His uncle and Mr Turner had come nearest to passing beyond the limitations of polite intercourse2; and the latter had shown an interest in Arthur's plans for the future; had, indeed, discussed with him the prospects3 of getting an appointment in Canada, and promised him two or three introductions. But the point at which he and all the others had drawn5 back, had been the returning of any sort of confidence. They offered none, and put him off if he attempted any question. They left him with the impression of some important reserve behind all their treatment of him. It was as if they all shared some secret that he could never know. When he was with them he could never forget that he was an outsider, not one of the family.
He had even been aware of that reserve as a check upon the development of his flirtation8 with Elizabeth. She at once encouraged him and kept him at a distance. She might have been a princess
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of the blood, amusing herself with a member of the nobility whom she might know but could never marry. He had been definitely piqued11 by that attitude in his own first cousin, and had tried to break down her defence, to claim her as an equal and a contemporary. So far, however, that attempt had been a failure. She had not apparently12 resented his overtures13, but they had not advanced his intimacy14 with her. There was some invisible barrier always between them, a barrier that seemed to be essential and permanent.
He was sorry because he believed that he was ready to fall in love with her if she would let him. She was certainly pretty in a general sort of way, with brown eyes, rather dark hair, and a fair skin that had freckled15 over the bridge of her snub nose. And her mastery of the game of croquet had been a revelation to him. He had realised on that first Sunday morning how scientific a game croquet could be, played on that perfect lawn. She was as much his superior, hopelessly beyond rivalry16 in her own game as Charles Turner or Hubert were in theirs. Her tennis was fairly good, too; quite as good as his own, but she complained that she got no practice. Hubert played, but none of the others, except Eleanor, who seldom had any time for games.
Arthur was taking a lesson from Mr Turner in the billiard-room at a quarter to seven on Tuesday evening when Eleanor came in to him with a message.
She waited while her uncle played his shot and then turning to Arthur said:—
"Would you mind dressing17 early to-night, Mr Woodroffe? My grandfather thought he might find a chance of talking to you before dinner."
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"Ah! yes, of course," Arthur agreed. "I'll go now." He could have no doubt that this was a command. Turner had put down his cue as if he had been prepared for some such development as this, and took no further interest in the game. Nevertheless there must have been still something that he did not know, for he looked at Eleanor with raised eyebrows18, plainly hinting a question the nature of which she, presumably, could guess; although the slight shrug19 of her shoulders with which she replied intimated that she did not, as yet, know the answer.
Arthur pondered that exchange of signals as he dressed. He had begun to wonder whether he might not find an explanation of various things that had puzzled him at Hartling; in the desire of the Kenyons to conceal20 a family secret. Was it not possible that the head of the house was slightly insane? If that were so, everything could be accounted for: their references to people coming in "from the outside"; their half-suspicious reception of himself; the separation of the old man from the family-life except at lunch and dinner; the constant attendance of Eleanor.... Arthur was inclined to believe that he had guessed the riddle22, and resolved to be very observant during the coming interview.
He was tying his bow when some one knocked at his bedroom door. He guessed that it was Eleanor come to fetch him, and snatching at his waistcoat, called out, "One minute! I won't be a moment." But when he opened the door a few seconds later, he was amazed to find old Mr Kenyon himself standing23 outside.
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't realise ..." Arthur began.
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The old man waved aside his apology. "I quite understand," he said. "Naturally you were not expecting me. May I come in?"
"Oh! please. Yes, do," Arthur responded. He felt embarrassed by this strange mark of favour. He had pictured the promised interview as likely to be something of a function. Was it possible that the old man had temporarily escaped from his keeper?
Mr Kenyon had seated himself in a little chintz-covered arm-chair and appeared quite at his ease.
"We shall be quieter here," he said with a smile. "Smoke if you want to. I haven't smoked now for fifty years, but I don't at all dislike it."
