Jimmy's two-seater was suffering from one of its usual breakdowns1. That red-haired young man, instructing his porter to put his bag into a first-class smoker2, had no idea of the coil woven about his destiny. Ronnie he had not seen for some weeks; Julia's letter to his firm requesting that "Mr. Wilberforce, Jr., should, if possible, come down and see me" conveyed an invitation to stay the Friday night, but no hint of Mollie's presence at Daffadillies.
Nevertheless, as he watched Victoria Station slide past the lowered windows, the solicitor3's thoughts visualized4 a girl whose letters from Clyst Fullerford showed all too plainly that she meant to insist, despite her love for him, on Aliette's divorce preceding her own marriage. Jimmy had written that girl only a week since, begging her--"for the absolutely last time of asking"--to be reasonable. But the veiled threat brought only the inevitable5 reply, "You mustn't ask me that. It wouldn't be fair to Alie."
He had apologized for his veiled threat; but the reply to it still rankled6. "Really," thought the junior partner in Wilberforce, Wilberforce & Cartwright, "it's getting a bit too thick. I've told her over and over again that I don't care what her sister does. As far as I am concerned, she can go on living with Cavendish till the cows come home. But when it comes to that dear little idiot insisting that I should arrange my prospective7 sister-in-law's divorce before my own marriage--well, it's enough to try the temper of the lord chief!"
Though temperamentally incapable8 of a grand passion, the solicitor had long ceased to regard matrimony, in his own particular and individual case, as an unsentimental contract. He wanted the girl; and "Dash it all," he decided9, "this thing's got to stop. If necessary, I'll have to run down to Devonshire. I can't wait much longer. She's asking too much of a chap. I can't settle this affair of her sister's. Nobody can settle it except H. B. And H. B.'s as obstinate10 as a mule11. Bit of a cad is H. B. Clever devil, though; I wish I had his income."
Ruminating12 thus, James Wilberforce made Horsham Junction13; changed trains; and arrived, still ruminating, at West Water.
"Here, you," he called to the solitary14 porter, "is there a conveyance15 of any sort from Daffadillies?"
"Yes, sir. There's a motor; and two ladies, sir."
For a moment, Jimmy's eyes refused to recognize the two lone16 figures by the ticket-collector's gate of the little wayside platform: Aliette in a dove-gray coat and skirt, floppy17 straw shading her eyes; and Mollie, hatless, gloveless, almost too obviously unperturbed at his approach. Then, conquering surprise, he took off his hat; shook hands; and was whisked into the tonneau of a dusty car before he could collect his wits.
"Astonished, Jimmy?" smiled the girl, still outwardly unperturbed, as Aliette, hardly restraining a sly chuckle18 of amusement, climbed up beside the driver.
"I certainly didn't expect----"
"To find me here." Imperturbability19 gave place to diffidence. "I didn't know you were coming down till an hour ago. Perhaps, if I had known, I shouldn't have come."
"That's a jolly remark to one's fiancé."
"I'm not your fiancée."
They were within two miles of Daffadillies before Jimmy ventured his next remark. "Then you haven't changed your mind, dear?"
"Certainly not. And, Jimmy--please behave yourself."
The man--his slight caress20 eluded--fell into a sulky silence. "Devilish awkward position," he decided--thought of his father's baronetcy, and of the social responsibilities entailed21 on a family solicitor, weighing heavily on his Philistine22 mind--"women are the devil!" He felt that he had been trapped; first, into foregathering with Aliette, a situation he had done his best to avoid since the scandal; secondly23, into a scene with Mollie; and thirdly, into yet another discussion with that very resolute24 old lady, Julia Cavendish, about her son's matrimonial troubles.
Nevertheless, the drive soothed25 him; and by the time they made the stone lodge26 and the eagle-crowned pillars of the great house, the prospect--scene or no scene--of twenty-four hours in Mollie's company outweighed27 all other considerations. Moreover, it seemed impossible to associate the foursquare magnificence and tree-girt terraces of Daffadillies with any form of scandal!
"And how is Mrs. Cavendish?" he remembered to ask Aliette, as they alighted. "Bucking28 up, one hears."
"She's ever so much better. She's in the garden to-day."
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It is one of the tragedies of a long illness that those who live in daily contact with it fail to perceive the changes wrought29 in their loved one.
James Wilberforce, as he made his way through the long hall and out of the French windows, down the stone steps on to the south lawns, was horrified30 at the first sight of his client. Only two days since he had read of her, somewhere or other, as "well on her way to recovery." Nearing the shawled figure in the long chair under the cedar-tree, he knew the full inaccuracy of that bulletin. Julia Cavendish had shrunk to a merest vestige31 of the woman he remembered. The hand she extended to him seemed so frail32 that he hardly dared clasp it. The gray hair was nearly white; the sunken cheeks hectic33; the bloodless lips tremulous. Only in her eyes shone the old dominance.
