It was with a firmer tread that Clement1 went back to his desk in the bank. He had pleased his father and he was pleased with himself. Here at last was something to do. Here at last was something to fight. Here at last was mettle2 in the banking3 business that suited him; and not a mere4 counting of figures and reckoning of pennies, and taking in at four per cent. and putting out at eight. His gaze, passing over the ledger5 that lay before him, focussed itself on the unconscious customers beyond the counter. He had the air of challenging them, of defying them. They were the enemy. It was their folly6, their greed, their selfishness, their insensate desire to save themselves, let who would perish, that menaced the bank, that threatened the security, the well-being7, the happiness of better men. It was a battle and they were the enemy. He scowled8 at them. Supposing them to have sense, patience, unselfishness, there would be no battle and no danger. But he knew that they had it not in them. No, they would rush in at the first alarm, like a flock of silly sheep, and thrusting and pushing and trampling9 one another down, would run, each bent10 on his own safety, blindly on ruin.
From this moment the bank became to him a place of interest and color, instead of that which it had been. Where there was danger there was romance. Even Rodd, adding up a customer's pass-book, his face more thoughtful than usual, wore a halo, for he stood in peril11. If the shutters12 went up Rodd would suffer with his betters. He would lose his place, he would be thrown on the world. He would lose, too, the trifle which he had on deposit in the bank. And even Rodd might have his plans and aims and ambitions, might be hoping for a rise, might be looking to marry some day--and some one!
Pheugh! Clement's mouth opened, he stared aghast--stared at the wire blind that obscured the lower half of the nearer window, as if all his faculties13 were absorbed in reading the familiar legend, KNAB S'NOTGNIVO, that showed darkly upon it. Customers, Rodd, the bank, all vanished. For he had forgotten! He had forgotten Josina! In contemplating14 what was exciting in the struggle before him he had forgotten that his stake was greater than the stake of others--that it was immeasurably greater. For it was Josina. He stood far enough below her as it was, separated from her by a height of pride and prejudice and convention, which he must scale if he would reach her. But he had one point in his favor--as things were. His father was wealthy, and standing15 a-tiptoe on his father's money-bags he might possibly aspire16 to her hand. So uplifted, so advantaged he might hope to grasp that hand, and in the end, by boldness and resolution, to make it his own.
That was the position as long as all went well at the bank: and it was a position difficult enough. But if the money-bags crumbled17 and sank beneath his feet? If in the crisis that was coming they toppled over, and his father failed, as he might fail? If he lost the footing, the one footing that money now gave him? Then her hand would be altogether out of his reach, she would be far above him. He could not hope to reach her, could not hope to gain her, could not in honor even aspire to her?
He saw that now. His stake was Josina, and the battle lost, he lost Josina. He had been brave enough until he thought of that, reckless even, welcoming the trumpet18 call. But seeing that, and seeing it suddenly, he groaned19.
The sound recalled him to himself, and he winced20, remembering his father's injunction to show a cheerful front. That he should have failed so soon! He looked guiltily at Arthur. Had he heard?
But Arthur had not heard. He was standing at a desk attached to the wall, his back towards Clement, his side-face to the window. He had not heard, because his thoughts had been elsewhere, and strange to say, the subject which had engaged them had been also Josina. The banker's warning had been a sharp blow to him. He was practical. He prided himself on the quality, and he foresaw no pleasure in a contest in which the success that was his be-all and end-all would be hazarded.
True, his mercurial21 spirit had already begun to rise, and with every minute he leant more and more to the opinion that the alarm was groundless. He thought that the banker was scaring himself, and seeing bogies where no bogies were--as if forsooth a little fall meant a great catastrophe22, or all the customers would leave the bank because Wolley did! But he none the less for that looked abroad. Prudently23 he reviewed the resources that would remain to him in the event of defeat, and like a cautious general he determined24 beforehand his line of retreat.
That line was plain. If the bank failed, if a thing so cruel and incredible could happen, he still had Garth. He still had Garth to fall back upon, its lands, its wealth, its position. The bank might go, and Ovington--confound him for the silly mismanagement that had brought things to this!--might go into limbo26 with it, and Clement and Rodd and the rest of them--after all, it was their native level! But for him, born in the purple, there would still be Garth.
