Arthur responded without hesitation4.
"Does the old man know?" he asked.
"Not yet; I haven't dared to tell him," Hubert said.
"But you think he'll object?"
"Sure to."
"Why. Doesn't he approve of Miss Martin for some reason?" Arthur asked. He remembered her now—a jolly, brown-eyed, brown-haired girl of twenty or so, who had chaffed him for his devotion to golf. "You're all so dreadfully serious over it," she had said, or words to that effect. Odd that she should fall in love with the melancholy6 Hubert!
"He has never seen her—or heard of her probably," was Hubert's answer.
"But, good Lord, why are you so sure that he'll object then," Arthur said.
"Well, the truth is that we aren't too keen on staying here—afterwards—after we're married, I mean," Hubert admitted.
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"And you don't think the old man could do without you?"
"Oh! it isn't that. I don't do anything, really," Hubert said. "Rankin runs the place. I'm only a figurehead."
Arthur had already suspected this fact, but he was surprised to hear his cousin state the case so frankly7.
"I thought you seemed to have plenty of time on your hands," he commented.
"Simply nothing to do," Hubert agreed.
"All the same, you know that your grandfather wants to keep you here?"
"He wants to keep us all here, you included," Hubert said.
Arthur knew now that that was true. But this calm acknowledgment of the old man's peculiarity8 seemed to imply a comprehension of motive9 that was as yet quite beyond his own understanding.
They had been walking down through the spinney towards the power-house, and Arthur stopped in the quietness of the wood and laid his hand on his cousin's shoulder.
"I say," he said, "I can see that. He does want to keep us here. But why does he? Do you know? Is there some secret about it?"
"Lord, no—secret? Why should there be?" Hubert returned with perfect candour.
"Seems so damned rum," Arthur said, frowning. "Doesn't it to you?" And then a queer analogy flitted across his mind and he added: "It's like Pharaoh and the Israelites. I never could make out why he wanted to keep them."
"Oh! he's like that, always has been," Hubert replied, ignoring the uncomplimentary parallel. "And he gets worse. He's been frightfully difficult
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lately." He paused and warming to a closer confidence, went on, "The devil of it is that you never know what he's really after. If he got into a fearful pad, you'd know where you were, more or less. But he's always as cool as a cucumber. Makes you feel such an infernal ass11."
"But suppose," Arthur suggested, "that you simply didn't do what he wanted you to? Suppose, for instance, that you stuck it out you were going to marry Miss Martin and be damned to him. What could he do?"
The mere suggestion seemed to make Hubert uneasy. "Couldn't do anything in a way," he grumbled12. "But—well—no more could I. Her people aren't well off and I simply haven't got a bean of my own."
"You might get a job somewhere else as an estate agent?" Arthur put in.
Hubert shook his head. "Those jobs are jolly hard to get," he said. "I have thought about it. But I've had no experience really, not to count. And naturally I shouldn't get any testimonial from the old man, if I chucked this. Rankin would have ten times the chance I've got of a job like that, and you should hear him let himself go when he gets cold feet about anything. He's got five kids, you know, and he'd do any mortal thing not to offend the old man. And then, of course, he guesses that he's down for a bit in the will. They all do—all the servants, I mean. They're all hanging on on low wages." He gave a little bark of laughter as he concluded: "Like the rest of us."
"Rotten," Arthur agreed sympathetically. He had begun to like Hubert. It was not his fault that he had no backbone13. He had never had a chance to develop one. And this affair with the
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jolly Miss Martin was quite the worst kind of luck.
They were still standing10 in the spinney wrapped about by the peace of the Sunday afternoon. It was a dull, windless day, threatening rain; and the very sounds of the wood served to emphasise14 the repose15 of humanity. The wheel at the generating station was not working, and except for the distant splash of the overfall and the faint humming of undistinguishable insects, the whole of Hartling seemed to be plunged16 in sleep.
Hubert took his cousin's arm and they walked on slowly toward the power-house.
"I expect you'll think it perfectly17 rotten of me to ask," he said in a low confidential18 voice; "but—you don't think there is any chance of his breaking up, do you?"
Arthur sincerely wished at the moment that he could give an encouraging reply, but he could find none.
"Don't see any signs of it," he said almost apologetically. "He's tremendously sound, lungs and heart and so on."
"But what about those fits of his?" Hubert asked.
"Well, I'm not sure," Arthur said. "They're a bit hard to diagnose. But I'm pretty sure they're not a sign of impending19 death."
"And he might go on like he is—perhaps for years."
Arthur hesitated. Desire was urging his thought, but he believed that he was giving a carefully weighed opinion when he replied: "Well, it wouldn't surprise me, as a matter of fact, if he went to pieces all at once. Physically20, I can't find anything the matter with him, but I've never made a thorough examination. And, in a case like his, there's much more than the actual physical condition of the
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principal organs to be considered. I've wondered if he isn't held up, in a way, by his will-power. He keeps himself so aloof—if you know what I mean? Never lets himself get excited about any mortal thing; hardly seems interested, really...."
"Well, but is there any reason why he shouldn't go on holding himself up?" Hubert inquired, as Arthur paused.
"It might break him down if he were badly crossed," Arthur said.
They walked on in silence for a few yards, pondering the significance of that last pronouncement before Hubert said,——
"Couldn't do that, though, not on purpose. Be pretty much like murder, wouldn't it?"
"Pretty much," Arthur agreed. "And anyway, it's pure speculation21 on my part."
"I can't afford to cross him," Hubert went on, as though he had finally dismissed the thought of his cousin's speculations22 in pathology. "I expect you'll think I'm jolly soft, but I couldn't face being chucked out of here without a penny and no prospect23 of getting a job."
