“I will.”
“Now.”
“Give me time.”
“Time is something one seizes, not takes as a free gift.”
Brock laughed.
“Your utterances1 make superb epigrams, Miss Howard. The only objection to them arises when one stops to find out what they really mean.”
“I mean that you can never prove to me that the French are really outclassed by the English,” she retorted, bringing the discussion back to its point of departure.
Brock looked down at her quizzically.
“Shall St. Jacques and I fight it out in three rounds?” he inquired.
“That’s no test. You’re not English.”
“Not in the real sense of it. But neither is he French. We’re both of us relative terms.”
“And so useless for the sake of argument,” she replied.
“For the sake of nothing else, I trust,” Brock said lightly.
She looked up at him with a smile.
“Mr. Brock, I am not an ingrate2. Without you and M. St. Jacques, I should have been a good deal more lonely, this past month. My father is an old man, and not strong. He has appreciated your courtesy to him, too.”
Brock shifted his stick to his left hand.
“Shall we shake hands on it?” he said jovially3. “The month has been rather jolly for us, as Barth would say. The Maple4 Leaf is a mighty5 good sort of place; but the atmosphere there is sometimes a little more mature than one cares for. St. Jacques and I haven’t given all the good times. But about the argument: when can you take time to be convinced?”
“No; by two hours of eloquent7 pleading on my part. I propose to do it by sheer weight of intellect and statistics. How about to-morrow afternoon at three?”
“I’ll cut the office for the afternoon. Shall we choose the Saint Foye Road for the scene of the fray9?”
“As you like,” she answered merrily. “But remember that you are to do no monologues10. I reserve the right to interrupt, whenever I choose.”
Then they fell silent, as they tramped briskly up and down the terrace. The lights from the Frontenac beside them glowed in the purple dusk and mingled11 with the glare that lingered in the west. At their feet, the streets of the Lower Town were crowded in the last mad scurry12 of the dying day, and the river beyond was dotted here and there with the moving lights of an occasional ferry. Then a bugle13 call rang down from the Citadel14, and Nancy roused herself abruptly15.
“I suppose we really ought to go to supper,” she said regretfully.
“It isn’t late.”
“No; but my father will be waiting.”
Reluctantly Brock faced about.
“Well, I suppose there are more days to come,” he observed philosophically16.
“Especially to-morrow,” she reminded him.
Barth was at the table, when they entered the dining-room. Eager, flushed with her swift exercise in the crisp night air and daintily trim from top to toe, Nancy seemed to him a most attractive picture as she came towards him. Brock was close behind; together, they were laughing over some jest of which he was in ignorance. Nevertheless, Nancy paused beside his chair long enough to give him a friendly word of greeting, and Barth smiled back at her blissfully. For an instant, it occurred to him that it was rather pleasant to be no longer on the outer edge of The Maple Leaf. At a first glance, he had resented the supremacy17 of this American girl in an English house. The shorter grew his radius18, however, the surer grew his allegiance to the focal point. American or no American, Nancy was undeniably pretty, her gowns threw the gowns of his own sisters into disrepute, and, moreover, that afternoon, she had shown herself altogether friendly and womanly and winning. Accordingly, he sowed the seeds of incipient19 indigestion by bolting his supper at a most unseemly speed, in order to gain possession of a chair near the parlor20 door. Close study of the situation, during many previous evenings, had informed him that this chair held a position of strategic importance. As a rule, St. Jacques had occupied it, while Barth had rested on his dignity in remote corners. With the tail of his eye, Barth had assured himself that the Frenchman was at the final stage of the meal, when he himself reached the table. However, the Frenchman was munching21 toast and marmalade in a most leisurely22 fashion, turning now and then for a word with Brock and Nancy; and Barth felt sure that he could overtake him. His surety increased as St. Jacques, abandoning his toast, took possession of a mammoth23 bun and a fresh supply of marmalade. Barth, who scorned all things of the jammy persuasion24, finished his meat with the greed of a half-grown puppy, scalded his throat with the tea which had obstinately25 resisted his efforts to cool it, and, with a brief nod to St. Jacques, left the table and betook himself to the parlor.
“Monsieur has a haste upon himself, to-night,” St. Jacques observed dryly.
His early training had been potent26, and St. Jacques no longer wasted upon Barth any conversational27 efforts whatsoever28. In Nancy’s presence, he treated the Englishman with distant courtesy. In the face of Brock’s teasing, he gave him an occasional grudging29 word of moral support; but, at the table, he ignored him completely. According to the creed30 of Adolphe St. Jacques, a man should never allow himself to be snubbed twice by the same person. He carried his creed so far that, waitresses failing, he chose to rise and march completely around the table rather than ask for a stray pepper-pot lodged31 at Barth’s other hand.
