They had met casually6 several times at people’s houses and once he had talked with her at the Suydam’s, but the opportunities for which he planned obstinately7 refused to present themselves. He had finally succeeded in persuading her to ride with him to-day, and after writing a note or two, he called his man and dressed with particular care. Mr. Van Duyn’s mind was so constructed that he could never think of more than one thing at a time; but of that one thing he always thought with every dull fiber8 of his brain, and Miss Loring’s indifference9 to his honorable intentions had preyed10 upon him to the detriment11 of other and, perhaps, equally important interests.
Mr. Van Duyn was large of body and ponderous12 of[110] thought, and his decisions were only born after a prolonged and somewhat uncertain period of gestation13. It took him an hour to order his dinner, and at least two hours to eat (and drink) it. And so when at the age of five and thirty he had reached the conclusion that it was time for him to marry, he had set about carrying his resolution into effect with the same solemn deliberation which characterized every other act of his life. He had been accustomed always to have things happen exactly as he planned them, and was of the opinion, when he followed the Lorings to Canada, that nothing lacked in the proposed alliance to make it eminently14 desirable for both of the parties concerned. Matches he knew were no longer made in Heaven and an opportunist like Henry K. Loring could not long debate upon the excellence15 of the arrangement.
Miss Loring’s refusal of him up at camp, last summer, had shocked him, and for awhile he had not been able to believe the evidence of his ears, for Mrs. Loring had given him to understand that to her at least he was a particularly desirable suitor. When he recovered from his shock of amazement16, his feeling was one of anger, and his first impulse to leave the Loring camp at once. But after a night of thought he changed his mind. He found in the morning that Miss Loring’s refusal had had the curious effect of making her more desirable, more desirable, indeed, than any young female person he had ever met. He was in love with her, in fact, and all other reasons for wanting to marry her now paled beside the important fact that she was essential to his well being, his mental health and happiness. He did not even think of her great wealth as he had at first done, of the fortune she would bring which would aid materially in providing the sort of an establishment a married Van Duyn must maintain. In[111] his cumbrous way he had decided17 that even had she been penniless, she would have been necessary to him just the same.
He had stayed on at camp, accepting Mrs. Loring’s advice that it would not be wise to take her refusal seriously. She was only a child and could not know the meaning of the honor he intended to confer. But in New York her indifference continued to prick18 his self-esteem, and for several weeks he had been following her about, sending her flowers and losing no chance to keep his memory green.
And so, he examined his shiny boots with a narrowing and critical eye, donned a favorite pink silk shirt and tied on a white stock into which he stuck a fox-head pin. He had put on more flesh in the last three years than he needed, and his collar bands were getting too tight; but as he looked in the mirror of his dressing-stand, he was willing to admit that he was still the fine figure of a man—a Van Duyn every inch of him. It was in the midst of this agreeable occupation that Mr. Worthington entered, a corn-flower in his buttonhole and otherwise arrayed for conquest. Van Duyn looked over his shoulder and nodded a platonic19 greeting.
“Tea-ing it, Bibby?”
“Oh, yes. Might as well do that as sit somewhere. Just stopped in on my way down.” Worthington’s apartment was above. And then, “Lord Coley, you are filling out! Riding?”
“No,” grinned the other, “going to pick strawberries on the Metropolitan20 Tower. Don’t I look like it?”
Worthington smiled. Van Duyn’s playfulness always much resembled that of a young St. Bernard puppy.
“I thought you’d given it up. Her name, please.”
Mr. Van Duyn refused to reply.
“It’s the Loring girl, isn’t it?” Worthington queried[112] cheerfully. “I thought so. You lucky devil!” He touched the tips of two fingers and thumb to his lips, and with eyes heavenward laid them upon his heart. “She’s an angel, a blue-eyed angel, fresh from the rosy21 aura of a cherubim. Oh, Coley, what the devil can she see in you?”
“Don’t be an ass22, Bibby,” Van Duyn grunted23 wrathfully.
“I’m not an ass. I’m in love, you amatory Behemoth, in love as I’ve never been before—with an angel fresh from Elysium.”
“Meaning Miss Jane Loring?”
“Who else? There’s no one else,” dolefully. “There never has been any one else—there never will be any one else. You’re in love with her, too; aren’t you, Coley?”
“Well, of all the impudence24!”
“Nonsense. I’m only living up to the traditions of our ancient friendship. I’m giving you a fair warning. I intend to marry the lady myself.”