"But surely Uncle Joe would help you," Arthur put in.
"The pater! Good Lord! what could he do?" Hubert said. "He hasn't got a red cent of his own. I don't suppose he could lay his hands on a fiver to save his life."
Once or twice in the course of the last few weeks Arthur had had a faint suspicion that ready money was rather scarce among the Kenyons, but he was shocked by this plain statement.
"Doesn't the old man allow them anything?" he asked.
"Not a bean—in cash," Hubert said. "Of course
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we can get anything we want in reason, but the old man pays all the bills. He isn't a bit mean that way. Never grumbles25. Draws the line at jewellery, though, as you've probably noticed."
Arthur had not noticed that omission26, but he instantly remembered it, and he saw now that the absence of jewellery gave some air of distinction to the Kenyon women. He approved the old man's taste in this particular. He hated to see women smothered27 in diamonds.
"Why's that?" he asked, passing by the admission of his failure to observe the phenomenon.
"Hates jewellery; always has," Hubert explained. "One of his fads28. Says he'd as soon see women wear a ring in their nose as in their ears."
Arthur nodded. He had no inclination29 to enter into any discussion of the æsthetic value of jewellery as an aid to the enhancing of woman's beauty. And he was intrigued30 for the moment by the new aspect of Hartling that Hubert's confidences had unexpectedly revealed to him. The Kenyons seemed to be living a sort of communistic life, he reflected. They had goods, everything they wanted in reason, but no money. Well, it was an easy life—for the elderly and middle-aged31. They had no responsibilities, no anxieties. He could understand now why they had all got into such slack habits. After all, why shouldn't they? They had no incentive32 to do anything but what they were doing. Indeed, it seemed that they had no power to alter their way of life. They were the slaves of a benevolent33 autocrat34 who demanded no service from them except respect. Hartling was a Utopia, a Thelema in which there was no necessity for work; and one soon forgot that it was also a prison.
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He realised at the same time that he might have drawn35 these inferences for himself, and was slightly annoyed with his own obtuseness36. He was, he thought, too much inclined to take things for granted. He had come down to Hartling with ready-made opinions and formal judgments37. He had certainly been far too willing to judge the Kenyons, without knowing any of the facts of the case. But he condemned38 them no longer. It is true that they were not, as Eleanor might say, doing any good in the world, but they were no worse in that respect than the majority of rich people, and the Kenyons had the valid39 excuse that they could not help themselves.
Abruptly40 his thoughts returned to Hubert's troubles.
"I'll admit it's rotten luck about Miss Martin," he said, as if he were continuing their conversation. "But you do get a good time down here."
"If I'd the money to emigrate and she'd come with me, I'd go to-morrow," Hubert said, "and be damned to the good time."
Hubert was in love, Arthur reflected. Also, he had never known any other condition and could not realise the horrible realities of dirt and disease.
"Feel a bit uplifted, I expect, just now," he remarked casually41.
Hubert stopped and faced him. "Do I look uplifted?" he asked.
He certainly did not. He had an air of settled melancholy at the best of times, and at this moment he had apparently42 abandoned himself to the deepest gloom.
Five weeks earlier Arthur would have advised his cousin to take his courage in his hands and
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break away from Hartling at any cost—even as Eleanor had once advised himself—but now he could appreciate to the full Hubert's difficulty.
And then it occurred to him that he had still just enough money to solve the present problem. If that expression of the wish to emigrate had been sincere, he might free his cousin by offering him the loan of, say two hundred pounds. It would, in any case, be interesting to see whether or not he would accept the chance if it were given to him. But he knew, even as the will to help Hubert rose up in him, that he was afraid.
Old Kenyon would surely find out who had advanced that money and then he would.... Arthur was not quite sure what he would do, but he feared the consequences. He might be turned out of Hartling; he would certainly lose any hope of that future remuneration for which he was now working.
The thought of making an offer flashed through his mind and was rejected. He must, at least, have his three months.
"Oh! cheer up, old man," he advised the gloomy Hubert with an assumption of hopefulness. "Things are never as bad as you think they're going to be. Something will happen, right enough."
"There's only one thing that'll help me," Hubert muttered, as they once more continued their walk.
"And that's bound to happen sooner or later," Arthur returned. "I dare say you won't have to wait much longer."
Hubert gave a little snort of impatience43. "Jolly fine," he said; "but the pater, for instance, has been practically waiting all his life."
Arthur was stirred to candour. "In a way," he said, "but I don't suppose it has worried him much."
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"Hasn't it? You ask him," retorted Hubert.
Arthur thought over that for a moment before he said, "If I did, he probably wouldn't tell me. You're a secretive lot down here, you know. You're absolutely the first person who has given me any sort of confidence."
"We can't," Hubert replied. "It isn't safe. You never know what the old man'll find out—he's damnably sharp in some things, and he's got us all as tight as wax. If he chose to cut up rough, he could turn any of us out of here without a blessed penny. I don't suppose he'd like it, for instance, if he knew that I was talking like this to you. But—I don't know—I wanted to tell you, and that affair of Ken24's makes you think a bit, doesn't it? He's in a cleft44 stick all right now—like the rest of us."
Arthur had a memory of his first night at Hartling, and of the way in which his uncle had suddenly dropped out of the conversation after his father had, with apparent gentleness, expressed surprise that his son did not go to live in Italy. Was it possible that that quiet expression veiled a threat?
"But the old man's a good sort, surely," Arthur protested. "He wouldn't do anything absolutely rotten, I mean."
