"They don't care about me," she said to Arbuthnot one night, with a rueful laugh, as she looked around her. "And I am always afraid of their privately suspecting that I don't care about them. Sometimes when I look at them I cannot help being overpowered by a sense of there being a kind of ludicrousness in it all. Do you know, nearly every one of them has a reason for being here, and it is never by any chance connected with my reason for inviting11 them. I could give you some of the reasons. Shall I? Some of them are feminine reasons, and some of them are masculine. That woman at the end of the sofa—the thin, eager-looking one—comes because she wishes to accustom12 herself to society. Her husband is a 'rising man,' and she is in love with him, and has a hungry desire to keep pace with him. The woman she is talking to has a husband who wants something Senator Planefield may be induced to give him—and Senator Planefield is on his native heath here; that showy little Southern widow has a large claim against the government, and comes because she sees people she thinks it best to know. She is wanted because she has a favorite cousin who is given patriotically13 to opposing all measures not designed to benefit the South. It is rather fantastic when you reflect upon it, isn't it?"
"You know what I think about it without asking," answered Arbuthnot.
"Yes, you have told me," was her response; "but it will be all over before long, and then—Ah! there is Senator Blundel! Do you know, it is always a relief to me when he comes;" and she went toward him with a[Pg 448] brighter look than Arbuthnot had seen her wear at any time during the entire evening.
It had taken her some time herself to decide why it was that she liked Blundel and felt at ease with him; in fact, up to the present period she had scarcely done more than decide that she did like him. She had not found his manner become more polished as their acquaintance progressed; he was neither gallant5 nor accomplished14; he was always rather full of himself, in a genuine, masculine way. He was blunt, and by no means tactful; but she had never objected to him from the first, and after a while she had become conscious of feeling relief, as she had put it to Arbuthnot, when his strong, rather aggressive, personality presented itself upon the scene. He was not difficult to entertain, at least. Finding in her the best of listeners he entertained himself by talking to her, and by making sharp jokes, at which they both laughed with equal appreciation16. He knew what to talk about too, and what subjects to joke on; and, however apparently17 communicative his mood might be, his opinions were always kept thriftily18 in hand.
"He seems to talk a good deal," Richard said, testily19; "but, after all, you don't find out much of what he really thinks."
Bertha had discovered this early in their acquaintance. If the object in making the house attractive to him was that he might be led to commit himself in any way during his visits, that object was scarcely attained20. When at last it appeared feasible to discuss the Westoria lands project in his presence, he showed no unwillingness21 to listen or to ask questions; but, the discussion being at an end, if notes had been compared no one could have said that he had taken either side of the question.
"He's balancing things," Planefield said. "I told you he would do it. You may trust him not to speak until he has made up his mind which side of the scale the weight is on."
When these discussions were being carried on Bertha[Pg 449] had a fancy that he was more interested than he appeared outwardly. Several times she had observed that he asked her questions afterward22 which proved that no word had dropped on his ear unheeded, and that he had, for some reason best known to himself, reflected upon all he had heard. But their acquaintance had a side entirely23 untouched by worldly machinations, and it was this aspect of it which Bertha liked. There was something homely24 and genuine about it. He paid her no compliments; he even occasionally found fault with her habits, and what he regarded as the unnecessary conventionality of some of her surroundings; but his good-natured egotism never offended her. A widower25 without family, and immersed in political business, he knew little of the comforts of home life. He lived in two or three rooms, full of papers, books, and pigeon-holes, and took his meals at a hotel. He found this convenient, if not luxurious26, and more than convenience it had never yet occurred to him to expect or demand. But he was not too dull to appreciate the good which fell in his way; and after spending an hour with the Amorys on two or three occasions, when he had left the scene of his political labors27 fagged and out of humor, he began to find pleasure and relief in his unceremonious visits, and looked forward to them. There came an evening when Bertha, in looking over some music, came upon a primitive28 ballad29, which proved to be among the recollections of his youth, and she aroused him to enthusiasm by singing it. His musical taste was not remarkable30 for its cultivation31; he was strongly in favor of pronounced melody, and was disposed to regard a song as incomplete without a chorus; but he enjoyed himself when his prejudices were pandered32 to, and Bertha rather respected his courageous33, if benighted34, frankness, and his obstinate35 faith in his obsolete36 favorites. So she sang "Ben Bolt" to him, and "The Harp15 that once through Tara's Halls," and others far less classical and more florid, and while she sang he sat [Pg 450]ungracefully, but comfortably, by the fire, his eyes twinkling less watchfully38, the rugged39 lines of his blunt-featured face almost settling into repose40, and sometimes when she ended he roused himself with something like a sigh.