"Ronnie's coming down by the evening train," said the semblance34 of his old client. "We're wondering if you'll stay the week-end." A servant whom Jimmy remembered to have seen at Bruton Street brought silver tea-things, a table, a cake-stand, and a hot-water-bottle for the invalid35's feet. "My daughter-in-law coddles me," she told him, as Aliette arranged the hot-water-bottle on the foot-rest of the chair and retucked an eiderdown round the thin knees. "But I don't grumble36. It's so splendid to feel one's getting well again."
But once Julia had been carried into the house by nurse and Smithers, the young man in the town clothes forgot all about her. He wanted to be alone with Mollie--and the "Brunton woman," confound her, refused to leave them alone.
That tea-time, James Wilberforce learned yet another lesson, to wit, the exact meaning of our ancient saw, "one man's meat is another man's poison." To him Aliette, the exquisite38 Aliette, was a bore, a nuisance, an interloper. He had never pretended to like Mollie's sister. Now positively39 he loathed40 her. Had it not been for the old lady's "daughter-in-law"--Daughter-in-law, forsooth. Why, damn it all, the position was a public disgrace!
Irritably41 surveying both sisters, Jimmy speculated why on earth Ronald Cavendish should have jeopardized42 his career for any one so utterly43 insipid44 as Aliette. She was insipid, compared with Mollie. Except for her hair. And that, in the sunlight, was red. A rotten red! (Jimmy, like most red-haired people, could not bear the color in others.) As for the pale complexion45 and the carefully modulated46, rather shy voice, he, personally, found them tiresome47.
"If only she'd go," he thought; and, at last, making the excuse that it was time for her to meet Ronnie's train, the "Brunton woman," still chuckling48, went.
"Isn't Alie a dear?" said Alie's sister, following her with her eyes across the lawn. "Isn't Hector a beast?" And again James Wilberforce was troublesomely aware of his own selfishness.
"What did you think of Mrs. Cavendish?" went on the girl after a pause. "I've only met her once before. She seems rather--rather thin, don't you think?"
"She is rather thin," prevaricated49 Jimmy.
"But you do think she's going to get well, don't you?"
"Let's hope so."
For both the new-comers had seen, though neither of them could speak it, the truth about Julia; and in the light of that truth, their own troubles seemed petty. They didn't want even to speak of themselves. With their eyes, they said to one another: "Not now. Not here. Not just under her windows." With their lips, till Ronnie and Aliette arrived, they made pretense50. "She'll get well," they said, sheering away, by mutual51 consent, from every personal topic.
And this game of make-believe--which only good breeding enabled them to play--endured all through the dinner of which those four partook (Mrs. Sanderson and the hospital-nurse mealed alone) in the paneled room whose heavy gold-framed pictures looked down across vast spaces on the pale oval pool of the candle-lit dining table.
But Ronnie, even taking part in the game, seemed distrait52, self-absorbed. Dinner finished and the sisters gone, he poured himself a second glass of port; and, extracting a piece of carefully-clipped newsprint from his waistcoat-pocket, handed it across the table.
"Tell me," he said, "of whom does this remind you?"
James Wilberforce took the proffered53 paper and scrutinized54 it carefully before replying: "Well--it's a little like----"
"Like Aliette." Ronnie's self-absorption passed in a flash. "My dear chap, it's the very image of her. Look at those eyes, that mouth. I tell you I got the shock of my life when I opened the 'Evening News' on my way down to-night."
"Really--and who is the lady? Lucy Towers, eh! Screen-star, I suppose."
"Screen-star, you blithering idiot; she's just been arrested for murder."
"By Jove!" Jimmy, whose wits had been wool-gathering, skimmed through the paragraph underneath55 the photo, and handed it back without further comment. His friend's excitement over the vague resemblance to Aliette--for that Ronnie was excited, quite uncontrollably excited, even the love-lorn solicitor could now see--appeared, to say the least of it, peculiar56.
"Jimmy," went on the barrister, his eyes shining, "I'll swear that woman's no murderess."
"You'd better offer to defend her then."
"Wouldn't I like the chance! Look here,"--another newspaper-cutting emerged from Ronnie's pocket,--"that's the chap she's alleged57 to have murdered. Her husband, apparently58. A nice-looking blackguard, too. As far as I can make out, there's another person under arrest for complicity. A man----"
"Crime passionel, eh?"