"You never know what he'll do," Hubert said. "You ask the pater about Uncle Jim, Eleanor's father. I don't suppose he'd mind telling you. You're practically one of us now, aren't you?"
But some spirit in Arthur rebelled furiously against that suggestion.
"Good Lord, no; not in that way," he asserted vigorously. "I'm perfectly free to go whenever I want to. Even if I haven't got a cent, I could always get a job as a doctor."
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"Yes, you score there," Hubert agreed, without enthusiasm. "Wish to God I'd got a profession."
Their conversation was interrupted at this point by their arrival at the little power-house in which Scurr, the engineer-chauffeur, was busily engaged on a minor45 repair to one of the temporarily dismantled46 dynamos. And as they returned to the house half an hour later, Arthur determinedly48 discussed certain alterations49 the Committee were proposing in connection with the thirteenth and fourteenth holes of the golf course. He had definitely quashed the assertion that he was now to be numbered among those who were waiting for a certain long deferred50 event, and chose to think no more about that subject at present. He was, as he had asserted, free to leave Hartling whenever he wished. He was not tied in any way, he never could be. And there was no reason why he should not enjoy his three months' holiday. He was sorry for Hubert, but if he had that £200, he probably would not dare to break away. It would not be worth while for one thing, and for another he was too "soft," spoilt by the ease of a luxurious51 life.
And Hubert, on his side, made but one further reference to his love affair. No doubt he was afraid that he had already been rather indiscreet, for just before they reached the house he said,—
"Absolutely between you and me, of course, what I told you this afternoon."
"Rather. Absolutely," Arthur assured him.
It was impossible not to have a slight feeling of contempt for them all, Arthur thought, even though he had began to pity them. Congratulating himself anew on his own magnificent independence, he was inclined, just then, to regard the Kenyons as parasitic54, bloodless creatures. He had once
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pictured them as vultures; now he saw them rather as jackals.
After dinner that evening, however, he was influenced to modify once again the continually fluctuating impression he received of the Hartling household. He was warm with the comfort of good food and good wine, and inclined to be generous and a trifle sentimental55 when this new record was laid before him.
His uncle apparently knew something of the confidences his son had given that afternoon, for it was with a new, a more intimate manner that he came across to Arthur in the drawing-room after dinner.
"Having your usual game to-night?" he asked.
"Oh! I don't know. Why?" Arthur said. Of all the Kenyons, his uncle was, he considered, the most to be despised. He was so confounded sloppy56.
Joe Kenyon made a vague gesture with the hand that held his cigar and the long ash fell and broke on the carpet. He frowned impatiently, looked down at the ash and apparently decided57 to forget it.
"Didn't know if you'd come for a stroll in the garden," he said.
"Right you are. Come along," Arthur agreed, in a spasm58 of pity for the futility59 of the man.
The Kenyons always sought the garden if they had anything of the least importance to say, and he inferred that his uncle had some admission to make now concerning Hubert's unfortunate engagement. Was it possible that they wanted him to be a sort of intermediary between them and the old man?
But when they were in the garden and out of earshot of the house, Mr Kenyon displayed no immediate60 anxiety to discuss his son's affairs
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. Instead of that he began to give Arthur what seemed to be rather paternal61 advice.
"Can't think why you go off to the billiard-room directly after dinner," he said, "when you've got this. Billiards62 are all right after dark, but you miss the best hour of daylight going in there at nine o'clock this time o' year."
"Well, I'm out of doors all day," was Arthur's excuse.
"Playing golf or croquet or tennis," his uncle commented.
Arthur was startled. This was the last quarter from which he had expected a criticism of his way of life.
"Didn't know you objected to games," he said curtly63.
Joe Kenyon did not appear to hear that. The gray sky of the afternoon had broken, the sun was setting among a tangled64 mass of cloud, and he was watching the spectacle with the entranced eyes of a dreamer.
"I'll admit," he murmured half apologetically, "that it's a trifle too dramatic. But at my age one wants the broad effects. However, I suppose you don't see these things."
Arthur turned his attention to the sunset. "Looks uncommonly65 like rain," he said.
His uncle laughed. "We all have our different compensations," he said. "Yours is games and mine the ability to see things. However, I don't know what we should do without 'em."
"Compensations?" Arthur repeated. "I don't know that I'd thought of games in that light."
"You will in time, if you stay here," was his uncle's answer, given a little sadly.
"But I don't mean to," Arthur asserted.
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Joe Kenyon turned reluctantly from the contemplation of the sunset and looked at his nephew. "Then you'd better break away while you have the chance," he said. "I'm a fool to say this to you, but Hubert told me of your talk this afternoon, and I—well, I'm sorry for you."
Arthur raised his eyebrows66.
"You're getting drawn in, though you mayn't know it," his uncle continued, "and if you do your life will be wasted. You'll be sucked dry like the rest of us. Damn it, I can't say more than that. I shouldn't have said as much if you hadn't been so decent to Hubert this afternoon."
Arthur's conscience pricked67 him, and at the same moment he had a warm sense of friendship for his cousin. "Did he tell you that?" he said. "I'm glad he thought so anyhow. I thought I'd been rather rotten to him as a matter of fact."
"I gathered that you'd been very friendly," Joe Kenyon replied, his attention returning to the sunset. "Not that you can be of any help in his case."
"I don't know, I might," Arthur blurted68 out on the impulse of the moment. "Look here, I've got a couple of hundred pounds he's welcome to, if he'd care to have it. He said something about trying his luck in Canada if he could raise the money."
His uncle made no answer for a few seconds, then he definitely resigned himself to the loss of the sunset, drew his nephew's arm through his own, and began to walk slowly up and down the length of the broad gravel69 walk upon which they had been standing.