"Do you like it?" she would say. "Does it make you forget 'the gentleman from Indiana' and the 'senator from Connecticut'?"
"I don't want to forget them," he would reply with dogged good-humor. "They are not the kind of fellows it is safe to forget, but it makes my recollections of them more agreeable."
But after a while there were times when he was not in the best of humors, and when Bertha had a fancy that he was not entirely at ease or pleased with herself. At such times his visits were brief and unsatisfactory, and she frequently discovered that he regarded her with a restless and perturbed41 expression, as if he was not quite certain of his own opinions of her.
"He looks at me," she said to Richard, "as if he had moments of suspecting me of something."
"Nonsense!" said Richard. "What could he suspect you of?"
"Of nothing," she answered. "I think that was what we agreed to call it."
But she never failed to shrink when the twinkling eyes rested upon her with the disturbed questioning in their glance, and the consciousness of this shrinking was very bitter to her in secret.
When her guest approached her on the evening before referred to, she detected at once that he was not in a condition of mind altogether unruffled. The glances he cast on those about him were not encouraging, and the few nods of recognition he bestowed43 were far from cordial; his hair stood on end a trifle more aggressively than usual, and his short, stout44 body expressed a degree of general dissatisfaction which it was next to impossible to ignore.
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Bertha did not attempt to ignore it.
"I will tell you something before you speak to me," she said. "Something has put you out of humor."
He gave her a sharp glance, and then looked away over the heads of the crowd.
"There is always enough to put a man out of humor," he said. "What a lot of people you have here to-night! What do they come for?"
"I have just been telling Mr. Arbuthnot some of the reasons," she answered. "They are very few of them good ones. You came hoping to recover your spirits."
"I came to look at you," he said.
He was frequently blunt, but there was a bluntness about this speech which surprised her. She answered him with a laugh, however.
"I am always worth looking at," she said. "And now you have seen me"—
He was looking at her by this time, and even more sharply than before. It seemed as if he was bent45 upon reading in her face the answer to the question he had asked of it before, but he evidently did not find it.
"There's something wrong with you," he said. "I don't know what it is. I don't know what to make of you."
"If you could make anything of me but Bertha Amory," she replied, "you might do a service to society; but that is out of the question, and as to there being something wrong with me, there is something wrong with all of us. There is something wrong with Mr. Arbuthnot, he is not enjoying himself; there is something wrong with Senator Planefield, who has been gloomy all the evening."
"Planefield," he said. "Ah! yes, there he is! Here pretty often, isn't he?"
"He is a great friend of Richard's," she replied, with discretion46.
"So I have heard," he returned. And then he gave his attention to Planefield for a few minutes, as if he[Pg 452] found him also an object of deep interest. After this inspection47 he turned to Bertha again.
"Well," he said, "I suppose you enjoy all this, or you wouldn't do it?"
"You are not enjoying it," she replied. "It does not exhilarate you as I hoped it would."
"I am out of humor," was his answer. "I told you so. I have just heard something I don't like. I dropped in here to stay five minutes, and take a look at you and see if"—
He checked himself and rubbed his upright hair impatiently, almost angrily.
"I am not sure that you mightn't be enjoying yourself better," he said, "and I should like to know something more of you than I do."
"If any information I can give you"—she began.
"Come," he said, with a sudden effort at better humor, "that is the way you talk to Planefield. We are too good friends for that."
His shrewd eyes fixed48 themselves on her as if asking the unanswered question again.
"Come!" he said. "I'm a blunt, old-fashioned fogy, but we are good, honest friends,—and always have been."
She glanced across the room at Richard, who was talking to a stubborn opposer of the great measure, and making himself delightful49 beyond description. She wished for the moment that he was not quite so picturesque50 and animated51; then she gathered herself together.
"I think we have been," she said. "I hope you will believe so."
"Well," he answered, "I shouldn't like to believe anything else."
She thought that perhaps he had said more than he originally intended; he changed the subject abruptly52, made a few comments upon people near them, asked a few questions, and finally went away, having scarcely spoken to any one but herself.
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"Why did he not remain longer?" Richard asked afterward, when the guests were gone and they were talking the evening over.
"He was not in the mood to meet people," Bertha replied. "He said he had heard something he did not like, and it had put him out of humor. I think it was something about me."