Only he must be quick. He must not lose a day or an hour. If he waited too long, word of the bank's embarrassments27 might reach the old man, re-awaken his prejudices, warp28 his mind, and all might be lost. The influence on which he counted for success might cease to be his, and in a moment he might find himself out in the cold. Weakened as the Squire29 was, it would not be wise to trust too much to the change in him!
No, he must do it at once. He would ride out that very day, and gain, as he did not doubt that he would gain, the Squire's permission to speak to Josina. He would leave no room for accidents, and, setting these aside, he did not doubt the result.
He carried out his intention in spite of some demur30 on Clement's part, who in his new-born zeal31 thought that in his father's absence the other ought to remain on the spot. But Arthur had the habit of the upper hand, and with a contemptuous fling at Clement's own truancies, took it now. He was at Garth before sunset of the short November day, and he had not sat in the Squire's room ten minutes before chance gave him the opening he desired.
The old man had been listening to the town news, and apparently32 had been engrossed33 in it. But suddenly, he leant forward, and poked34 Arthur with the end of his stick. "Here do you tell me!" he said. "What ails35 the girl? I've no eyes, but I've ears, and there's something. What's amiss with her, eh?"
"Do you mean Josina, sir?"
"Who else, man? I asked you what's the matter with her. D'you think I don't know that there is something? I've all my senses but one, thank God, and I can hear if I can't see! What is it?"
Arthur saw in a moment that here was the opportunity, he needed, and he made haste to seize it. "The truth is, sir----" he said with a candor36 which was attractive. "I was going to speak to you about Josina, I have been wishing to do so for some time."
"Eh? Well?"
"I have said nothing to her. But it is possible that she may be aware of my feelings."
"Oh, that's it, is it?" the Squire said drily. It was impossible to say whether he was pleased or not.
"If I had your permission to speak to her, sir?" Arthur felt, now that he had come to the point, just the amount of nervousness which was becoming. "We have been brought up together, and I don't think that I can be taking you by surprise."
"And you think it will be no surprise to her?"
"Well, sir," modestly, "I think it will not."
"More ways of killing37 a cat than drowning it, eh? That's it, is it? Haven't spoken, but let her know? And you want my leave?"
"Yes, sir, to ask her to be my wife," Arthur said frankly39. "It has been my wish for some time, but I have hesitated. Of course, I am no great match for her, but I am of her blood, and----"
He paused. He did not know what to add, and the Squire did not help him, and for the first time Arthur felt a pang40 of uneasiness. This was not lessened41 when the old man asked, "How long has this been going on, eh?"
"Oh, for a long time, sir--on my side," Arthur answered. There was an ominous42 silence. The Squire might be taking it well or ill--it was impossible to judge. He had not changed his attitude and still sat, leaning forward, his hands on his stick, impenetrable behind his bandages. It struck Arthur that he might have been premature43; that he might have put his favor to too high a test. It might have been wiser to work upon Josina, and wait and see how things turned out.
At last. "She'll not go out of this house," the Squire said. And he sighed in a way unusual with him, even when he had been at his worst. "That's understood. There's room for you here, and any brats44 you may have. That's understood, eh?" sharply.
"Willingly, sir," Arthur answered. A great weight had been lifted from him.
"And you'll take her name, do you hear?"
"Of course, sir. I shall be proud to do so."
The Squire sighed, and again he was silent.
"Then--then I may speak to her, sir?"
"Wait a bit! Wait a bit!" The Squire had more to say, it appeared. "You'll leave the bank, of course?"
Arthur's mind, trained to calculation, reviewed the position. Most heartily45 he wished--though he thought that Ovington's views were unnecessarily dark--that he could leave the bank. But he could not. The moment when Ovington might have released him, when the cancellation46 of the articles had been possible, was past. The banker could no longer afford to cancel them, or to lose the five thousand pounds that Arthur had brought in.
He hesitated, and the old man read his hesitation47, and was wroth. "You heard what I said?" he growled48, and he struck his stick upon the floor. "Do you think I am going to have my daughter's husband counterskipping in Aldersbury? Cheek by jowl with every grocer and linen-draper in the town? Bad enough as it is, bad enough, but when you're Jos's husband--no, by G--d, that's flat! You'll leave the bank, and you'll leave it at once, or you're no son-in-law for me. I'll not have the name of Griffin dragged in the dirt."