"Good of you, Arthur, very good and generous of you," he said; "but it's no use. Hubert's in love and he's a bit above himself, but he'd never do anything in Canada. He's too soft and ignorant. We
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only guess what the world's like outside this place, but the things we do guess don't tempt53 us to explore it." He paused a moment before he continued: "We don't talk about ourselves, of course, but you must know the truth pretty well by this time—besides, you're practically one of us now."
Arthur was keenly interested. "I'm not sure that I do know the truth, Uncle Joe," he said. "Except—well, Hubert told me this afternoon that your father—er—keeps you pretty short of cash and so on; makes it jolly difficult for you to sort of—well—break away."
Joe Kenyon smiled grimly. "Difficult!" he repeated, and then, "I suppose you haven't got a cigar on you? All right, never mind. I smoke too much: that's another compensation."
"Couldn't you tell me how things are, a bit more?" Arthur ventured. "You know I might be able to help."
"It isn't easy to tell you, you see," Joe Kenyon said, after a short pause. "Let's sit down. But ..." he hesitated, grunting70 and sighing, before he blurted out, "But you might just run up to the house and get me a couple of cigars, there's a good fellow. Then, I'll—I'll tell you a story. Only you needn't, that is, I shouldn't say anything to the others about our being down here."
While his uncle had been talking, Arthur's heart had warmed to him, but in the ten minutes that now intervened while he went to the house for the cigars, he had a brief reaction. As he entered the house, the habit of mind that had been growing upon him for the past five weeks strangely reasserted itself. He was aware again of the futility and weakness of the Kenyons, their laziness, their self-indulgence,
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and what he could only regard as the meanness of their attitude towards the expected inheritance.
And his uncle seemed to be the very type of all these aspects of the family—a man so idle and weak that he could not exist without his cigar for half an hour. He might have endless excuses, but there must be a horribly lax strain in him somewhere. He was afraid even of his own sisters and his brother-in-law. He had not wanted them to know where he was and what he was saying.
In deference71 to that wish, however, Arthur went to the smoking-room for the desired cigars—a room that was used as a store and in which no one ever sat. There was more or less realisable wealth there, he reflected, as he opened a box of his uncle's cigars.
Why, these cigars must have cost over five pounds a hundred before the war.
He was crossing the hall on his return to the garden, when the drawing-room door opened and Miss Kenyon came out. Arthur had a feeling that she had deliberately72 tried to catch him. He had always disliked and rather feared her. She was different from the other Kenyons, more decided and more efficient. He had not modified his original opinion of her as a hard woman.
"Going out?" she asked coldly.
"Yes; it's jolly in the garden," Arthur said.
"Is my brother out there?" she continued.
Arthur hesitated on the edge of an implied untruth, but she gave him no opportunity to prevaricate73, adding almost immediately,—
"I wish you would tell him I want to speak to him."
"I will, if I can find him," Arthur said.
"Oh! You'll know where to find him," Miss Kenyon replied, and re-entered the drawing-room.
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It was almost certain, then, Arthur reflected, that she had heard him and had come out to give him that message. She had probably seen him coming up the garden, and had some purpose in putting an end to his conversation with her brother. He was annoyed by the interruption. He felt bound now to deliver her message and had no doubt that it would put an end to his uncle's confidences.
"I met Miss Kenyon in the hall as I was coming out," he said, as he rejoined his uncle. "At least, I think she must have seen me coming up from the drawing-room window. She came out and told me to tell you that she wanted to speak to you, and went back again."
Joe Kenyon was leaning back in one of the comfortable wicker chairs that were scattered74 about the garden, and gave no sign of being perturbed75 by the message.
"Got the cigars?" he asked, stretching out his hand, and then after an interval76 in the course of which he had got the cigar satisfactorily going, he went on: "Esther's so cautious. She thinks I'm indiscreet. Perhaps I am, but I can't really see what difference it can make, so long as we don't say anything against the old man. And in any case, I trust you, Arthur. I can trust you, can't I?"
There was a wistful note in the last sentence that robbed it of any offence, and Arthur was touched by it. The effect of his brief visit to the house was being dissipated already by the surroundings of the garden.
"Rather. Yes, absolutely," he said gently. "I mean what possible reason could I have for giving you away?"
Joe Kenyon sighed. "Reason?" he reflected. "Well, reason enough in all conscience."
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Arthur was puzzled. "What?" he asked.
"Oh! there you are," his uncle replied. "Either you know too little or too much, and one has to trust you in either case. But surely, my dear boy, you can at least see that you've got it in your power to give any of us away to the old man?"
"Oh, good Lord!" Arthur ejaculated in an undertone. He had a horrible picture of the Kenyons living a life of eternal suspicion and distrust, fearing that one or other of them might by some trick or disloyalty obtain an unfair hold on the old man's affection. His uncle's next speech, however, destroyed that picture even as it began to take shape.
"That doesn't apply to us, of course," he said. "We've got a sort of unspoken agreement between ourselves. Had to have. We hadn't at first though, you know," he continued, looking round and changing his voice as if he were making an unexpected announcement.
"Hadn't you?" Arthur murmured encouragingly.
"By Jove, no," his uncle went on reminiscently. "But that was nearly forty years ago, of course; just after this place was built; at the time when I tried to break away." He paused a moment and then went on: "I wanted to be an artist. I've got portfolios78 of stuff upstairs if you'd ever care to look at 'em. I dare say I shouldn't have been any good, not really first-class, but I can see things, and now and again I can get something down. There was a note of the wood I made when we first came here, that was rather good. I'll show it to you sometime. The wood was pretty nearly all pines then. The old man planted those larches—said the pines were too gloomy. I dare say he was right."