The visitor had lit a cigarette and was calmly helping25 himself to whisky. Van Duyn threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“You! Good joke. Haw! You’ve got as many lives as a cat, Bibby. Been blowing out your brains every season for fifteen years.” He struggled into his coat and squared himself before the mirror. “Wasting your time,” he finished dryly.
“Meaning that you are the chosen one? Oh, I say, Coley, don’t make me laugh. You’ll spoil the set of my cravat26. You know, I couldn’t care for her if I thought her taste was as bad as that. Not engaged are you?”
“Oh, drop it,” said the other. “Remarks are personal. Miss Loring is fine girl. Fellow gets her will be lucky.” He had poured himself a drink, but paused in the[113] act of taking it, and asked, “Haven’t seen Gallatin lately, have you?”
“No—nobody has—since that night at the Club. He’d been sitting tight—and God knows that’s no joke! Good Lord, but he did fall off with a thud! Been on the wagon28 six months, too. He ought to let it alone.”
“He can’t,” said Van Duyn grimly.
“Well, six months is a good while—for Phil—but he stuck it out like a little man.” And then ruminatively29, “I wonder what made him begin again. He’d been refusing all the afternoon. Came in later with his jaw30 set—white and somber—you know—and started right in. It’s a great pity! I’d like to have a talk with Phil. I’m fond of that boy. But he’s so touchy31. Great Scott! I tried it once, and I’ll never forget the look he gave me. Never again! I’d as leave try a curtain lecture on a Bengal tiger.”
“What’s the use? We’ve got troubles of our own.”
“Not like his, Coley. With me it’s a diversion, with you it’s an appetite, with Phil it’s a disease. That’s why he went to Canada this summer. By the way, you were in the woods with the Lorings, of course you heard about that girl that Phil met up there?”
“No,” growled32 the other.
“Seems to be a mystery. Percy Endicott says——”
Van Duyn set his glass on the table with a crash that broke it, then rose with an oath.
“Think I’m going to listen to that rubbish?” he muttered. “Who cares what happened to Gallatin? I don’t, for one. As for Percy, he’s a lyin’, little gossipin’ Pharisee. I don’t believe there was any girl——”
“But Gallatin admits it.”
“D—— Gallatin!” he roared.
Worthington looked up in surprise, but rose and[114] kicked his trousers legs into their immaculate creases33.
“Oh, if you feel that way about it—” He took up his silk hat and brushed it with his coat sleeve. “I think I’ll be toddling34 along.”
“Oh, don’t get peevish35, Bibby. You like Phil Gallatin. Well, I don’t. Always too d—— starchy for me anyway.” He paused at the table in the library while he filled his cigarette case from a silver box. Then he examined Worthington’s face. “You didn’t hear the girl’s name mentioned, did you?” he asked carelessly.
“Oh, no, even Gallatin didn’t know it.” Worthington had put on his hat and was making for the door. “Of course it doesn’t matter anyway.”
Van Duyn followed, his man helping them into their overcoats.
“Can’t drop you anywhere, can I, Bibby? I’ve got the machine below.”
“No, thanks. I’ll walk.”
On the ride uptown Coleman Van Duyn glowered36 moodily37 out at the winter sunlight. He had heard enough of this story they were telling about Phil Gallatin and the mysterious girl in the woods. He alone knew that the main facts were true, because he had had incontestible evidence that the mysterious girl was Jane Loring. All the circumstances as related exactly tallied38 with his own information received from the two guides who had brought her into Loring’s camp. And in spite of his knowledge of Jane’s character, the coarse embroidery39 that gossip was adding to the tale had left a distinctly disagreeable impression. Jane Loring had spent the better part of a week alone with Phil Gallatin in the heart of the Canadian wilderness40. Van Duyn did not like Gallatin. They had known each other for years, and an appearance of fellowship existed between them, but in all tastes save one[115] they had nothing in common. He and Gallatin had locked horns once before on a trifling41 matter, and the fact that the girl Van Duyn intended to marry had been thrown upon the mercies of a man of Gallatin’s stamp was gall27 and wormwood to him. But when he thought of Jane he cursed the gossips in his heart for a lot of meddlers and scandal-mongers. If he knew anything of human nature—and like most heavy deliberate men, he believed his judgment42 to be infallible, Jane was the blue-eyed angel Mr. Worthington had so aptly described, “fresh from the rosy aura of a cherubim.” But there were many things to be explained. One of the guides that had found her had dropped a hint that it was no guide’s camp that she had visited in the woods, as she had told them at camp. And why, if she had been well cared for there, had she fled? What relations existed between Jane Loring and Phil Gallatin that made it necessary for her to hide the fact of his existence? What had Gallatin done that she should wish to escape him? Van Duyn’s turgid blood seethed43 darkly in his veins44. Gallatin had acknowledged the main facts of the story. Why hadn’t he told it all, as any other man would have done without making all this mystery about it? Or why hadn’t he denied it entirely45 instead of leaving a loophole for the gossip? Why hadn’t he lied, as any other man would have done, like a gentleman? Only he, Van Duyn, had an inkling of the facts, and yet his lips were sealed. He had had to sit calmly and listen while the story was told in his presence at the club, while his fingers were aching to throttle46 the man who was repeating it. Phil Gallatin! D—— him!