Arthur had not anticipated this, though he might easily have foreseen it; and he cursed his folly. He ought to have known that the old question would be raised, and that it would revive the Squire's antagonism49. He was like a fox caught in a trap, nay50, like a fox that has put its own foot in the trap; and he had no time to give any but a candid51 answer. "I am afraid, sir," he said. "I mean--I am quite willing to comply with your wishes. But unfortunately there's a difficulty. I am tied to the bank for three years. At the end of three years----"
"Three years be d--d!" In a passion the Squire struck his stick on the floor. "Three years! I'm to sit here for three years while you go in and out, partner with Ovington! Then my answer is, No! No! Do you hear? I'll not have it."
The perspiration52 stood on Arthur's brow. Here was a débacle! An end, crushing and complete, to all his hopes! Desperately53 he tried to explain himself and mend matters. "If I could act for myself, sir," he said, "I would leave the bank to-morrow. But the agreement----"
"Agreement? Don't talk to me of agreements! You could ha' helped it!" the Squire snarled54. "You could ha' helped it! Only you would go on! You went in against my advice! And for the agreement, who but a fool would ha' signed such an agreement? No, you may go, my lad. As you ha' brewed55 you may bake! You may go! If I'd known this was going on, I'd not ha' seen so much of you, you may be sure of that! As it is, Good-day! Good-day to you!"
It was indeed a débacle; and Arthur could hardly believe his ears, or that he stood in his own shoes. In a moment, in one moment he had fallen from the height of favor and the pinnacle56 of influence, and disowned and defeated, he could hardly take in the mischance that had befallen him. Slowly he got to his feet, and as soon as he could master his voice, "I'm grieved, sir," he answered, "more grieved than I, can say, that you should take it like this--when I have no choice. I am sorry for my own sake."
"Ay, ay!" with grim irony57. "I can believe that."
"And sorry for Josina's."
He could think of no further plea at the moment--he must wait and hope for the best; and he moved towards the door, cursing his folly, his all but incredible folly, but finding no remedy. His hand was on the latch58 of the door when "Wait!" the old man said.
Arthur turned and waited; wondering, even hoping. The Squire sat, looking straight before him, if that might be said of a blind man, and presently he sighed. Then, "Here, come back!" he ordered. But again for awhile he said no more, and Arthur waited, completely in the dark as to what was working in the other's mind. At last. "There, maybe I've been hasty," the old man muttered, "and not thought of all. Will you leave the bank when you can, young man?"
"Of course, I will, sir!" Arthur cried.
"Then--then you may speak to her," the Squire said reluctantly, and he marked the reluctance59 with another sigh.
And so, as suddenly as he had raised the objection, he withdrew it, to Arthur's intense astonishment60. Only one conclusion could he draw--that the Squire was indeed failing. And on that, with a hastily murmured word of thanks, he escaped from the room, hardly knowing whether he walked on his head or his feet.
Lord, what a near thing it had been. And yet--no! The Squire--it must be that--was a failing man. He had no longer the strength or the stubbornness to hold to the course that his whims61 or his crabbed62 humor suggested. The danger might not have been so real or substantial, after all.
Yet the relief was great, and coming on Miss Peacock, who was crossing the hall with a bowl in her hand, he seized her by the waist and whirled her round, bowl and all. "Hallo, Peacock! Hallo, Peacock!" he cried in the exuberance63 of his joy. "Where's Jos?"
"Let go!" she cried. "You'll have it over! What's come to you?"
"Where's Jos? Where's Jos?"
"Good gracious, how should I know? There, be quiet," in pretended anger, though she liked it well enough. "What's come to you? If you must know, she's moping in her room. It's where I find her most times when she's not catching64 cold in the gardenhouse, and her father's noticed it at last. He's in a pretty stew65 about her, and if you ask me, I don't think that she's ever got over that night."
"I'll cure her!" Arthur cried in a glow, and he gave Miss Peacock another twirl.