"And he wouldn't let you become an artist?" Arthur put in.
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"He didn't actually forbid it," Joe Kenyon said. "But he made it simply impossible. He—well"—he lowered his tone almost to a whisper—"we used to believe in those days that he had some insidious79 disease or other. I suppose he must have started the idea himself. I can't remember. But I know that my poor mother used to be very depressed80 about it at times. She died in '83, you know, a year or two after we came here to live. However, what with one thing and another, there seemed to be no alternative except to put off my going to Paris—from month to month at first, and afterwards from year to year." He gave a grim laugh as he added. "In a way of speaking you may say it's going on still. Not long ago at dinner I was talking about Italy and the old man asked me why I didn't go there."
"Yes, it was after I came. I heard him," Arthur said. "But—I didn't understand...."
"Oh, well! if I'd said I would, I shouldn't have got the money to go with in the first place," his uncle explained, "and in the second it would have been all up with me so far as the old man's will was concerned. He never threatens one, not directly, but we know. And, well, I can't face the thought of the workhouse. They don't allow you cigars there, I'm told," he concluded whimsically.
Arthur thought that he could realise the old situation fairly accurately81. His uncle's original weakness showed so clearly through his narration82. He had, no doubt, procrastinated83, and bargained with himself, continually shirking the immediate necessity to take definite action. All that side of the affair was comprehensible enough, but what of that other point from which the narrative84 had so casually rambled85 away?
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"Yes, I see," Arthur agreed sympathetically; "but what was it you were going to say about your having some agreement among yourselves, uncle? It was apropos86 of my being an outsider, you know."
"We got to understand it wouldn't do, that's all," Joe Kenyon said, "not to quarrel among ourselves, that is. Esther was inclined to make mischief87 in the old days. I don't know whether I ought to be telling you all this. Anyhow, we soon saw that it would never do for us to be jealous of one another. We had to find a modus vivendi and—and take our chance. That was after Catherine married Charles and they had come to live with us. The idea at that time was that Charles was going into the Diplomatic later on."
Kenyon paused, but made no movement to rise and go up to the house in obedience88 to his sister's summons. His next sentence, however, apparently referred to that issue.
"Seems to me," he said, "that there can't be any harm, now, in telling you these things. I don't mind admitting that we've discussed it among ourselves—Esther, Catherine, Charles, and myself, that is. Of course what Esther says is that you might go behind us, as it were, but I know there's no sort of fear of that."
Arthur had never liked Miss Kenyon; but now he began quite actively89 to hate her.
"She must have a disgustingly low opinion of me if she could think a thing like that," he said bitterly.
"Oh, well," his uncle replied calmly, "you get like that when you've lived here long enough. Can't trust any one from outside. Never know, that after all these years, we mayn't be left in the lurch90. But, as I've pointed91 out to 'em, you're different."
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Nevertheless he was, without doubt, distinctly uneasy. He knew that he had been indiscreet, and now was anxious for reassurance92. Twice in the last minute he had ended with an assertion of belief in his nephew's trustworthiness.
And it was with a strong feeling of desire to confirm that belief both for his uncle's sake and his own, that Arthur now said,—
"I wish I could do something to help—to help Hubert, I mean. Don't you think I might say something to Mr Kenyon about it? Reason with him? I wouldn't mind doing it in the least. He always seems reasonable enough when we're talking together. A bit hard, perhaps, rather—what shall I say?—not really interested in life, and so on; but not a bit—well—unkind—cruel, if you know what I mean?"
He had expected an almost scornful refusal of his offer to act as an intermediary, but his uncle appeared ready, at least to consider the proposal.
"That's good of you, Arthur," he said, "but there's another thing to be thought of, too; Esther's dead against the engagement."
That announcement instantly stiffened93 Arthur in his resolve. The thing was worth doing in any case, but the possibility of inflicting94 defeat upon Miss Kenyon afforded an immense additional inducement.
"I'd like to do it," he said, with sudden ardour.
Joe Kenyon sat up in his chair and turned to face his nephew with an effect of new interest.
"I don't for a moment believe your embassy will make the least difference, my dear boy," he said earnestly; "but I, personally, should be grateful if you'd undertake it. For Hubert's sake. It would be a—a tremendous compensation for him if he were married, and—well, we don't know yet that
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the old man will oppose the idea. At the same time I suppose you realise what it may mean for you?"
"Mean? Yes. Well, I suppose ..." Arthur began, uncertain of his uncle's precise intention.
"Mean that you may be turned out of the place at an hour's notice," Joe Kenyon interrupted him. "If you get on the old man's wrong side he'll have no scruples95. That's what happened with my brother James, Eleanor's father, you know. He wanted to marry a girl, such a charming girl she was too—Eleanor takes after her—and somehow or other he put the old man's back up. Poor old Jim, he had an awful time—married Eleanor—Eleanor's mother, you understand—out of hand, and they practically starved. He used to write, but we couldn't help him, of course not to count; and the old man wouldn't. He was as hard as nails—hard as nails. They were in South America somewhere, Rio, I think it was, when Jim's wife died, and he only survived her about six months. We heard all about it from a fellow called Payne and his wife. Payne was in the Cable Company out there, and Jim knew them and asked them to bring Eleanor home. She was only seven or eight then, a dark, solemn little chit as ever you saw, poor dear. By God! you could tell she'd been through it. I can see them all standing in the hall now. Payne was a great stout96 chap with a grayish beard. His wife was a big woman too. They had Lord knows how many children of their own, I believe. And that little solemn elf Eleanor looked like a midget beside them. Thin as a herring she was, but as pretty as a fairy. She was always graceful97, even as a bit of a child—sure in her movements—it was a pleasure to watch her...."