"Possibly." Ronnie folded up both the cuttings and put them carefully back into his pocket. "And from the look of the late Mr. Towers, I can't say they're either of them much to blame." He relapsed into silence; and James Wilberforce realized, in a rare flash of psychological illumination, whither the chance remark had led his excited imagination.
"Talking of murder," he said suddenly. "What would happen if I were to put a bullet into H. B.? There's been many a time when I've wanted to. It makes me mad to feel that that man, or any man, has the power to deny a woman her freedom. It's sheer slavery--our marriage system."
"What the dickens is the matter with you to-night?" James Wilberforce had risen, and placed a restraining hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I'm bothered if I know. Seeing that photograph got on my nerves, I suppose. Funny things--nerves. I never knew what they were till--Hello, what the hell's that?" A bell shrilled59 loud and long above their heads. "The mater's bell. I hope to Christ there's nothing wrong."
Ronnie sprang from his chair, and they waited a moment or so--as those in invalids60' houses do wait on sudden summonses.
But the bell did not ring again, and after a little while appeared Smithers with the news that "Mrs. Cavendish would be very grateful if Mr. Wilberforce would go up and see her, alone, for a few minutes."
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"I hope you've finished dinner?" Julia Cavendish lay, like a queen in state, on the smoothed bed. To the eyes of James Wilberforce, puzzling their way here and there about the subdued61 light of the room, she looked almost herself again. "You didn't mind my sending for you?"
"Not in the very least. Isn't that what I came down for?" The solicitor, unpleasantly self-conscious of his own physical bulk, sat down awkwardly beside the weak form on the bed.
The invalid dismissed her nurse. She had intended to postpone62 Wilberforce's interview till the next morning, to work an hour or so. But her mind was in one of its peculiar turmoils63. To any other listener, the tremor64 in her voice alone would have betrayed the importance, to her plans, of the forthcoming talk.
"I ought to have sent for your father, I suppose," she began. "Have you brought the will with you?"
"Yes. It's in my room. Shall I go and get it?"
"No. There's a copy on my desk. Do you mind handing it to me?"
Obeying, James Wilberforce asked: "Is there anything you want altered?"
"Well--no--not exactly. But tell me, suppose I did want to make certain alterations65, would it be necessary for you to draw up an entirely66 new document, or would this one do?"
"If it was only a minor67 alteration," said Jimmy, quite unconscious of the thought at the back of his client's head, "we could execute a codicil68."
"A codicil." She played with the word. "That's a kind of postscript69, isn't it?"
"More or less. But, of course, a codicil has to be properly witnessed." Wilberforce went on to explain the law of last wills and testaments70 at some length; and the invalid listened carefully. She appeared curiously71 inquisitive72 on the subject. and he humored her inquisitiveness73 till nurse, returning with medicine-glass and bottle, interrupted their conversation.
"I'm sure you're tired," said nurse. "I'm sure you ought to let me settle you down for the night."
"I sha'n't go to sleep for at least another hour. I've a great deal to discuss."
The nurse, realizing the patient in her stubbornest mood, left them alone again; and Julia, apparently satisfied on the subject of her will, began to talk of Ronnie. What did Mr. Wilberforce think of her son's chances at the criminal bar? What hopes were there, in Mr. Wilberforce's opinion, of Brunton's being forced to take action? Would publicity74, for instance, the kind of publicity Belfield had used against Carrington, help?
"I shouldn't worry about that till you're better." Jimmy strove to be cheerful.
"But I do worry about it."
"Why? It's only a question of time. H.B.'s bound to come round in the long run."
"I doubt that." Dropped lashes75 veiled the interest in Julia's eyes. "Not without considerable pressure. He's a cruel man; and if he doesn't want to marry again, I'm afraid there's very little hope. That's why----" She grew thoughtful, silent. Then a new idea seemed to cross her mind. "If he doesn't bring his divorce soon, he won't be able to bring one at all, will he?"
"That depends." Wilberforce laughed. "Divorce judges don't want to know too much in undefended cases."
"That's good." Julia, her mind now more or less at rest about its main problem, lay back among her pillows. So far, apprehensive76 lest the solicitor should discover her secret, she had gone subtly to work. But there was no subtlety77 about her next speech:
"Mr. Wilberforce, I suppose you know I'm going to die?"
The directness of those words dumbed Jimmy. Only after the greatest difficulty could he manage the conventional prevarication78: "We all of us have to die some day."
"I'm too tired for clichés." The woman on the bed smiled superciliously79, whimsically almost. "Death, in my case, is a very near certainty. That's a privileged communication." She smiled again. "You won't tell my son or my daughter-in-law, will you?"