"About you!" Richard exclaimed. "Why, in Heaven's name, about you?"
"His manner made me think so," she answered, coldly. "And it would not be at all unnatural54. I think we may begin to expect such things."
"Upon my word," said Richard, starting up, "I think that is going rather far. Don't you see"—with righteous indignation—"what an imputation55 you are casting on me? Do you suppose I would allow you to do anything that—that"—
She raised her eyes and met his with an unwavering glance.
"Certainly not," she said, quickly. And his sentence remained unfinished, not because he felt that his point had been admitted, but because, for some mysterious reason, it suddenly became impossible for him to say more.
More than some of late, when he had launched into one of his spasmodic defences of himself, he had found himself checked by this intangible power in her uplifted eyes, and he certainly did not feel his grievances56 the less for the experiences.
Until during the last few months he had always counted it as one of his wife's chief charms that there was nothing complicated about her, that her methods were as simple and direct as a child's. It had never seemed necessary to explain her. But he had not found this so of late. He had even begun to feel that, though there was no outward breach57 in the tenor58 of their lives, an almost impalpable barrier had risen between them. He expressed no wish she did not endeavor to gratify[Pg 454] her manner toward himself, with the exception of the fleeting59 moments when he had felt the check, was entirely unchanged; the spirit of her gayety ruled the house, as it had always done; and yet he was not always sure of the exact significance of her jests and laughter. The jests were clever, the laugh had a light ring; but there was a difference which puzzled him, and which, because he recognized in it some vague connection with himself, he tried in his moments of leisure to explain. He had even spoken of it to Colonel Tredennis on occasions when his mood was confidential61.
"She used to be as frank as a child," he said, "and have the lightest way in the world; and I liked it. I am a rather feather-headed fellow myself, perhaps, and it suited me. But it is all gone now. When she laughs I don't feel sure of her, and when she is silent I begin to wonder what she is thinking of."
The thing she thought, the words she said to herself oftenest were: "It will not last very long." She said them over to herself at moments she could not have sustained herself under but for the consolation62 she found in them. Beyond this time, when what she faced from day to day would be over, she had not yet looked.
"It is a curious thing," she said to Arbuthnot, "but I seem to have ceased even to think of the future. I wonder sometimes if very old people do not feel so—as if there was nothing more to happen."
There was another person who found the events of the present sufficient to exclude for the time being almost all thought of the future. This person was Colonel Tredennis, who had found his responsibilities increase upon him also,—not the least of these responsibilities being, it must be confessed, that intimacy63 with Mr. Richard Amory of which Bertha had spoken.
"He is very intimate with Richard," she had said, and she had every reason for making the comment.
At first it had been the colonel who had made the[Pg 455] advances, for reasons of his own, but later it had not been necessary for him to make advances. Having found relief in making his first reluctant half-confidences, Richard had gradually fallen into making others. When he had been overpowered by secret anxiety and nervous distrust of everything, finding himself alone with the colonel, and admiring and respecting above all things the self-control he saw in him,—a self-control which meant safety and silence under all temptations to betray the faintest shadow of a trust reposed64 in him,—it had been impossible for him to resist the impulse to speak of the trials which beset65 him; and, having once spoken of them, it was again impossible not to go a little farther, and say more than he had at first intended. So he had gone on from one step to another until there had come a day when the colonel himself had checked him for an instant, feeling it only the part of honor in the man who was the cooler of the two, and who had nothing to risk or repent66.
"Wait a moment," he said. "Remember that, though I have not asked questions so far, I am ready to hear anything you choose to say, but don't tell me what you might wish you had kept back to-morrow."
"The devil take it all," cried Richard, dashing his fist on the table. "I must tell some one, or I shall go mad." But the misery67 which impelled68 him notwithstanding, he always told his story in his own way, and gave it a complexion69 more delicate than a less graceful37 historian might have been generous enough to bestow42. He had been too sanguine70 and enthusiastic; he had made mistakes; he had been led by the duplicity of a wily world into follies71; he had been unfortunate; those more experienced than himself had betrayed the confidence it had been only natural he should repose in them. And throughout the labyrinth72 of the relation he wound his way,—a graceful, agile73, supple74 figure, lightly avoiding an obstacle here, dexterously75 overstepping a barrier there, and untouched by any shadow but that of misfortune.
[Pg 456]
At first he spoke53 chiefly of the complications which bore heavily upon him; and these complications, arising entirely from the actions of others, committed him to so little that the colonel listened with apprehension76 more grave than the open confession77 of greater blunders would have awakened78 in him. "He would tell more," he thought, "if there were less to tell."