Joe Kenyon paused as if savouring his
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recollection, taking reflective pride, perhaps, in his power of "seeing," and then continued with a chuckle98, "And this chap Payne was all taken aback. He hadn't expected a place like this evidently. Jim hadn't told him anything, I suppose, and Payne probably thought we weren't much better off than Jim. He put it in a bit thick, I remember, about Jim's poverty over there. Nice, decent sort of people. We heard from 'em once or twice afterwards, inquiring after Eleanor, and then they went back to South America and we lost touch with them; though I believe Eleanor still hears from them occasionally. However, what I was going to say was that we didn't know, of course, whether the old man would have Eleanor or not. Esther wouldn't have anything to do with it, so in the end your aunt and I took Eleanor up to show her to the old man, and as luck would have it he took a tremendous fancy to her. She's been his favourite ever since." He hesitated a moment before he added: "But there's never been any question of our being jealous of her, of course. She has told us that if by any chance the old man left her the bulk of his property, she wouldn't keep it. She wouldn't, either. In fact I shouldn't be at all sorry if it was that way. You could trust Eleanor to be absolutely fair—and generous."
Joe Kenyon stopped speaking, but for a time Arthur made no comment on the story he had just heard. His attention seemed to be following two strands99 at the same moment. One side of his mind was attempting to weigh his uncle's motives100 in making all these confidences. Had he and his sister been quarrelling? There had been more than one reference to Miss Kenyon that had sounded distinctly bitter, and the emphasis he had laid on his
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last sentence might have implied that he hoped that if in some moment of aberration101 his father made an unjust will, he might be at the mercy of Eleanor rather than be dependent on the goodwill102 of his sister.
The other side of Arthur's mind was engaged in the contemplation of a desolate103 little fairy standing in the hall of Hartling House solemnly awaiting her fate. Even now, she had sometimes a look of desolation, of loneliness. He wondered if she still remembered her early troubles, if she occasionally grieved for her father and mother?
"I hope I haven't bored you with all this?" his uncle's voice murmured. "It is—to tell you the truth—a relief to let oneself go a little to some one who doesn't know. I dare say you can't understand that?"
"I can. Rather," Arthur said, suddenly appreciating the fact that his uncle's motive was the purely104 personal one of relief. "I can quite understand now you must get fed up with all this sometimes."
Joe Kenyon sighed, but he did not otherwise comment on this expression of sympathy. "I've been yarning105 so, we've got rather away from the point," he said. "But you know, Arthur, I don't want you to go into this affair of Hubert's without knowing what you are doing. There it is, my boy. You may be cutting your own throat. I assure you the old man will put you out at an hour's notice if you happen to get on his wrong side."
"Honestly, uncle, I don't care a little hang about that," Arthur affirmed bravely. "I never meant to stay here and I've had a jolly six weeks."
"Of course we shall have to say something to Esther first," his uncle replied.
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"Oh, of course," Arthur agreed readily, but for a moment his heart sank. Miss Kenyon's influence was probably very considerable, he reflected. A few minutes earlier he had been eager to come to a clash of wills with her. He was still ready to do that. But it might be that, even if he defeated her in this, she would work against him afterwards, and that he would have to leave Hartling. And when he faced that possibility he was sure that, after all, he did not want to go. The world outside was an uncomfortable, unprotected place, in which there would be no luxuries for him, and he would have to work very hard in uncongenial circumstances in order to make a bare living. Also, he would be sorry to go now that he was just beginning to know these relations of his a little better. Hubert was a good chap, and so was Uncle Joe. He had not properly understood them until to-day. And now that he knew her story, he would like to know something more of Eleanor. There was something fine about her, and the thought of that "dark, solemn little chit" in the hall made him feel oddly tender towards her.
The darkness had fallen, and the clouds had reassembled in tremendous masses that were moving with strange swiftness across the sky. Leaning back and looking upward it was interesting to contrast the windless quiet of the garden in which they were sitting with the evidences of the tumult106 above.
"It's beginning to rain," his uncle suddenly exclaimed, breaking a long silence. "We'd better go."
Arthur was prepared for some display of temper on the part of Miss Kenyon when he and his uncle entered the drawing-room, and was disappointed
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to find that she displayed her habitual107 air of cold reserve. He was a trifle nervous and apprehensive108 now, about this projected embassy of his, and would have been glad to have been stiffened by some show of active opposition109. Miss Kenyon had, he thought, something of the same awful detachment that her father exhibited towards every-day affairs. All the older members of the party were there. Turner had a novel in his hand, the three women were busy with their usual fancy-work, but to-night they had drawn together in a group by one of the windows, with an effect of being in conference.
Joe Kenyon's action in pulling up a chair and joining the group held a faint suggestion of bravado110. He had the uneasy air of a man coming to a confession111 of his own weakness.
Arthur preferred to stand, leaning against the jamb of the window. It gave him a physical sense of superiority to look down upon his antagonist112.
Joe Kenyon plunged at once into what Arthur judged to be relatively113 a side issue. "Arthur and I have been talking about Hubert's engagement," he said. "Hubert had been telling him all about it this afternoon; and Arthur has suggested that he should say something to my father."
If he had deliberately intended an effect of surprise he had attained114 his object. They were undoubtedly115 startled by this announcement, and not less obviously puzzled. It was not, however, Arthur's part in the affair that seemed to perplex them. None of them looked up at him, they were all staring at Joe Kenyon, with an expression that seemed, Arthur thought, to be seeking for a private sign. But so far as he could see, none was given. Joe Kenyon was leaning back in his chair and wiping his forehead. "This rain ought to cool the air
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a bit," he interjected in an undertone. "Beastly hot in here."
