RESTORED SIGHT
Dick led the way; Masters followed; the cabin was reached. The moment
they had entered, the author put his back against the door; spoke with a
gravity which alarmed his companion:
"You and I have got to have a talk. Plain talk."
Dick's anxiety was evidenced in the tone of his voice as he said:
"All right, old son. Cackle for hours if you like. But I wish to
goodness you'd lie down and see the doctor first."
Masters disregarded this; considered it a flippant, out-of-place remark;
in inconceivably bad taste. Moreover, he was disgusted by Dick's
evasion; by reason of it went himself the straighter to the point:
"We left off on deck at where you were talking of your girl. You said
you were--were not of the marrying kind!"
"Eh? Yes, of course I said so. It is so. But what on earth does it
matter what I said?"
Dick still looked anxious. Was making all due allowance for the fact
that literary fellows are inclined to be cranks. Yet was doubtful
whether the man with his back to the door was not overstepping the
limits of legitimate and traditional crankiness.
"It matters a deal!"
Masters uttered these words so fiercely that--in no way relieved--Dick
said:
"Does it? Well then, Prince, old fellow, if you're so anxious about my
future as all that, I'll relieve your anxiety. I can truthfully tell you
that I have never set eyes on a girl yet that I should be at all likely
to marry. Wine's been my trouble, not women."
Once more the black blood surged up; a curtain seemed to come up before
Masters' eyes; a thick misty curtain blotting things out. But he knew he
must keep his temper in hand; exhibit only calmness. He would gain more
that way: for the child's sake--for her sake.
"Dick." He spoke with all the earnestness in him. "Awhile back you spoke
of being grateful to me. Said you would do anything to--to please me."
"So I would, old fellow; so I would. On my soul I would! But I wish to
goodness you would lie----"
Dick's hand was placed soothingly on his companion's shoulder, as he
spoke. Masters bore it, but interrupted expression of the wish that he
would lie down; said:
"Suppose I put you to the test? If I ask you to marry your girl, will
you do it?"
"No!"
Dick answered with a laugh. Despite the anxiety of which he was so full,
he could not resist a feeling of amusement at the request; added
emphatically:
"I most certainly will not."
Up surged the blood again; anger came into the eyes which flashed so;
almost blinded their owner. A step forward, and he seized Dick by the
shoulders; held him so firmly, as in a vice.
"Tell me." He was speaking from a throat the dryness of which made it
hoarse. "After the way in which you have behaved to her--tell me why you
refuse to marry her?"
Dick looked at his companion doubtfully; had not a trace of anger in
doing so. Felt that in dealing with him the truth was the only thing;
said:
"Refuse to marry her? Why, you confounded old idiot, you! How on earth
can a fellow marry his own sister?"
"SISTER!"
Just the one word--he almost screamed it--that was all Masters could
utter. He started away and released his hold. Fell back against the
door, in the intensity of his astonishment, clutching wildly,
unfeelingly, at the panels for support.
Dick's anxiety rapidly gained strength; he became more alarmed than
ever. Formed the idea now that this was no passing faintness, but that
Masters was seriously ill. Was even afraid to leave him standing there
against the door, for fear he should fall. Suddenly, flinging off his
coat, he cried:
"You're stronger than I am, and I guess I'll get the worst of it, but
here goes."
He stood threateningly in front of the much bigger man, the light of
determination in his eyes; continued:
"Will you lie down on that bunk and let me fetch you the doctor? Refuse,
and as sure as I stand here I shall try my hardest to make you."
Masters pressed his hands to his aching, throbbing forehead. His mind
was whirling so, that it was no wonder he staggered. His brain did not
seem able to hold the blend: could not contain so much happiness and so
much condemnation of himself, for his unutterable foolishness. True to
his threat, Dick advanced; Masters warded him off.
"Don't, Dick! Just a moment, old fellow.... I don't want a doctor. What
you have just said has done me more good than a syndicate of all the
doctors in the world could effect."
He laughed weakly, foolishly: by no means a confidence-inspiring laugh.
The mirth, if such it could be called, and the change of tone were even
more disturbing to the listener.
"What have I said? Here, Prince, you are going off your nut, old man;
that's what's the matter with you! I thought it when you began this
game, but I didn't like to say so; I must now. Sitting in the sun so
much has given you a mild attack of sunstroke. If you've any feeling
that you would like to knock me about, now's your time to indulge it;
for I am going to try to make you come away from that door."