Arthur took advantage of this indulgence with a faint smile at the whimsical reflection that the old man had abandoned the habit of smoking more than twenty years before Arthur himself had been born. Mr Kenyon apparently read the young man's thought, for he went on:—
"Yes, there is a long gap between you and me, Woodroffe. I was born in the reign24 of George the Fourth. And I have no doubt that you find it a little difficulty to realise that I still keep in touch with present-day affairs."
Arthur, with his new suspicion fresh in his mind, was watching the old man with a more or less informed eye, and although he could find at present no least confirmation25 of his theory, he thought there would be no harm in attempting a leading question.
"Do you really, sir?" he commented. "You mean that you can still take a pleasure in reading about modern life, and hearing about it?"
"And in living it," Mr Kenyon said, with his gentle smile. "You must not suppose that I keep
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myself shut in here. I often go to town in the car. More often, in fact, than any other member of the family."
"You must have a perfectly26 marvellous constitution, sir," Arthur said.
Mr Kenyon slightly shrugged27 his shoulders. "It seems a commonplace to me," he returned. "Perhaps because I have always had it. I have never been ill. But I did not come here to talk about myself. I am more interested in you. I want you to tell me something of your experiences in the war; and then...." He broke off suddenly. His keen blue eyes were intently watching Arthur's face.
"And then, sir?" Arthur prompted him.
Mr Kenyon's expression of watchfulness28 relaxed. "And then," he said graciously, "something of what you intend to do in the future."
Arthur would have preferred to take the second point first. He had already abandoned his theory of insanity29. And it had come to him with an exhilarating sense of certainty that Mr Kenyon intended to "do something for him." When the old man had concluded his sentence, he had worn the benign30, generous air of patron.
"Well, you see, sir, I joined up in August, '14," Arthur began, meaning to get the history done with as quickly as possible; but Mr Kenyon pulled him up before he had gone very far with the brief outline he had intended to draw of the main facts of his experience.
"Then you saw service in the trenches32?" he put in, and when Arthur admitted that he had, began to pose some very shrewd questions as to the effect that terrible experience might have on a young man's nerves and temperament33.
"But you, yourself, came through without any
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permanent disaffection?" he continued, after Arthur had let himself go a little on the pathology of war-shock.
"Absolutely, as far as one can judge, sir," Arthur replied.
Mr Kenyon nodded. "I believe it is true, is it not," he asked, "that the really normal man was not subject to these nerve troubles?"
"As far as we know, sir," Arthur replied. "It's the general theory that in the bad cases of psychoneurosis, there was always a predisposition before the man went out."
He would have gone on with a youthful pride in his knowledge to elaborate the theory, but Mr Kenyon switched him off by saying, with a change of tone that suddenly quickened Arthur's interest:—
"You are, now, a fully34 qualified35 medical man, I understand?"
"Oh! yes, fully qualified," Arthur said promptly36.
Mr Kenyon nodded, and then rose and began to walk slowly up and down the room. He had a silver-headed, ebony stick with him, but he hardly leaned upon it, his back was not bowed, and his step was perfectly firm. His figure and general activity might have been that of a man of sixty.
Arthur watched him with admiration37. It was almost incredible to him that the old man could be ninety-one. And it crossed his mind that his uncle might have to wait many years yet before he came into the property.
Mr Kenyon continued to walk up and down the room as he went on:—
"I have thought once or twice lately that I should like to have some one living here in the house who might ..." he paused before he added, "who would be competent in an emergency. There is a
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doctor in the village—an able, pleasant man, for whom I have considerable respect—but he lives two miles from us, and...." He let the sentence die away without completing it, beginning again in a firmer voice, "At my age, Arthur—I must call you that! we are, after all, connected—one has fancies. I don't deceive myself with any foolish idea that I can live for ever. And one of my fancies, a fairly common one, I believe, is a fear of premature38 burial. I should like to have some one permanently here whom I could trust. Moreover, I have felt that a competent medical man with whom I was in touch, would be in a position to give me—shall I say—warning. You may be surprised to learn that I—a business man by training and inclination39—have been so unbusinesslike as to have left my own affairs unsettled. There are reasons, of course, family reasons that I need not trouble you with, but you must think it very lax in a man of ninety-one not to have completed his testamentary dispositions40. I have, it is true, made a will, but not a final one. I have an eccentric inclination—a touch of superstition41 perhaps—to postpone42 that duty, although my present will," he turned and faced Arthur with an expression of humorous despair, "is nothing more or less than an untidy mass of codicils43. In my opinion, it is dangerously contestable in its present state. Fleet, my lawyer, thinks otherwise, but I have had more experience than he has.