The grim fancy came to him sometimes as he listened, that it was as if he watched a man circling about the edge of a volcano, drawing nearer and nearer, until at last, in spite of himself, and impelled by some dread79 necessity, he must plunge80 headlong in. And so Richard circled about his crater81: sometimes drawn82 nearer by the emotion and excitement of the moment, sometimes withdrawing a trifle through a caution as momentary83, but in each of his circlings revealing a little more of the truth. The revelations were principally connected with the Westoria lands scheme, and were such in many instances as the colonel was not wholly unprepared to hear. He had not looked on during the last year for nothing, and often, when Richard had been in gay good spirits, and had imagined himself telling nothing, his silent companion had heard his pleasantries with forebodings which he could not control. He was not deceived by any appearance of entire frankness, and knew that he had not been told all until one dark and stormy night, as he sat in his room, Richard was announced, and came in pallid84, haggard, beaten by the rain, and at the lowest ebb85 of depression. He had had a hard and bitter day of it, and it had followed several others quite as hard and bitter; he had been fagging about the Capitol, going the old rounds, using the old arguments, trying new ones, overcoming one obstacle only to find himself confronted with another, feeling that he was losing ground where it was a matter of life and death that he should gain it; spirits and courage deserting him just when he needed them most; and all this being over, he dropped into his office to find [Pg 457]awaiting him there letters containing news which gave the final blow.
He sat down by the table and began his outpourings, graceful, attractive, injured. The colonel thought him so, as he watched him and listened, recognizing meanwhile the incompleteness of his recital86, and making up his mind that the time had come when it was safer that the whole truth should be told. In the hours in which he had pondered upon the subject he gradually decided87 that such an occasion would arrive; and here it was.
So at a certain fitting juncture88, just as Richard was lightly skirting a delicate point, Tredennis leaned forward and laid his open hand on the table with a curious simplicity89 of gesture.
"I think," he said, "you had better tell me the whole story. You have never done it yet. What do you say?"
The boarder on the floor below, who had heard him walking to and fro on the first New Year's night he had spent in Washington, and on many a night since, heard his firm, regular tread again during the half hour in which Richard told, in fitful outbursts, what he had not found himself equal to telling before. It was not easy to tell it in a very clear and connected manner; it was necessary to interlard it with many explanations and extenuations, and even when these were supplied there was a baldness about the facts, as they gradually grouped themselves together, which it was not agreeable to contemplate90; and Richard felt this himself gallingly.
"I know how it appears to you," he said; "I know how it sounds! That is the maddening side of it,—it looks so much worse than it really is! There is not a man living who would accuse me of intentional91 wrong. Confound it! I seem to have been forced into doing the very things it was least natural to me to do! Bertha herself would say it,—she would understand it. She is always just and generous!"
"Yes," said the colonel; "I should say she had been generous."
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"You mean that I have betrayed her generosity92!" cried Richard. "That, of course! I expected it."
"You will find," said the colonel, "that others will say the same thing."
He had heard even more than his worst misgivings93 had suggested to him, and the shock of it had destroyed something of his self-control. For the time being he was in no lenient94 mood.
"I know what people will say!" Richard exclaimed. "Do you suppose I have not thought of it a thousand times? I know what I should say if I did not know the circumstances. It is the circumstances that make the difference."
"The fact that they are your circumstances, and not another man's," began Tredennis; but there he checked himself. "I beg your pardon," he said, coldly. "I have no right to meet your confidence with blame. It will do no good. If I can give you no help, I might better be silent. There were circumstances which appeared extenuating95 to you, I suppose."
He was angered by his own anger, as he had often been before. He told himself that he was making the matter a personal cause, as usual; but how could he hear that her very generosity and simplicity had been used against her by the man who should have guarded her interests as his first duty, without burning with sharp and fierce indignation.
"If I understand you," he said, "your only hope of recovering what you have lost lies in the success of the Westoria scheme?"
"Yes," answered Amory, with his forehead on his hands, "that is the diabolical96 truth!"
"And you have lost?"
"Once I was driven into saying to you that if the thing should fail it would mean ruin to me. That was the truth, too."
The colonel stood still.
"Ruin to you!" he said. "Ruin to your wife[Pg 459]—ruin to your children—serious loss to the old man who"—
"Who trusted me!" Richard finished, gnawing97 his white lips. "I see it in exactly the same light myself, and it does not make it easier to bear. That is the way a thing looks when it fails. Suppose it had succeeded. It may succeed yet. They trusted me, and, I tell you, I trusted myself."