By the time Barth had gone twice through the diminutive32 evening paper, advertisements and all, he came to the tardy33 conclusion that the race was not always to the swift. He knew that Brock had left the house. Hat in hand, the tall Canadian had come into the parlor for a book. The next minute, the front door had slammed, and Brock’s measured stride had passed the parlor windows. Brock gone, Barth wondered what could be keeping Nancy. Not even a healthy American appetite could linger for an hour and a half over a meal of cold beef and marmalade.
He started upon a third tour of the paper, in true British fashion beginning with the editorials, and finally losing himself in an enthusiastic account of a recent opening of fall hats. By the time he realized that he was mentally trying each of the hats upon Nancy Howard’s auburn hair, he also realized that it was time he roused himself to action. Letting the newspaper slide to the floor, he rose and walked out into the hall. From the office beyond, there came the low, continuous buzz of earnest voices. Rising on his toes, Barth peered cautiously around the corner. Then he seized his hat and stick and, stamping out of the house, banged the street door behind him. The Lady was temporarily absent. In her place, the office chair was occupied by Nancy and comfortably settled opposite to Nancy was M. Adolphe St. Jacques.
Laval had a banquet at the St. Louis, that night. It began late and ended early. From certain random34 words he had overheard, Barth knew that St. Jacques was not only to be present, but was to be one of the speakers. Accordingly, a personal animosity mingled with his annoyance35 at the sounds from next door which broke in upon his dreams. The singing was off the key; the cheering was harsh and unduly36 loud, and when at last God Save the King was followed by a rush into the quiet street, Barth crawled out of bed and stood shivering at the window, as the tri-colored banner and its accompanying crowd marched past his ducal residence. In his present mood, it would have been a consolation37 to have seen that St. Jacques was the worse for his revel38. However, that consolation was denied him. In the sturdy color-bearer heading the line, he failed to recognize his table companion; the other revellers tramped along as steadily39 as did the soldiers going home from church parade. In the depths of his swaddling blankets, Barth shivered. He shivered again, as he crawled back into the icy sheets which he had thoughtlessly left open to the chill night air.
His spirits rose, next morning, when he discovered that St. Jacques did not appear at breakfast. They fell again, when Nancy also failed to appear. His masculine mind could not be expected to discern that she had risen early, in order to attack a basket heaped with long arrears40 of undarned socks and flimsy stockings. His near-sighted eyes had not discovered Nancy, sitting at her own front window, with a stout41 number thirteen drawn42 on over her slender hand. Nancy saw him, however; and, in the midst of her musings, she took friendly note of the fact that, this morning, Barth scarcely limped at all.
Barth loitered in his room until the dinner hour was past. To the Lady he gave the excuse of important letters; but a copper43 coin would have paid the postal44 bills incurred45 by his morning’s work. The honest fact was that he longed acutely for more of Nancy’s society, and he had no idea how to set about obtaining it. To ask it would be too bald a compliment; he lacked the arrogant46 graces of his Canadian rivals who appropriated the girl promptly47 and quite as a matter of course. Barth had been used to more deliberate and tentative methods. Nevertheless, as he stared at the yellow walls of his room, he took a sudden resolve. English methods failing, he would, according to the best of his ability, adopt the methods of America. In his turn, he too would take possession of Nancy. With Nancy’s possible wishes in the matter, he concerned himself not at all.
“Too bad it rains!” Brock said, as he met Nancy at dinner, that noon.
“Because you must delay your argument?”
“No. Because we can’t have it in the open air. The Saint Foye Road must be changed for the parlor.”
“Can you do it there?”
“Why not? It is always empty, in the afternoon.”
“I didn’t mean that. But will there be room for you there?” Nancy questioned, with lazy impertinence. “I have always noticed that a man needs to gesticulate a great deal, whenever he is arguing for a lost cause.”
Brock laughed, as he patted his side pocket.
“Don’t be too sure it is lost. You haven’t seen my documents yet. Can you be ready, directly after dinner?”
“As soon as I see my father off. Else he would be sure to forget his goloshes and neglect to open his umbrella. A father is a great responsibility; isn’t it, daddy?” she added, with a little pat on the gray tweed sleeve.