"Dick! My dear boy! I assure you I am all right! All I want is a
talk----"
"Talk! Great Scott! Have you done anything else? This has been like a
tabbies' tea-fight! There's been enough chatter to keep a tree-full of
monkeys going! Talk! Christopher Columbus! It's been a perfect Niagara
of jaw!"
"There, I'll lie in my bunk if it will please you, Dick."
"It's that, or sudden death from a blow of this ought-to-be brawny arm!
Money or your life was never uttered more seriously than I am talking.
The doctor----"
"Don't go for the doctor, Dick, please. I don't need him. I am all right
now."
"I've only your word for that; I may tell you that your face doesn't
lend any confirmation! You look as if you'd lost your seven senses and
couldn't say Bo! to a goose! Are you better?... Really? Honour bright?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Tell me, Dick, if she is your sister, who is Gracie?"
It looked like a turning of the tables! Was Dick's turn to start and
exhibit surprise. His was the wide-open-eyed-and-mouthed type of
astonishment; showed plainly in his face; deception was a thing unknown
to him. A moment's wondering silence; then he inquired:
"Who's Gracie? How the dickens did you know there was any Gracie? Why,
she's her kid, of course; my little niece!"
At that the man in the bunk laughed. Almost his old hearty ringing laugh
again. But even yet it retained a tone of wildness; he cried:
"Blind! Blind! Blind! What a crass idiot; what a senseless fool I have
been!"
Dick scratched his head; these sudden changes of mood were too much for
him; said:
"Well, you certainly _are_ behaving in first-prize-gold-medal idiotic
fashion! But the puzzle to me is, how the deuce did you know anything
about little Gracie?"
"Know about her? I actually know her! Good heavens! How clear it all
seems now."
"Does it? That's all right! I may be permitted to remark that our ideas
on opaqueness would be likely to differ!"
"It was she--oh, Dick, Dick, Dick! Don't you understand?"
"How can I help doing so--when you are so lucid! You brainless old
firework, you; let off some more crackers."
"Dick! Dick! It was she, she who christened me Prince!"
"What! Why, you said it was the girl to whom you had spoken about
marriage!"
"Quite right."
The idea returned to Dick that there must be something wrong, very
wrong--as he put it--in Masters' upper storey. Marriage! With Gracie! It
was simply too absurd for words; he said:
"You jibbering old idiot, you, what do you mean? Gracie isn't five years
old!"
"I know! I know! I know! And yet a month ago at Wivernsea I promised
her, if when she grew up she wanted to marry me--which she won't--that I
would."
"Wivernsea! Why, you know my sister!"
Masters started up. Gripped the boy by both shoulders and shook him.
Happiness struggled with the tears in his eyes as he said:
"Dick, just a wee while ago--forgive me for it, laddie--I hated you! Now
I love you! I love you! I love you! You've told me just the best news
I've heard for years."
"That's all right, old man."
He shook himself free, and ruefully rubbing his shoulders, continued:
"What that news may be I don't know; it's beyond my intellect's horizon.
However, as it pleases you it's sufficient--so long as it doesn't hurt
me. Don't make me black and blue in the exuberance of your affection. As
the poet hath it: It's all very well to dissemble your love, but why do
you kick me downstairs?"
"I'm sorry, Dick--really sorry. Did I hurt you? I'm so full of happiness
that I could kick myself for having been such a fool all this horrible
long time."
"You speak in the past tense. Seems to me the foolishness is only just
coming to a head!"
"Stop your chaff, there's a good fellow. You can use that later on. Just
now it's almost life and death with me. What's your sister's full name,
Dick?"
"Full name? Mabel Seton-Carr, of course!"
"Of course! Of course! Of course! Didn't Gracie write it in full in my
book?"
"I'll be hanged if I know! I shouldn't think it would add to the book's
sale if she did--with my remembrance of her pothooks and hangers. You
don't live at Wivernsea, do you? I never heard that there was a lunatic
asylum there!"
"Lived there for years!"
"Oh! Then perhaps you knew Mabel's husband, Seton-Carr, when he was
alive?"
"When--he--was--alive?"
"Yes. Of course! You blithering old idiot, you; what are you looking at
me like that for? You don't think that I am such an utter egregious ass
as to suggest that you have known him since his death, do you?"
"How long, Dick--how long--how long has he been dead?"
"Nine--ten months now. Between ourselves, there was not much to regret
when he added his signature to the big death-roll. Though it's not
customary to speak truth of a man who can't speak for himself, is it?"
"Blind! Blind! Blind! She's a widow! Of course! What a fool--what a fool
I have been!"
"Hear, hear--large-sized kind!"