"In any case, I mean to make a new one, and since you have been here it has occurred to me that I might indulge my little eccentricity44 more safely if I had some competent and experienced person on whom I could rely, permanently in the household; some one who would be with me for an hour or so every day, an expert who would be in a position to
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say to me: "Kenyon, I must warn you that your days are running out and it is time for you to put your affairs in order." Also, as I have said, I should prefer to trust the matter of my death certificate to a medical man in whose integrity I could have perfect confidence. These are the fancies of a very old man, no doubt, but after all why should I not indulge them if I can? I may tell you quite frankly45, Arthur, that I am not of those who make a virtue46 of self-sacrifice."
He broke off abruptly47, stood staring in front of him for a moment, as if he reflected on that last statement, and then sat down again in the chintz-covered arm-chair.
Arthur realised that the time had come for him to reply, and that he was not ready with an answer.
If the arrangement that was now suggested had been hypothecated while he was dressing, he would have laughed at the idea of refusing it; but as Mr Kenyon had been speaking, Arthur had seen a vision of his own future that had been vaguely48 repellent—a vision of idle, satisfied days spent in perfecting himself at various games, waiting for something that he could not precisely49 define. What was there to wait for in such a life as that—except death? Marriage and the begetting50 of children would only be incidents, comparable, perhaps, to the making of his first hundred break or doing the course in "bogey51." And yet, what else had life, any life, to offer him? He had no peculiar52 gifts. He would never become famous. The end of him would almost certainly be a small practice somewhere and a perpetual struggle to live within his income. Nevertheless, his spirit drooped53 at the prospect4 of the life he anticipated if he accepted this offer. There was no adventure in it.
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"Frightfully flattered, sir, by your—your confidence in me and so on," he muttered, "and, of course, in many ways, almost every way...."
Mr Kenyon stopped him. "No, no, Arthur," he said, "I haven't even made my proposal yet; and in any case I do not want you to give me an answer to-night. I understand that at your age you naturally have ambitions, that the future has romantic possibilities for you. I have not forgotten that. But," he leant forward, dropping his forehead on to the ivory handle of the stick he held between his knees, "I have a feeling that your service would not be a very long one—six months, a year perhaps, at the outside." His voice was so low that Arthur could hardly follow him as he concluded: "And then you would have ... opportunity, greater opportunity ... pecuniary54 advantages ... I would provide for that."
Six months, a year at the outside! He probably knew as well as any one. He looked as sound as a bell, but he might go to pieces all at once. Those queer trances of his were no doubt symptomatic of some deep-seated trouble. Would it be very rotten to take on a job like that with the idea of having money left to you? Arthur fancied that he could make out a good case for himself on that score. And beyond all that personal issue there was a greater one. Putting that hypothetical legacy55 out of the question, would he not be doing this old man a real service by accepting his offer? He undoubtedly56 felt the need of some one to perform the two offices he had indicated.
"If I might consider ..." Arthur began, and was interrupted by the sound of the second gong booming through the house.
Mr Kenyon raised his head. "Well, well,
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Arthur, think it over, think it over," he said, getting to his feet. "I will only add now that it would be a great relief to me if you saw your way to accept my offer. Do not forget that side of it. And—we will have another talk to-morrow."