But he had no opportunity of trying his cure that evening, for Jos, when she came downstairs, kept close to her father, and it was not until after breakfast on the morrow that he saw her go into the garden through the side-door, a relic66 of the older house that had once stood there. To frame it a stone arch of Tudor date had been filled in, and on either side of this, outlined in stone on the brick wall, was a pointed67 window of three lights. But Arthur's thoughts as he followed Jos into the garden were far from such dry-as-dust matters. The reaction after fear, the assurance that all was well, intoxicated68 him, and in a glow of spirits that defied the November day he strode down the walk under boughs69 that half-bare, and over leaves that half-shrivelled, owned alike the touch of autumn. He caught sight of a skirt on the raised walk at the farther end of the garden and he made for it, bounding up the four steps with a light foot and a lover's haste. A handsome young fellow, with a conquering air!
Jos was leaning on the wall, a shawl about her shoulders, her eyes bent on the mill and the Thirty Acres; and her presence in that place on that not too cheerful morning, and her pensive70 stillness, might have set him wondering, had he given himself time to think. But he was full of his purpose, he viewed her only as she affected71 it, and he saw nothing except what he wished to see. When, hearing his footsteps, she turned, her color did not rise--and that too might have told him something. But had he spared this a thought, it would only have been to think that her color would rise soon enough when he spoke38.
"Jos!" he cried, while some paces still separated them. "I've seen your father! And I've spoken to him!" He waved his hand as one proclaiming a victory.
But what victory? Jos was as much in the dark as if he had never paid court to her in those far-off days. "Is anything the matter?" she asked, and she turned as if she would go back to the house.
But he barred the way. "Nothing," he said. "Why should there be? On the contrary, dear. Don't I tell you that I've spoken to the Squire? And he says that I may speak to you."
"To me?" She looked at him candidly72, with no inkling in her mind of what he meant.
"Yes! My dear girl, don't you understand? He has given me leave to speak to you--to ask you to be my wife?" And as her lips parted and she gazed at him in astonishment, he took possession of her hand. The position was all in favor of a lover, for the parapet was behind her, and she could not escape if she would; while the ordeal73 through which he had passed gave this lover an ardor74 that he might otherwise have lacked. "Jos, dear," he continued, looking into her eyes, "I've waited--waited patiently, knowing that it was useless to speak until he gave me leave. But now"--after all, love-making with that pretty startled face before him, that trembling hand in his, was not unpleasant--"I come to you--for my reward."
"But, Arthur," she protested, almost too much surprised for words, "I had no idea----"
"Come, don't say that! Don't say that, Jos dear! No idea? Why, hasn't it always been this way with us! Since the day that we cut our names on the old pew? Haven't I seen you blush like a rose when you looked at it--many and many a time? And if I haven't dared to make love to you of late, surely you have known what was in my mind? Have we not always been meaning this--you and I?"
She was thunder-struck. Had it been really so? Could he be right? Had she been blind, and had he been feeling all this while she guessed nothing of it? She looked at him in distress75, in increasing distress. "But indeed, indeed," she said, "I have not been meaning it, Arthur, I have not, indeed!"
"Not?" incredulously. "You've not known that I----"
"No!" she protested. "And I don't think that it has always been so with us." Then, collecting herself and in a firmer voice, "No, Arthur, not lately, I am sure. I don't think that it has been so on your side--I don't, indeed. And I'm sure that I have not thought of this myself."
"Jos!"
"No, Arthur, I have not, indeed."
"You haven't seen that I loved you?"
"No. And," looking him steadily76 in the face, "I am not sure that you do."
"Then let me tell you that I do. I do!" And he tried to possess himself of her other hand, and there was a little struggle between them. "Dear, dear girl, I do love you," he swore. "And I want you, I want you for my wife. And your father permits it. Do you understand--I don't think you do? He sanctions it."
He would have put his arm round her, thinking to overcome her bashfulness, thinking that this was but maidenly77 pride, waiting to be conquered. But she freed herself with unexpected vigor78 and slipped from him. "No, I don't wish it!" she said. And her attitude and her tone were so resolute79, that he could no longer deceive himself. "No! Listen, Arthur." She was pale, but there was a surprising firmness in her face. "Listen! I do not believe that you love me. You have given me no cause to think so these many months. Such a boy and girl affection as was once between us might have grown into love in time, had you wished it. But you did not seem to wish it, and it has not. What you feel is not love."
"You know so much about love!" he scoffed80. He was taken aback, but he tried to laugh--tried to pass it off.
