ did!" cried
Cicely, passionately. She looked like a hunted creature at bay.
"And your child; what is your idea about him?"
"That's it; take up Eve's cry--do! You know I will never give up baby,
and so you both say that." She sank down on the sofa, her head on her
arms, her face hidden.
Her little figure lying there looked so desolate that Eve hurried
forward from the window. Then she stopped, she felt that Cicely hated
her.
"I say what I think will influence you," Paul was answering. "Ferdie has
already thrown the boy about once; he may do it again. Of course at such
times he is not responsible; but these times are increasing, and he must
be brought up short; he must be brought to his senses." He went to the
sofa, sat down beside her, and lifted her in his arms. "My poor little
sister, do trust me. Ferdie does; he wrote to me himself about that
dreadful time, that first time when he hurt you; isn't that a proof? I
will show you the letter if you like."
"I don't want to see it. Ferdie and I never speak of those things;
there has never been an allusion to them between us," replied Cicely,
proudly.
"I can understand that. You are his wife, and I am only his big brother,
to whom he has always told everything." He placed her beside him on the
sofa, with his arm still round her. "Didn't you know that we still tell
each other everything,--have all in common? I have been the slow member
of the firm, as one may say, and so I've stayed along here; but I have
always known what Ferdie was about, and have been interested in his
schemes as much as he was."
"Yes, he told me that you gave him the money for South America," said
Cicely, doubtfully.
"That South American investment was his own idea, and he deserves all
the credit of it; he will make it a success yet. See here, Cicely: at
the first intimation that he is worse, I should go down there myself as
fast as boat and train could carry me; I've telegraphed to that Dr. Knox
to keep me informed exactly, and, if there should be any real danger, I
will take you to him instantly. But I feel certain that he will recover.
And then we must cure him in another way. The trouble with Ferdie is
that he is sure that he can stop at any moment, and, being so sure, he
has never really tried. The thing has been on him almost from a boy, he
inherits it from his father. But he has such a will, he is so
brilliant--"
"Oh, yes! isn't he?" said Cicely, breathlessly.
--"That he has never considered himself in danger, in spite of these
lapses. Now there is where we must get hold of him--we must open his
eyes; and that is going to be the hard point, the hard work, in which,
first of all, _you_ must help. But once he is convinced, once the thing
is done, then, Cicely, then"--
"Yes, then?"
--"He will be about as perfect a fellow as the world holds, I think,"
said Paul, with quiet enthusiasm. He stooped and kissed her cheek. "I
want you to believe that I love him," he added, simply.
He got up, smiling down upon her,--"Now will you be a good girl?" he
said, as though she were a child.
"I will wait until to-morrow," Cicely answered, after a moment's
hesitation.
"Come, that's a concession," said Paul, applaudingly. "And now won't you
do something else that will please me very much?--won't you go straight
to bed?"
"A small thing to please you with," Cicely answered, without a smile; "I
will go if you wish. I should like to have you know, Paul, that I came
to you of my own choice," she went on; "I came to you when I would not
go anywhere else; Eve will tell you so."
"Yes," assented Eve from her place by the window.
"Well, I'm glad you had some confidence," Paul responded; "I must try to
give you more. And now who will--who will see to you? Does that
wool-headed girl of yours know anything?"
He looked so anxious as he said this that Cicely broke into a faint
laugh. "I haven't lost my mind; I can see to myself."
"But I thought you Southerners-- However, Miss Bruce will help you." He
looked at Eve.
"I am afraid Cicely is tired of me," Eve answered, coming forward. "All
the same, I know how to take care of her."
"Yes, she took care of me all the way here," remarked Cicely, looking at
Eve coldly. "She needs to be taken care of herself," she went on, in a
dispassionate voice; "she has hardly closed her eyes since we started."
"I feel perfectly well," Eve answered, the color rushing to her face in
a brilliant flush.
"I don't think we need borrow any trouble about Miss Bruce, she looks
the image of health," observed Paul (but not as though he admired the
image). "I am afraid your bedrooms are not very large," he went on,
again perturbed. "There are two, side by side."
"Cicely shall have one to herself; Jack and I will take the other," said
Eve.
"Where is Jack?" demanded Cicely, suddenly. "What have you done with
him, Eve?"
Paul opened the door. "Polly!" he cried, in a voice that could have been
heard from garret to cellar. Porley, amazed by the sound, came running
in, with Jack in her arms. Paul looked at her dubiously, shook his head,
and went out.
Cicely took her child, and began to play all his games with him
feverishly, one after the other.
Jack was delighted; he played with all his little heart.