Arthur was aware of a new atmosphere at the dinner-table that night. For the first time since he had been in the house, the Kenyons were wide-awake and curious; the object of their curiosity was unquestionably himself. They seemed to be watching him. Whenever he looked up the table, he had the impression that one of them had just averted57 his or her eyes, and when he was talking to Elizabeth or Miss Kenyon, he was conscious of being under steady observation from every part of the table. Only Eleanor kept her eyes down, and to the best of his knowledge never once looked in his direction. Yet this new attitude towards him had no effect of being hostile. It was merely as if he had suddenly become an object of peculiar interest.
Even Miss Kenyon's manner was changed, although it was not until they were half-way through dinner that she put a direct question to him.
"You had your little talk with my father this evening?" she said then in a tone that sounded, he thought, a faint note of propitiation.
"Yes, I did; quite a long talk," he replied, feeling no inclination to make a confidante of Miss Kenyon.
"Has he asked you to prolong your visit to us?" she went on, making a more direct attack. "I hope you may be able to stay over the next week-end in any case."
"Thanks very much, I should like to immensely,"
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Arthur returned. "Yes, Mr Kenyon did suggest something of the sort. In fact...."
"Well!" Miss Kenyon prompted him with a touch of asperity58.
"Oh! well, in fact he made a kind of proposal to me that we are going to discuss again to-morrow," Arthur admitted.
Miss Kenyon stared at him thoughtfully for a moment.
"One more or less doesn't after all make much difference in a family like this," she said, with a touch of resignation.
"But I haven't decided59 yet," Arthur began.
"You will," she interrupted him dryly, and at once devoted60 her attention to Hubert on the other side.
"Does that mean that you're staying on indefinitely?" Elizabeth asked.
Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "It seems as if you all knew more about it than I do myself," he said. "I really don't know yet."
"But he wants you to?" Elizabeth pressed him.
"Apparently," Arthur admitted.
Elizabeth sighed thoughtfully. "You're a kind of grand-nephew, I suppose," she remarked, addressing no one in particular, and then added, "Are you going to be a sort of tame medical attendant?"
"If I stay," Arthur agreed.
"You'll stay all right," Elizabeth replied, echoing her aunt's tone. "Why shouldn't you?"
"Don't you want me to stay?" Arthur asked.
"Might teach you to play croquet in time," she replied pertly.
"Is that all?" he inquired. He felt as if he were
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at last getting past that barrier she had set up against him.
She met his eyes frankly and pursed her undoubtedly pretty mouth. "Oh, wait and see," she said.
"I can see now, and I don't want to wait," Arthur returned boldly.
Her smile was not one of encouragement. She had suddenly ceased to flirt9 with him. "Even puppies don't get their eyes open for nine days," she said coldly, "and you haven't been here four yet. You haven't the least idea what you're talking about."
Arthur frowned impatiently. He was not vexed61 by the snub he had received—girls of Elizabeth's type thought it "smart" to be rude—but by the reintroduction of that suggestion of a family secret which separated the Kenyons from the outside world. There was an air of arrogance62 about the thing that annoyed him.
"Is there so much for me to learn here?" he asked dryly.
Elizabeth told him to "shut up."
This was the way in which she always treated him; and as he rather sulkily continued his dinner he asked himself if it was "good enough." If she were willing to be decent, he might possibly fall in love with her, but he was not going to stand being treated like a schoolboy. Elizabeth might go and hang herself.
She made no attempt to entice63 him out of the silence he was thus too easily able to maintain for the rest of the meal.
But in the drawing-room after dinner, he found that the family as a whole seemed inclined to put him on a new footing. Even Mrs Turner, who had
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so far almost ignored him, came up and began to talk about the gardens. She was a rather stout64 woman with something of her brother's carelessness in the matter of dress, and Arthur had wondered how her husband had ever managed to fall in love with her. To-night, however, it occurred to him for the first time that she might in her youth have been the very prototype of her niece Elizabeth.