It was easy to see just what despair would seize him if the worst came to the worst, and how powerless he would be in its clutches. He was like a reed beaten by the wind, even now. A sudden paroxysm of fear fell upon him.
"Great God!" he cried. "It can't fail! What could I say to them—how could I explain it?"
A thousand wild thoughts surged through Tredennis' brain as he heard him. The old sense of helplessness was strong upon him. To his upright strength there seemed no way of judging fairly of, or dealing98 practically with, such dishonor and weakness. What standard could be applied99 to a man who lied agreeably in his very thoughts of himself and his actions? He had scarcely made a statement during the last hour which had not contained some airy falsehood. Of whom was it he thought in his momentary anguish100? Not of Bertha—not of her children—not of the gentle old scholar, who had always been lenient with his faults. It was of himself he was thinking—of Richard Amory, robbed of his refined picturesqueness101 by mere102 circumstance and placed by bad luck at a baleful disadvantage!
For a few minutes there was a silence. Richard sat with his brow upon his hands, his elbows on the table before him. Tredennis paced to and fro, looking downward. At length Richard raised his head. He did so because Tredennis had stopped his walk.
"What is it?" he asked.
Tredennis walked over to him and sat down. He was pale, and wore a set and rigid look, the chief [Pg 460]characteristic of which was that it expressed absolutely nothing. His voice was just as hard and expressed as little when he spoke.
"I have a proposition to make to you," he said, "and I will preface it by the statement that, as a business man, I am perfectly103 well aware that it is almost madness to make it. I say 'almost.' Let it rest there. I will assume the risks you have run in the Westoria scheme. Invest the money you have charge of in something safer. You say there are chances of success. I will take those chances."
"What!" cried Richard. "What!"
He sat upright, staring. He did not believe the evidence of his senses; but Tredennis went on, without the quiver of a muscle, speaking steadily104, almost monotonously105.
"I have money," he said. "More than you know, perhaps. I have had recently a legacy106 which would of itself make me a comparatively rich man. That I was not dependent upon my pay you knew before. I have no family. I shall not marry. I am fond of your children, of Janey particularly. I should have provided for her future in any case. You have made a bad investment in these lands; transfer them to me and invest in something safer."
"And if the bill fails to pass!" exclaimed Richard.
"If it fails to pass I shall have the land on my hands; if it passes I shall have made something by a venture, and Janey will be the richer; but, as it stands, the venture had better be mine than yours. You have lost enough."
Richard gave his hair an excited toss backward, and stared at him as he had done before; a slight, cold moisture broke out on his forehead.
"You mean"—he began, breathlessly.
"Do you remember," said Tredennis, "what I told you of the comments people were beginning to make? They have assumed the form I told you they would. It[Pg 461] is best for—for your children that they should be put an end to. If I assume these risks there will be no farther need for you to use—to exert yourself." He began to look white about the mouth, and through his iron stolidity107 there was something revealed before which Richard felt himself quail109. "The night that Blundel came in to your wife's reception, and remained so short a time, he had heard a remark upon the influence she was exerting over him, and it had had a bad effect. The remark was made publicly at one of the hotels." He turned a little whiter, and the something all the strength in him had held down at the outset leaped to the surface. "I have no wife to—to use," he said; "if I had, by Heavens, I would have spared her!"
He had held himself in hand and been silent a long time, but he could not do it now.
"She is the mother of your children," he cried, clenching110 his great hand. "And women are beginning to avoid her, and men to bandy her name to and fro. You have deceived her; you have thrown away her fortune; you have used her as an instrument in your schemes. I, who am only an outsider, with no right to defend her—I defend her for her father's sake, for her child's, for her own! You are on the verge111 of ruin and disgrace. I offer you the chance to retrieve112 yourself—to retrieve her! Take it, if you are a man!"