It was, therefore, in no very pleasant frame of mind that Van Duyn got down at Miss Loring’s door. The horses were already at the carriage drive and Miss[116] Loring came down at once. Mr. Van Duyn helped her into the saddle, and in a few moments they were in the Park walking their horses carefully until they reached the nearest bridle47 path, when they swung into a canter. Miss Loring had noted48 the preoccupation of her companion, and after one or two efforts at cheerful commonplace, had subsided49, only too glad to enjoy in silence the glory of the afternoon sunlight. But presently when the horses were winded, she pulled her own animal into a walk and Van Duyn quickly imitated her example.
“Oh, I’m so glad I came, Coley,” she said genuinely, with mounting color and sparkling eyes.
“Are you?” he panted, Jane’s optimism at last defeating his megrims. “Bully, isn’t it? Ever hunted?”
“Yes, one season at Pau.”
“Jolly set, hunting set. Jolliest in New York.”
“Yes, I know some of them—Mr. Kane, Mr. Spencer, Miss Jaffray, the Rawsons and the Penningtons. They wouldn’t do this, though; they turn up their noses at Park riding. Aren’t you hunting this year?”
“No,” he grunted. “Life’s too short.” He might also have added that he wasn’t up to the work, but he didn’t. Jane noticed the drop in his voice and examined him curiously50.
“You don’t seem very happy to-day, Coley.”
“Any reason you can think of why I should be?” he muttered.
“Thousands,” she laughed, purposely oblivious51. “The joy of living——”
“Oh, rot, Jane!”
“Coley! You’re not polite!”
“Oh, you know what I mean well enough,” he insisted sulkily.
“Do I? Please explain.”
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“Don’t you know, this is the first time I’ve been with you alone—since the woods?” he stammered52.
Jane laughed.
“I’m sorry I have such a bad effect on you. You asked me to come, you know.”
“Oh, don’t tease a chap so. What’s the use? Been tryin’ to see you for weeks. You’ve been avoidin’ me, Jane. What I want to know is—why?”
“I don’t want to avoid you. If I did, I shouldn’t be with you to-day, should I?”
There seemed to be no reply to that and Van Duyn’s frown only deepened.
“I thought we were goin’ to be friends,” he went on slowly. “We had a quarrel up at camp, but I thought we’d straightened that out. You forgave me, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes. I couldn’t very well do anything else. But you’ll have to admit I’d never done anything to warrant——”
“I was a fool. Sorry for what I did, too. When you got back I told you so. I’m a fool still, but I’ve got sense enough to be patient. Pretty rough, though, the way you treat me. Thinkin’ about you most of the time—all upset—don’t sleep the way I ought—things don’t taste right. I’m in love with you, Jane——”
“I thought you had promised not to speak of that again,” she put in with lowered voice.
“Oh, hang it! I’ve got to speak of it,” he growled. “When a fellow wants to marry a girl, he can’t stay in the background and see other fellows payin’ her attention—hear stories of——”
Jane looked up, her eyes questioning sharply and Coleman Van Duyn stopped short. He had not meant to go so far.
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“Stories about me?”
He wouldn’t reply, and only glowered at his horse’s ears.
“What story have you heard about me, Coley?” she asked quietly.
“Oh, nothing,” he mumbled53. “It wasn’t about you,” he finished lamely54.
“It’s something that concerns me then. You’ve made that clear. You must tell me—at once,” she said decisively.
Van Duyn glanced at her and dropped his gaze, aware for the second time that this girl’s spirit when it rose was too strong for him. And yet there was an anxiety in her curiosity, too, which gave him a sense of mastery.
“Oh, just gossip,” he said cautiously. “Everybody gets his share of it, you know.” Then he laughed aloud, rather too noisily, so that she wasn’t deceived.
“It’s something I have a right to know, of course. It must be unpleasant or you wouldn’t have thought of it again. You must tell me, Coley.”