Not knowing how to reply, the man held his peace; and after a little while Julia Cavendish continued: "When the end comes, it will be your father's duty as my executor to go through my papers. I'll telegraph for him if my mind is still clear. But he may not arrive in time. I'd have sent for him to-night instead of for you, if I hadn't been afraid of," she hesitated, "frightening people. I want you to give your father this message. Memorize it carefully, please. Tell him that there will be a letter for him--either for him or for you--I haven't yet made up my mind which. It depends on--on certain circumstances."
With an effort, the frail form raised itself from the pillow and leaned forward. Even in the subdued light, James Wilberforce could see the pearls of sweat beading his client's forehead. Her hands showed blue-white on the sheets. Her blue eyes were an imploring80 question. "The instructions in that letter will be a sacred trust. Will you give me your promise, your personal promise, that they shall be carried out?"
"Of course, Mrs. Cavendish." Jimmy, moved to a great compassion81, took one of the blue-white hands in his own strong clasp. "You can rely upon me."
"Thank you. I can sleep now."
For a moment, Jimmy was terrified. "She's going to die," he thought. "She's going to die to-night!"
But the eyes opened again; and it seemed to Jimmy that they read his unspoken thought. "I'm not going to die yet awhile," said Julia Cavendish. "I'm only sleepy. You might ring for nurse."
Just as the nurse came in, she said to him, "If I write that letter to you instead of to your father, it will be because I feel that you owe me a debt--a debt of gratitude83. Scandal's a very small price to pay for--love, Mr. Wilberforce."
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Once outside Julia's bedroom door, the solicitor took a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his dinner-jacket and pretended to blow his nose. He wanted, in his own elegant phraseology, "to blub like anything." For the moment, his essentially84 legal mind was off its balance. "I must control myself," he thought; "I mustn't let those people downstairs see."
And perhaps, if Ronnie and Aliette had been in the drawing-room, James Wilberforce might have succeeded in disciplining himself. But Mollie was alone; had been alone for a whole anxious hour.
"Jimmy"--she rose from the sofa as he entered, and her eyes met his across the sudden brightness of the room--"Jimmy, what's the matter? You look as if you'd seen a ghost."
"Nothing's the matter," he said dully.
"You're sure?"
"Quite. She's asleep." He came across the room to her, and they faced one another, all pretense wiped from their eyes.
"Tell me," said the girl at last. "Tell me, is it quite hopeless? Does she--does she know?"
"Yes. She knows."
"How terrible!" Mollie's voice trembled. "Jimmy, won't you tell me what she said? There might be some way in which I could help----"
"There's only one way in which you can help me, Mollie."
"Don't! Please don't!" Her hands protested. "We mustn't think of ourselves. Not here. Not now."
"Why not!" he said sullenly85; and then, sinking heavily into a chair, "I suppose you're right, dear. Life's a rotten mess----"
"Poor Jimmy!" Mollie's voice was very tender. "My poor Jimmy!" She put her hand on his head. He grasped it feverishly86; and quite suddenly she knew that her James, her unemotional Philistine of a James, was crying.
Thought expired like a candle in the mind of Mollie Fullerford. She was just conscious that Jimmy had risen from his chair--that his hand still grasped hers--that he was leading her through the open windows--over a lawn which felt damp to her thin-shod feet--under a moon-fretted tree--toward the dark of shrubberies.
Somehow they were standing87 on a bridge; a little rustic88 bridge, mossy banks and moss-green water below. Her hands on the bridge-rail quivered like the hands of a 'cello89 player. She was quivering all over, quivering like a restive90 horse. Jimmy's arm was round her shoulders. He was speaking to her, hoarsely91, hysterically92, pleading with her; and she knew that the resolution which had held her so long firm against his importunities was weakening; weakening to every jerk of the Adam's apple in his throat.
"Mollie," he pleaded, "I need you. I want you. I can't do without you. I can't wait any longer for you. You must marry me. You must, I tell you, you must."
"You little idiot!" Suddenly, she grew conscious of an immense anger in him. "You dear, damned little idiot. What good do you think you're doing by refusing to marry me? You're not doing yourself any good. You're not doing me any good. You're not doing your sister any good." Words rushed out of him--faster--faster--always less coherent. "Little fool. Selfish little fool We sha'n't do anybody any good by waiting. Shall we? Answer me, Mollie! Shall we? Shall we do anybody any good?"
Words petered out. He could only strain her to him, crudely, fiercely. She felt her body weakening; felt the inhibitions of a year ebbing94 like water from, the channels of her mind. His lips sought hers. She yielded her lips to him--yielded herself beaten, to the fierceness of his arms.
"Little idiot, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Jimmy."
Triumphant95, he released her; and in that moment his mind, still quivering from the verity96 of death, knew the verity of love.
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