"Very friendly of Arthur," Turner commented, turning slightly towards the young man as he spoke77. "No reason, after all, why he should bother himself about our affairs."
"I suppose he understands ..." his wife began, and then stopped abruptly. She was still looking anxiously at her brother as if inviting116 further confidences.
Joe Kenyon nodded. "Oh, of course, of course," he said. "Hubert told him all about it this afternoon."
"About what, Joe?" Miss Kenyon put in, speaking for the first time. She gave him no indication of perturbation or anxiousness, but she was reading her brother's face as if she sought some evidence of his secret motive.
"Well, about the engagement, and having no money and so on," Joe Kenyon rather desperately117 explained.
"No money?" his sister returned, with a lift of her eyebrows. "What do you mean, by having no money?"
"Well, Hubert hasn't any, not of his own," her brother replied. "And he was saying, I gather, that he would like—well—a change of air if he were married. About enough of us here, without him, perhaps. That sort of thing. And Arthur very generously offered through me to lend him a couple of hundred pounds if he wanted it."
Whether or not he had intended to create a diversion by this further announcement, he had certainly achieved that object.
Turner gave an exclamation118 of surprise, but it was Mrs Kenyon who answered.
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"Oh, but we couldn't possibly accept that," in an agitated119 voice; and Arthur, looking down, saw that her hands were trembling. She was, he realised then, by far the most nervous of the five, and he recognised in her at that moment a strong likeness120 to his own mother. She, too, had been a timid woman, apprehensive not only of danger, but also of change. Miss Kenyon had let her work fall in her lap, and was sitting, plunged, apparently, in a fit of deep abstraction.
"No, no, of course not," Joe Kenyon replied. "I have already refused that."
"On what grounds?" Miss Kenyon put in sharply.
"Er—I don't think—I suggested, Esther, that Hubert would be—well, rather lost if he were to find himself in a new country with a wife to support on a capital of £200."
Miss Kenyon gave a short impatient sniff121, and turned to Arthur. "A little strange, isn't it," she asked, "for you to offer to finance us?"
"Only Hubert, you know," Arthur explained.
"Hubert has a father and mother alive, to say nothing of uncles and aunts," she returned. "I don't know why he should need help from a comparative stranger."
"He seemed to need it," Arthur said dryly, "or I shouldn't have made the offer."
Miss Kenyon shrugged122 her shoulders and turned back to her brother. "Are we to understand, Joe," she said, "that Arthur Woodroffe knows all about us now? Have you told him everything?"
"Damn it, Esther, what do you mean by everything?" Joe Kenyon exploded defensively. "I—it seems to me—Hubert had pretty well told him all that mattered, before I said a word. I told him about Jim, if that's what you mean?"
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Miss Kenyon began to drum her fingers on the arm of her chair. "And what good do you expect to do to yourself or anybody else by speaking to my father about Hubert's engagement?" she asked Arthur.
Turner leant back in his chair and crossed his legs. "Precisely123, that's the real point," he agreed.
"Well, naturally, I hope to persuade Mr Kenyon to sanction the engagement," Arthur said.
"Why?" snapped Miss Kenyon.
"Friendship for Hubert," Arthur said.
"I wasn't aware that you and he were such great friends," was Miss Kenyon's criticism of that explanation.
"Oh, well, pretty fair," Arthur compromised. "Anyhow, I'll be glad to help him if I can."
"I can't imagine that anything you could say to my father would carry the least weight," Miss Kenyon said dryly.
"Perhaps not," Arthur agreed. "No harm in trying, though, is there?"
"I think that's quite true, you know, Esther," Mrs Kenyon put in, "and it would be rather a relief if—that is, I hope, for Hubert's sake at all events, something can be done to smooth things over."
Miss Kenyon turned from her sister-in-law with a slight suggestion of contempt. "Do you know this girl, Dorothy Martin?" she asked, looking at her brother.
"Slightly," he said. "Met her twice, I think. Seemed a jolly girl, I thought. Full of life."
"Quite a nice girl," his wife put in eagerly.
"Oh! you've met her too, have you?" Miss Kenyon commented coldly.
"At the Club House. Hubert took me up there
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to tea, the day before yesterday, on purpose to introduce me," Mrs Kenyon explained, with a pathetic air of apology.
Arthur had drawn many false inferences about the affairs at Hartling, but it was quite clear to him now that although there might, as his uncle had said, be some tacit agreement as to the Kenyons' attitude toward the head of the house, Miss Kenyon had certainly not been given any confidences concerning Hubert's engagement.
"She has no money of her own, I suppose?" was the next question.
Joe Kenyon and his wife looked at each other rather helplessly, and it seemed that no further answer was needed, for Miss Kenyon at once continued, "Folly124, absurd folly, and you know it. If Arthur Woodroffe likes to make a fool of himself, he can. What he does or does not do is neither here nor there. But I shall have no hand in it, and any influence I have with my father...."
She had risen to her feet as she spoke, and now stood with her hands clenched125, an erect126 and dominating figure. She was over sixty, but she was still a handsome woman, full of vitality127 and energy; and at that moment Arthur could not but concede her a grudging128 measure of admiration129. He felt as if he had seen her fully5 awake for the first time. Her rather pale blue eyes were suddenly keen and alert, and there was an air of mastery about her that reminded him of her father. By the side of her, Mrs Turner and her brother with their sandy-gray hair and their tendency to an untidy corpulence, seemed to belong to another race. Esther, if the head of the house was to be taken as the standard, was the only true Kenyon of the second generation, unless Eleanor's father, the errant, independent James,
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had been of his sister's breed? Had he, perhaps, had his sister's hands also; those white, strong managing hands that were now so threateningly clenched?