They had only been talking for a few minutes when her brother joined them. As usual, after dinner, his face was flushed and puffy—an effect due, Arthur judged, to the food rather than to the wine he had taken.
"So you're thinking of joining the family party for a time, I hear?" he began in a friendly voice.
"Well, I haven't decided anything yet," Arthur replied, and waited to see if his uncle would echo his sister's and his daughter's "You will."
He did not. He was fidgeting with his cigar, the ash of which he had dropped and smeared65 all over his dinner-jacket and waistcoat.
"Giving up the Canada idea, any way?" was his response.
"It was never more than an idea," Arthur said.
"Not a bad one, all the same," his uncle murmured, and then apparently feeling that he was making a mess of what he had to say, he went on, "However, it's not for me to advise you. I can't boast that I'm any sort of example for you, eh, Catherine?"
Mrs Turner kept her eyes on the bead66 bag she was making, an occupation that certainly necessitated67 close attention. "Don't you think, Joe ..." she began, and then stopped, picking up a bead on the point of her needle with a slightly exaggerated intentness.
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"No, no, of course not," her brother said. "It was only that I thought, as Arthur's uncle, he might care to know—to hear, that is...."
"Oh! rather. I should," Arthur put in, as the sentence failed to get itself completed. "I should be very glad of your advice."
"I was only going to say," his uncle responded, "speaking from my own experience, you know, that the life here, jolly enough as it is in many ways, does not offer much scope for a young fellow with any ambition. There's Hubert, for instance—he's—he's getting lazy—can't blame him; got nothing much to do except play golf—but it's hardly the life one would have chosen for him, eh?"
Arthur smiled. "But I'm not proposing to stay here permanently, uncle," he said. "Six months or a year at the outside. I've been having rather a strenuous68 time you see, and I thought a rest of sorts might do me good."
Joe Kenyon and his sister exchanged a glance that Arthur could not interpret; they might have been recalling some old and rather terrible reminiscence.
"My father said that, did he?" Kenyon said. "Six months or a year at the outside?"
Arthur nodded. He could not possibly tell them why that limit had been assigned.
Mrs Turner sighed and returned to her niggling beads69. He brother leaned back in his chair and blew a cloud of smoke. Arthur longed to warn him that the ash was again in danger of falling.
"I've been here over thirty years," his uncle remarked thoughtfully.
Arthur failed to see the relevance70 of this statement. "Have you really?" he commented politely.
"And in the first instance," his uncle continued,
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"I came back on the understanding that it was to be for twelve months, at the outside. However," he went on more briskly, sitting up and incidentally dropping another large instalment of cigar ash down his shirt front and waistcoat, "that's nothing to do with you; nothing whatever, and I shouldn't like you to be influenced by anything I've said. Your case is entirely71 different in every way." He had the air of a man who has been tempted6 into an indiscretion and wanted to cover it without delay.
"Oh, yes! obviously," Arthur agreed.
"You could hardly be called a relation of Mr Kenyon's, could you?" Mrs Turner added, by way of giving point to her brother's retraction72 of his instance.
"Oh! if I came here, it wouldn't be in any way as a relation," Arthur explained. "I should come as a medical man for—for a certain purpose."
Enlightenment had come to him at last, he believed. These people were jealous of his possible share in the Kenyon fortune. They, too, no doubt knew of that untidy will and its projected supersession74; and they were afraid of his having too great an interest in it. They wanted to get rid of him. All this talk of his uncle's had been designed to prevent him from accepting the appointment that had been offered. Arthur blushed with shame at the thought of their suspicion, the more readily in that the anticipation76 of some legacy had been already in his mind.
"As a matter of fact, I don't think I shall stay on here," he said, getting up. He felt that he could not tolerate the company of these two Kenyons for another moment. They were like all rich people, mean and grasping. They had lived in
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comfort all their lives and yet hated to part with a single penny. What difference would a few thousands out of the Kenyon fortune make to them?