Richard had fallen back in his chair breathless and ashen113. In all his imaginings of what the future might hold he had never thought of such a possibility as this,—that it should be this man who would turn upon him and place an interpretation114 so fiercely unsparing upon what he had done! Under all his admiration115 and respect for the colonel there had been hidden, it must be admitted, an almost unconscious touch of contempt for him, as a rather heavy and unsophisticated personage, scarcely versatile116 or agile enough, and formed in a mould somewhat obsolete and quixotic,—a safe person to confide60 in, and one to invite confidence passively by his[Pg 462] belief in what was presented to him; a man to make a good listener and to encourage one to believe in one's own statements, certainly not a man to embarrass and discourage a historian by asking difficult questions or translating too literally117 what was said. He had not asked questions until to-night, and his face had said very little for him on any occasion. Among other things Richard had secretly—though leniently—felt him to be a trifle stolid108, and had amiably118 forgiven him for it. It was this very thing which made the sudden change appear so keen an injustice119 and injury; it amounted to a breach of confidence, that he should have formed a deliberate and obstinate opinion of his own, entirely unbiassed by the presentation of the case offered to him. He had spoken more than once, it was true, in a manner which had suggested prejudice; but it had been the prejudice of the primeval mind, unable to adjust itself to modern conditions and easily disregarded by more experienced. But now!—he was stolid no longer. His first words had startled Richard beyond expression. His face said more for him than his words; it burned white with the fire it had hidden so long; his great frame quivered with the passion of the moment; when he had clenched120 his hand it had been in the vain effort to hold it still; and yet the man who saw it recognized in it only the wrath121 and scorn which had reference to himself. Perhaps it was best that it should have been so,—best that his triviality was so complete that he could see nothing which was not in some way connected with his own personality.
"Tredennis," he gasped122 out, "you are terribly harsh! I did not think you"—
"Even if I could lie and palter to you," said Tredennis, his clenched hand still on the table, "this is not the time for it. I have tried before to make you face the truth, but you have refused to do it. Perhaps you had made yourself believe what you told me,—that no harm was meant or done. I know what harm has been[Pg 463] done. I have heard the talk of the hotel corridors and clubs!" His hand clenched itself harder and he drew in a sharp breath.
"It is time that you should give this thing up," he continued, with deadly determination. "And I am willing to shoulder it. Who else would do the same thing?"
"No one else," said Richard, bitterly. "And it is not for my sake you do it either; it is for the sake of some of your ideal fancies that are too fine for us worldlings to understand, I swear!" And he felt it specially123 hard that it was so.
"Yes," replied the colonel, "I suppose you might call it that. It is not for your sake, as you say. It has been one of my fancies that a man might even deny himself for the sake of an—an idea, and I am not denying myself. I am only giving to your child, in one way, what I meant to give to her in another. She would be willing to share it with her mother, I think."
And then, somehow, Richard began to feel that this offer was a demand, and that, even if his sanguine mood should come upon him again, he would not find it exactly easy to avoid it. It seemed actually as if there was something in this man—some principle of strength, of feeling, of conviction—which almost constituted a right by which he might contend for what he asked; and before it, in his temporary abasement124 and anguish of mind, Richard Amory faltered125. He said a great deal, it is true, and argued his case as he had argued it before, being betrayed in the course of the argument by the exigencies126 of the case to add facts as well as fancies. He endeavored to adorn127 his position as much as possible, and, naturally, his failure was not entire. There were hopes of the passage of the bill, sometimes strong hopes, it seemed; if the money he had invested had been his own; if it had not been for the failure of his speculations128 in other quarters; if so much had not depended upon failure and success,—he would have run[Pg 464] all risks willingly. There were, indeed, moments when it almost appeared that his companion was on the point of making a capital investment, and being much favored thereby129.
"It is really not half so bad as it seems," he said, gaining cheerfulness as he talked. "But, after such a day as I have had, a man loses courage and cannot look at things collectedly. I have been up and down in the scale a score of times in the last eight hours. That is where the wear and tear comes in. A great deal depends on Blundel; and I had a talk with him which carried us farther than we have ever been before."
"Farther," said Tredennis. "In what direction?"
Richard flushed slightly.
"I think I sounded him pretty well," he said. "There is no use mincing130 matters; it has to be done. We have never been able to get at his views of things exactly, and I won't say he went very far this afternoon; but I was in a desperate mood, and—well, I think I reached bottom. He half promised to call at the house this evening. I dare say he is with Bertha now."
Something in his flush, which had a slightly excited and triumphant131 air, something in his look and tone, caused Tredennis to start in his chair.
"What is he there for?" he said. "What do you mean?"
Richard thrust his hands in his pockets. For a moment he seemed to have lost all his grace and refinement132 of charm,—for the moment he was a distinctly coarse and undraped human being.
"He has gone to make an evening call," he said. "And if she manages him as well as she has managed him before,—as well as she can manage any man she chooses to take in hand, and yet not give him more than a smile or so,—your investment, if you make it, may not turn out such a bad one."
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