But she did not give way. "I know what love is," she answered firmly. And then, without apparent cause, a burning blush rose to her very hair. Yet, in defiance81 of this, she repeated her words. "I know what love is, and I do not believe that you feel it for me. And I am sure, quite sure, Arthur," in a lower tone, "that I do not feel it for you. I could not be your wife."
"Jos!" he pleaded earnestly. "You are joking! Surely you are joking."
"No, I am not joking. I do not wish to hurt you. I am grieved if I do hurt you. But that is the truth. I do not want to marry you."
He stared at her. At last she had compelled him to believe her, and he reddened with anger; only to turn pale, a moment later, as a picture of himself humiliated82 and rejected, his plans spoiled by the fancy of this foolish girl, rose before him. He could not understand it; it seemed incredible. And there must be some reason? Desperately he clutched at the thought that she was afraid of her father. She had not grasped the fact that the Squire had sanctioned his suit, and, controlling his voice as well as he could, "Are you really in earnest, Jos?" he said. "Do you understand that your father is willing? That it is indeed his wish that we should marry?"
"I cannot help it."
"But--love?" Though he tried to keep his temper his voice was growing sharp. "What, after all, do you know of--love?" And rapidly his mind ran over the possibilities. No, there could be no one else. She knew few, and among them no one who could have courted her without his knowledge. For, strange to say, no inkling of the meetings between Clement and his cousin had reached him. They had all taken place within a few weeks, they had ceased some months back, and though there were probably some in the house who had seen things and drawn83 their conclusions, the favorers of young love are many, and no one save Thomas had tried to make mischief84. No, there could be no one, he decided85; it was just a silly girl's romantic notion. "And how can you say," he continued, "that mine is not real love? What do you know of it? Believe me, Jos, you are playing with your happiness. And with mine."
"I do not think so," she answered gravely. "As to my own, I am sure, Arthur. I do not love you and I cannot marry you."
"And that is your answer?"
"Yes, it must be."
He forced a laugh. "Well, it will be news for your father," he said. "A clever game you have played, Miss Jos! Never tell me that it is not in women's nature to play the coquette after this. Why, if I had treated you as you have treated me--and made a fool of me! Made a fool of me!" he reiterated86 passionately87, unable to control his chagrin--"I should deserve to be whipped!"
And afraid that he would break down before her and disgrace his manhood, he turned about, sprang down the steps and savagely88 spurning89, savagely trampling under foot the shrivelled leaves, he strode across the garden to the house. "The little fool!" he muttered, and he clenched90 his hands as if he could have crushed her within them. "The little fool!"
He was angry, he was very angry, for hitherto fortune had spoiled him. He had been successful, as men with a single aim usually are successful. He had attained91 to most of the things which he had desired. Now to fail where he had deemed himself most sure, to be repulsed92 where he had fancied that he had only to stoop, to be scorned where he had thought that he had but to throw the handkerchief, to be rejected and rejected by Jos--it was enough to make any man angry, to make any man grind his teeth and swear! And how--how in the world was he to explain the matter to his uncle? How account to him for his confidence in the issue? His cheeks burned as he thought of it.
He was angry. But his wrath93 was no match for the disappointment that warred with it and presently, as passion waned94, overcame it. He had to face and to weigh the consequences. The loss of Jos meant much more than the loss of a mild and biddable wife with a certain charm of her own. It meant the loss of Garth, of the influence that belonged to it, the importance that flowed from it, the position it conferred. It meant the loss of a thing which he had come to consider as his own. The caprice of this obstinate95 girl robbed him of that which he had bought by a long servitude, by much patience, by many a tiresome96 ride between town and country!
There, in that loss, was the true pinch! But he must think of it. He must take time to review the position and consider how he might deal with it. It might be that all was not yet lost--even at Garth.
In the meantime he avoided seeing his uncle, and muttering a word to Miss Peacock, he had his horse saddled. He mounted in the yard and descended97 the drive at his usual pace. But as soon as he had gained the road, he lashed98 his nag25 into a canter, and set his face for town. At worst the bank remained, and he must see that it did remain. He must not let himself be scared by Ovington's alarms. If a crisis came he must tackle the business as he alone could tackle business, and all would be well. He was sure of it.
Withal he was spared one pang, the pang of disappointed love.
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