He looked round for Turner, but he was not to be seen. And then he saw that Eleanor had come in while he had been talking and was sitting alone, reading, on the far side of the room. She looked up at the same moment and let her book fall in her lap, with a gesture that was an invitation to him to join her.
As he crossed the room he reflected that Eleanor at least would give him an unprejudiced opinion. There was something honest and straightforward77 about her. She was, for instance, utterly78 unlike Elizabeth.
She rose to meet him, anticipating, it seemed, what he had to say, for before he could speak the polite sentence with which he was prepared, she said,—
"It's rather hot in here to-night, isn't it? Would you care to come out into the garden?"
"Love to," Arthur responded eagerly.
He drew a deep breath of enjoyment79 as they came out into the open. It was not yet ten o'clock, twilight80 still lingered in the garden, and the air was sweet with the aftermath of the perfumes that lilac and pinks and honeysuckle had been giving out so generously during the day, and that were now being refined by the fresh, cool scents81 of the night. To Arthur it seemed that in such a garden as this was attained82 the ultimate triumph of the liaison83 between nature and cultivation84. Everything that grew here was the result of the sympathetic collaboration85 between man and the wild, of art using the natural forces of the world itself in the technique of its design. And the design was a
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sketch of man's ideal for the perfected earth; the setting for the more orderly, leisured life that he might live when the elemental forces were subdued86. After all, riches served a great purpose. Might it not be said that old Mr Kenyon had made a worthy87 use of his wealth in creating this garden?
"I suppose you want to ask my advice," the clear voice of Eleanor broke in upon his meditations88, recalling him rather unpleasantly to the realisation that he had been five minutes before announcing his intention of leaving this pleasance in order to take up the primitive89 struggle with the wild. It was strange how different everything appeared to him out here, away from the influences of that luxurious90 house and its bored inhabitants. "Yes, I do," he said. "I very much want your advice. Shall we go to that place where you found me with Hubert the day I came? It's sort of shut in, gives one a feeling of seclusion91."
She assented92 quietly, and they descended93 the shallow steps of the upper terrace in silence, and did not speak again until they were pacing the rectangular lawn of the "cloister94."
"Will you let me explain my case to you in the first instance?" Arthur began, and then went on apologetically, "It is frightfully good of you to listen to me at all. I don't know why you should. We've only met once before practically. But you said one or two things on that occasion, didn't you, that made me feel you understand better than any of the others? I can't help guessing in a sort of way that they're rather prejudiced against my accepting the appointment, and I feel that you...."
"Why should they be prejudiced?" Eleanor broke in.
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Arthur was embarrassed by that direct question. He saw, now, that he had had no right to make any insinuation against the motives95 of the family to which his companion belonged. For the moment he had been tempted to regard her, also, as being an outsider.
"I didn't mean that," he said; "at least I only meant that they all seem so bound up in a kind of clique96, rather suspicious of strangers."
Within that enceinte of box hedges it was too dark now for him to see her face, but the tone of her voice was appreciably97 colder as she said:—
"And you want to join the clique?"
"No! I don't!" he protested with a touch of temper. "That's what they all seem to think; and as a matter of rather brutal98 fact, that doesn't tempt7 me in the very least. I wanted to explain to you, I thought you'd understand, that the only thing that tempts99 me in the offer your grandfather made me, was the prospect of a little rest and quiet. I feel that I've earned it. I've had my youth stolen from me and I want to get a little of it back—six months or a year isn't too much return to ask surely? And when this miraculous100 opportunity drops out of the skies, as it were, you want to deny it me. Why? I can understand the others. They've got no imagination. They have always had everything they want and they cannot see what this rest would mean for me. But I thought, I don't know why, that you were different. I didn't expect you to accuse me of wanting to join the clique."
She ignored his reference to herself; taking up a single sentence in his speech by the half-whispered comment: "'They've always had everything they want!' To any one from outside, I suppose they do seem to have had everything."