She stood there for a moment, dominating them all, while she allowed the threat of her unfinished sentence to take effect; then she turned and left the room with a quiet dignity that was in itself a menace.
Nevertheless, Arthur at least had not been intimidated130 by her outburst, and her contemptuous reference to himself had provided him with the very stimulant131 he desired. Moreover, he had now a fierce desire to humiliate132 his handsome opponent, a desire that arose from a new source. He had seen her as a woman for the first time, and he was aware in himself of a hitherto unrealised impulse to cruelty. He wanted to break and dominate that proud, erect figure. However sneeringly133 she had challenged him, and in the zest134 of his unsatisfied youth, he longed to conquer her, although his victory could be but the barren victory of the intellect.
He took the seat Miss Kenyon had just vacated with a pleasant sense of mastery. He felt that he could do anything he liked with the other four. They were all of them looking, just then, so completely cowed and depressed. Joe Kenyon and his sister were crumpled135 into their chairs, with an air of rather absurd dejection. Mrs Kenyon had resumed her fancy work and was bending over it in an attitude that suggested the possibility of hidden tears; and Turner, nervously136 twisting his exquisitely137 neat little moustache, was staring thoughtfully at his own reflection in the darkened window.
"I don't see why we shouldn't help Hubert, all
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the same," Arthur tried, by way of making a beginning.
Little Turner withdrew his gaze from the window and regarded the intrepid138 youth with an expression of half-amused pity.
"You don't know," was his only comment.
"Well, I think I do, to a certain extent," Arthur said boldly. "Uncle Joe told me a good many things to-night, one way and another. More than he cared to admit, perhaps, before Miss Kenyon."
He had made a deliberate bid for inclusion into their secret counsels by that last sentence, and he had at least succeeded in stimulating139 their interest.
"Oh, well, well," his uncle said, sitting up with an effect of reinflation, "perhaps I did. Esther's got a queer temper, now and then. And possibly I told you more than was altogether discreet52." He looked at his brother-in-law as he added, "I'll admit to being a bit down in the mouth about the whole affair."
"But do you really think," Mrs Kenyon began unhopefully, "that it would be any good for you to come into the affair at all?"
"Well, I'm perfectly free, you know," Arthur said, and instantly realised that he had said the forbidden thing. They could not bear that admission of bondage140 in a full company.
"Can't see that that's anything to do with it," Turner replied. "We're all free enough, so far as that goes. Point is, whether your interference is advisable; whether you might not put Mr Kenyon's back up and make things a hundred times worse for Hubert."
Arthur chose to overlook the snub. "Well, I don't see that it could do any harm," he said. He felt pleasantly young and capable among those four
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old people; he believed that they were too inert141 to oppose him, that they would accept any leader capable of taking the initiative. "Anything I did," he continued, "would only react on me, and I—don't care. Uncle Joe has warned me that Mr Kenyon may sling142 me out of the house at an hour's notice, but I'm perfectly willing to take that risk."
No one answered him. For the second time in two minutes he had all too clearly displayed their weakness with his youthful boast of freedom, and this time they had no defence but to ignore him. For a few seconds there was a painful, uneasy silence, and then Turner looked at Mrs Kenyon and said, in a confidential tone,—
"What does Eleanor say about it all? I suppose you've asked her advice?"
"She thinks he'll be against it," Mrs Kenyon said timidly. "But nothing has been said to him as yet. She—she would like Hubert to go away—but I can't see how—even if we accepted...." She glanced at Arthur as she concluded.
"Oh, well," Turner replied, standing up, "we'll have to leave it at that presumably. No good in our interfering143, obviously." And he looked at his wife, who began to fumble144 her work into an untidy bundle, preparatory to getting to her feet.
"With our own trouble hanging over us," she remarked allusively145, and added, "What's going to happen to poor Ken, I don't know. He's determined47 that he won't come to live here."
They were all standing now, saying good-night, but Joe Kenyon lagged behind with Arthur as they trailed across the spaces of the drawing-room.
"I'm afraid it's no good, you know," he murmured, "very generous of you to make the offer, all the same."
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When he was alone in his own delightful146 bedroom, Arthur stood at the open window, listening to the sound of the rain and inhaling147 the welcome scents148 of the grateful earth. Already his mood of resentment149 against these four impotent old people had passed. They had snubbed and checked him, given him to understand that though he might, indeed, know something of the facts of their position, he knew nothing of the spirit. But he could not cherish anger against them, nor even contempt. They had been in shackles150 too long; he could not reasonably expect them to enter with him into any kind of conspiracy151 against the old man. They were so helpless, so completely dependent upon his goodwill. Nevertheless, although they had given him no authority, he meant to persist in his endeavour although he risked expulsion from this Paradise of comfort and well-being152. He was genuinely anxious to help his uncle, aunt, and cousin, and he thrilled at the thought of crossing swords with Miss Kenyon. If he defeated her, it would, indeed, be a glorious victory.
And, possibly, Eleanor would be on his side? He had an amazingly clear picture of her in his mind, a forlorn, independent child, in the midst of the splendours of the Hartling hall. He could see her standing by the side of the colossal153 elephant's pad; an amazing contrast between the slender and the gross.
What was it his uncle had called her? "A lovely, solemn little chit?" Yes, she was lovely. He had hardly realised it until now. Perhaps she would change her opinion of him after to-morrow.
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