“What difference does it make?”
“None. But I mean to hear it just the same.”
“Oh!” He saw that her face was set in resolute55 lines, so he looked away, his lids narrowing, while he thought of a plan which might turn his information to his own advantage.
“It isn’t about you at all,” he said slowly, sparring for time.
“Then why did you think of it?” She had him cornered now and he knew it, so he fought back sullenly56, looking anywhere but at her.
“You haven’t given me a fair show, Jane. Up in camp we got to be pretty good pals57 until—until you found out I wanted to marry you. Even then you said[119] there wasn’t any reason why we shouldn’t be friends. I lost my head that morning and made a fool of myself and you ran away and got lost. When the guides brought you back you were different, utterly58 changed. Something had happened. You wouldn’t have been so rotten to me, just because—because of that. Besides you forgave me. Didn’t I acknowledge it? And haven’t I done the square thing, let you alone, watched you from a distance, almost as if I didn’t even know you? I tell you, Jane——”
“What has this to do with——”
“Wait,” he said, his eyes now searching hers, his color deepening as he gathered courage, while Jane Loring listened, conscious that her companion’s intrusiveness59 and brutality60 were dragging her pride in the dust. “You went off into the woods and stayed five days. You told us when you got back to camp that you’d been found by an Indian guide and that you hadn’t been able to find the trail—and all that sort of thing. Everybody believed you. We were all too glad to get you back. What I want to know is why you told that story? What was your reason for keeping back——”
“It was true—” she stammered, but his keen eyes saw that her face was blanching61 and her emotion infuriated him.
“All except that the Indian guide was Phil Gallatin,” he said brutally62.
The hands that held the reins63 jerked involuntarily and her horse reared and swerved64 away, but in a moment she had steadied him; and when Van Duyn drew alongside of her, she was still very pale but quite composed.
“How do you know that?” she asked in a voice the tones of which she still struggled to control.
He waited a long moment, the frown gathering65 more[120] darkly. He had still hoped, it seemed, that she might deny it.
“Oh, I know it, all right,” he muttered, glowering66.
Her laughter rather surprised him. “Your keenness does you credit,” she continued. “I met a stranger in the woods and stayed at his camp. There’s nothing extraordinary in that——”
“No,” he interrupted quickly. “Not in that. The extraordinary thing is that you should have——” he hesitated.
“Lied about it?” she suggested calmly. “Oh, I don’t think we need discuss that. I’m not in the habit of talking over my personal affairs.”
Her indifference inflamed67 him further and his eyes gleamed maliciously68.
“It’s a pity Gallatin hasn’t a similar code.”
Her eyes opened wide. “What—do—you—mean?” she asked haltingly.
“That Gallatin is telling of the adventure himself,” he said with a bold laugh.
“He is telling—of—the—adventure—” she repeated, and then paused, her horrified69 eyes peering straight ahead of her. “Oh, how odious70 of him—how odious! There is nothing to tell—Coley—absolutely nothing—” And then as a new thought even more horrible than those that had gone before crossed her mind, “What are they saying? Has he—has he spoken my name? Tell me. I can’t believe that of him—not that!”
Van Duyn was not sure that the emotion which he felt was pity for her or pity for himself, but he looked away, his face reddening uncomfortably, and when he spoke71 his voice was lowered.
“I heard the story,” he said with crafty72 deliberateness, “at the Club. I got up and left the room.”
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“Was—was Mr. Gallatin there?”
“No—not there?” he muttered. “He came in as I left. You know it wouldn’t have been possible for me to stay.”
“What are they saying, Coley?” she gasped73, seeking in one breath to plumb74 the whole depth of her humiliation75. “You must tell me. Do you mean that they’re saying—that—that Mr. Gallatin and I—were—?” she couldn’t finish, and he made no effort to help her, for her troubled face and every word that she uttered went further to confirm his suspicions and increase his misery76.
“Do you believe that?” she whispered again. “Do you?” And then, as he refused to turn his head or reply, “Oh, how dreadful of you!”
She put spurs to her horse and before he was well aware of it was vanishing among the trees. His animal was unequal to the task he set for it, for he lost sight of her, found her again in the distance and thundered after, breathing heavily and perspiring77 at every pore, hating himself for his suspicions, and filled with terror at the thought of losing her. Never had he been so mad for the possession of her as now, and floundered helplessly on like an untrained dog in pursuit of a wounded bird. But he couldn’t catch up with her. And when, later, he stopped at the Loring house, she refused to see him.
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