Nearly an hour later, Barth bounced into the room. By largesse48 wisely distributed, he had gained a good dinner, in spite of his tardiness49. He had found Brock’s coat hanging on the rack where he had left his own; and experience had taught him where Brock, once inside The Maple Leaf, was generally to be found. The office was quite deserted50; and, with unerring instinct, Barth betook himself in the direction of the parlor.
In the angle behind the half-shut door, at a table covered with maps and papers, Brock and Nancy sat side by side. They looked up in surprise, as Barth dashed into the room.
“Good afternoon, Miss Howard,” he said abruptly.
It was Brock who answered.
“You appear to be in haste about something,” he remarked.
“Oh, no. I have no engagement for the afternoon. I just looked in to see if Miss Howard—”
Again it was Brock who answered.
“Miss Howard has an engagement.”
“To—?” Barth queried, as he edged towards Nancy’s side of the table.
“Miss Howard and I are busy together, this afternoon.”
“Oh, really. I am very sorry. I hope I don’t intrude52.” And, with the hope still dangling53 from his lips, Barth plumped himself down on the sofa beside them and felt about for his glasses. As soon as they were found and settled on his nose, he turned to Nancy. “I do hope I’m not in the way,” he reiterated54 spasmodically.
“Not at all, Mr. Barth.”
“You are sure you wouldn’t rather I went away?” he persisted.
“It isn’t our parlor,” Nancy reminded him.
“Oh, no. And we could easily move out.”
Barth looked startled. It was hard enough to force himself to this cheerful arrogance59 of manner. It was harder still to have the manner miss fire in this fashion. It was thus, to his mind, that Brock was accustomed to take forcible possession of Nancy’s leisure hours. He had never heard her suggest the advisability of moving out, when Brock came in upon the scene. Vaguely60 conscious that something was amiss, Barth nevertheless persevered61 in his undertaking62.
“Oh, but why should you move out?”
Nancy’s eyes lighted, half with amusement, half with impatience63. What was the man driving at? Only yesterday she had been ready to accept him as a friend, as a man of tact64 and ingrained breeding. Now his former obtuseness65 seemed to have returned upon him, fourfold. And she had just been explaining to Brock that the man wasn’t half bad, after all. The question of what Brock must be thinking of her taste lent an added tinge66 of acidity67 to her reply.
“Merely in case you wished to move in,” she answered, with the lightest possible of laughs.
“But I only came in here, because I was looking for you.”
From a man of Barth’s previous habits of speech, this was rather too direct. In her turn, Nancy became scarlet.
“What did you wish, Mr. Barth?”
“Oh, just to—to talk to you. It is a beastly day, you know; and I thought—I fancied—”
Nancy cut in remorselessly. Instead of recognizing Barth’s imitation of the American manner, she came to the swift conclusion that his vagueness was due to temporary dementia.
“I am sorry, Mr. Barth; but I am very busy with Mr. Brock. Don’t let us drive you away, though. We can go to the office.”
“But don’t do that. Stay here. That’s what I came for. I fancied you would like to have a little more talk about Sainte Anne.”
Nancy felt Brock’s keen gray eyes fixed70 upon her, felt the world of merriment in their depths. She reflected swiftly. During the past twenty hours, there had been scant71 chance that Barth should have discovered her identity. His suggestion was doubtless only the random result of chance. Nevertheless, with Brock’s eyes upon her, she was unable to parry the suggestion with her wonted ease.
“Why should I care to talk about Sainte Anne?” she asked coldly.
“I—I thought you seemed interested, last night.”
Again Nancy felt Brock’s eyes on her, and she chafed72 at the false position in which she found herself. It was plain that Brock took it for granted that she had decoyed the unsuspecting Barth into telling over the tale of his experiences; and Nancy, rebelling at the suspicion, was powerless to deny it. She felt a momentary73 pity for the young Englishman who seemed bent74 upon offering himself up as a victim to his allied75 foes76, yet she found it impossible to come to his rescue without imperiling her secret.
Suddenly Barth spoke again.
“Were you ever at Sainte Anne-de-Beaupré, Miss Howard?”
There was an instant’s pause, when it seemed to Nancy that Brock must be able to count the throbbing77 of her pulse. Then she answered quietly,—
“Once, quite a long time ago. However, the whole episode is so unpleasant that I rarely allow myself to think much about it. Mr. Brock, perhaps we’d better go out to the office, if Mr. Barth will excuse us.”
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| v.擦热（尤指皮肤）( chafe的过去式 )；擦痛；发怒；惹怒 | |
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momentary
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| adj.片刻的，瞬息的；短暂的 | |
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bent
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| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
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allied
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foes
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throbbing
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