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He overlooked the possible implications of that. "Oh! well; you know what I mean," he said impatiently; "everything that money can buy." He was afraid that she was going, as he put it, to preach.
"But you've evidently made up your mind to stay and have your rest," she replied, going off at another angle. "I can't see why you should bother to ask my advice."
"I haven't made up my mind," he asserted, "and I do want your advice. I only thought you might as well know first just why it tempts me so frightfully to stay."
"And there's Elizabeth," she put in, "you rather like her, don't you?"
"She's quite a jolly girl," Arthur replied coldly.
Jolly? he questioned that the moment he had spoken, but made no effort to retract73 the adjective. He had an inclination to depreciate102 Elizabeth now that he was with Eleanor, an inclination that he repressed as being in bad taste, even a trifle vulgar. Nevertheless, he would have liked to make it quite clear that he was not in love with Elizabeth.
When Eleanor spoke101 again, however, Elizabeth had fallen out of the conversation. "I do see that it looks like hard lines on you," she said more gently; "but as you want to know what I really think, I must tell you. And all that I can say is," she paused, and there was a thrill of passion in her voice as she concluded: "that if I were you I would get away from here, now, at once, to-night...."
"But, why?" he protested, half amused at the fantastic suggestion of his leaving Hartling that night. "There must be some reason, I mean, for—well—such an extravagant103 remedy as that."
"I can't give you any reasons," she said.
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He groaned104 with an intentional105 effect of exaggeration.
"Have you all got some terrible secret that you're hiding?" he asked. "I assure you one really gets that impression. I had begun to wonder whether perhaps Mr Kenyon was a dangerous lunatic or something, before I saw him this evening. Now, I wonder if he's the only one of you that's perfectly sane21. Or is it just this beastly money of yours? Are they afraid up at the house that I want some of it, because if they are you can tell them that I don't. They all seem to think I'm cadging106. Hubert began it the first afternoon I was here. I tell you it's simply incomprehensible to me—the whole attitude."
Eleanor did not appear to be in the least offended by this outbreak, but her voice had a new note of agitation107 in it as she said,—
"Didn't my grandfather offer to do anything for you, when you were talking this evening? Didn't he say anything to you about his will?"
Arthur was glad that she could not see the blush that again burnt his face. "What made you ask that?" he said in what he congratulated himself was a non-committal tone.
"I guessed," she replied quietly. "Was I right?"
"He did mention it," Arthur admitted.
"But that doesn't weigh with you?"
"Not a scrap108; not the least little bit in the world."
"Bet it might presently."
"I don't think so."
"Think how you might feel in six months' time," she persisted; "after living here in a sort of luxury, at the prospect of having to rough it again, when by simply going on you might never have to bother
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about money any more. Think of the temptation to take life easily, with the probability of having quite enough money to live on when my grandfather dies. And that would always seem to be a possibility only just ahead. He'll be ninety-two in October, you know. Even if you did begin to want work again for its own sake, you'd put off going because it would seem silly to risk losing that legacy just for the sake of staying on for another month or two. Can't you put yourself in that position and see what a temptation it would be?"
Her speech had been delivered in a level, weary voice, the voice of one who speaks out of experience rather than from the stimulus109 of imagination; and for a moment Arthur was impressed by her earnestness. She was, he supposed, in her modern way, what one called "pious110." She believed in the great gospels of work and self-sacrifice. She wanted to save him from the snares111 of wealth as his own mother had once wanted to save him from the snares of the devil. And just as he had always been tender and forbearing with his mother when she had preached to him of the dangers of the world, so now he must be tender to this preacher of the new gospel of.... Perhaps she was a Socialist112?
"Really, you needn't be afraid," he said gently. "There isn't the least fear of that. As a matter of fact I'm too keen on adventure." (He had told his mother in precisely the same way, he remembered, that he had been too keen on his work to want to go to music-halls.) "Perhaps that's why this offer attracts me so much. It'll be a sort of adventure to stay here for a month or two—a sort of experience anyway. So, honestly, Miss Kenyon, if that's all you've got against it, I don't see why I shouldn't accept. I think, in any event, I shall
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tell your grandfather that I couldn't pledge myself in any way; that I could only agree, at the most, to stay for three months."
He heard her sigh deeply, and her reply when it came was unexpected.
"Oh, well," she said, "nothing that any of us could say is likely to make the least difference. He means to have you. I'm going in now, good-night."
She had slipped away into the darkness almost before he was aware of her intention, and he was unable to find her again.
There were still many secrets in that garden which he had not explored, and he caught no glimpse of her as he made his way back to the house.
He was annoyed. He wanted to cross-examine her, make her give him some kind of explanation of her minatory113 attitude, and especially of that last cryptic114 speech. What did she mean by saying, "He means to have you?"
There was, certainly, a fairly obvious interpretation115, namely that old Mr Kenyon had set his mind on getting his own way in this matter of having a resident medical attendant at Hartling—a perfectly reasonable wish. But she had not meant that, or at least not in a reasonable way.
Was it possible that Eleanor also was poisoned by this degrading love of wealth; that all this talk and admiration for work and independence was nothing more than an assumption to hide her own fear of another rival for her grandfather's testamentary favour? Indeed, was not that the explanation of the pretended secret of Hartling? The explanation was that there was no secret—unless it were that the whole Kenyon family were vultures,
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crouched in a horrible group about this one aged10 man; waiting gluttonously116 for his death in order to divide the spoil; determined117 that their share should not be decreased by the addition of a single new member to that gloating circle. That might be called a secret; it was certainly a detestable fact that every one of them would wish to hide.
Arthur straightened his back and lifted his chin with a gesture of disgust, but he no longer felt any desire to leave Hartling. It had come to him that he had an honourable118 purpose to serve by remaining: he might be a true help and support to the aged head of the house. Old Kenyon was so pitiably isolated119 from his family. He must always be aware that he was marked down, that the circle of harpies was forever closing more tightly about him, that the only interest that his descendants took in him was in the search for symptoms of his approaching death. He would surely welcome some one coming from the outside, who would have no selfish object in view, who would give him real sympathy and understanding.
Arthur felt a glow of self-satisfaction at the thought. He would make it quite clear, of course, in the coming interview, that no question of any legacy must complicate120 the arrangement. That should be absolutely definite; and yet—it was just a whimsical fancy, and he shrugged his shoulders—what fun it would be to cut out the rest of the family, to be made one of the principal heirs and disappoint those ghastly birds of prey121! Their disappointment would be only momentary122. He would take the fortune solely123 in order to hand it back to them, but in doing that what an admirable lesson he might read them; what contempt he might show
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for the pitiful gaud of wealth. (He might possibly retain just enough to give him a small—a very small independent income?)
Above all, he would like to show Eleanor how miserable124 a vice31 was this love of money, begetting as it did every kind of sham75, insincerity and pretence125. In her, at least, the vice could not be deep-seated, and she would be worth saving. She would look back on the worship of riches with horror once she were away from the influence of this house.
He paused on the terrace and looked up at the perpendicular126 lines of the imitation Tudor facade127, dim and impressive in the half-darkness. Yet, the very house itself was a sham, an anachronism. The Tudors had been autocrats128 and the principles of autocracy129 were out of date. Even wealth was no longer the power it had once been. The rich were threatened on every side, by taxation130 from above and the increasing clamour and power of labour from below. They had lost prestige and influence....
Arthur Woodroffe felt remarkably131 full of vigour132 that evening, confident in the knowledge of his own abilities, and delightfully133 aware of his glorious independence. When he reflected on the lives of the Kenyons he at once despised and pitied them for their insane worship of wealth. He thought of them as poor trammelled creatures, as vultures that had lost the power of flight.
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