In those short years of mourning and lost faith between the downfall of Crown Point and the rise of the Con14. Virginia and the Rey del Monte, Bill Cannon “lay low.” His growing reputation as an expert mining man and a rising financier had suffered. Men had disbelieved in him as they did in Virginia, and he knew the sweetness of revenge when he and the great camp rose together in titanic18 partnership19 and defied them. His detractors had hardly done murmuring together over the significant fact that Crown Point “had not scooped21 every dollar he had” when the great ore-body was struck on the thousand-foot level of the Rey del Monte, and Bill Cannon became a Bonanza King.
That was in seventy-four. The same year he bought the land in San Francisco and laid the foundation for the mansion on Nob Hill. His wife was still living then, and his son and daughter—the last of seven children, five of whom had died in infancy—were as yet babies. A year later the house was completed and the Cannon family, surrounded by an aura of high-colored, accumulating anecdote22, moved down from Nevada and took possession.
Mrs. Cannon, who in her girlhood had been the prettiest waitress in the Yuba Hotel at Marysville and had married Bill Cannon when he was an underground miner, was the subject of much gossip in the little group which at that time made up San Francisco’s fashionable world. They laughed at her and went to her entertainments. They told stories of her small social mistakes, and fawned23 on her husband for positions for their sons. He understood them, treated them with an open cynical24 contempt, and used them. He was big enough to realize his wife’s superiority, and it amused him to punish them for their patronizing airs by savage25 impertinences that they winced26 under but did not dare resent. She was a silent, sensitive, loving woman, who never quite fitted into the frame his wealth had given her. She did her best to fill the new rôle, but it bewildered her and she did not feel at ease in it. In her heart she yearned27 for the days when her home had been a miner’s cabin in the foot-hills, her babies had known no nurse but herself, and her husband had been all hers. Those were her beaux jours.
She died some twelve years after the installation in San Francisco. Bill Cannon had loved her after his fashion and always respected her, and the withdrawal28 of her quiet, sympathetic presence left a void behind it that astonished, almost awed29 him. The two children, Eugene and Rose, were eighteen and thirteen at the time. She had adored them, lived for them, been a mother at once tender and intelligent, and they mourned her with passion. It was to dull the ache left by her death, that Gene30, a weak and characterless changeling in this vigorous breed, sought solace31 in drink. And it was then that Rose, assuming her mother’s place as head of the establishment, began to show that capacity for management, that combination of executive power and gentle force—bequests from both parents—that added admiration32 to the idolizing love the Bonanza King had always given her.
The house in which this pampered33 princess ruled was one of those enormous structures which a wealth that sought extravagant34 ways of expending35 itself reared upon that protuberance in the city’s outline called by San Franciscans Nob Hill. The suddenly-enriched miners of the Comstock Lode36 and the magnates of the railway had money waiting for investment, and the building of huge houses seemed as good a one as any other.
Here, from their front steps, they could see the city sweeping37 up from its low center on to the slopes of girdling hills. It was a gray city, crowding down to the edge of the bay, which, viewed from this height, extended far up into the sky. In summer, under an arch of remote, cold blue, its outlines blurred38 by clouds of blown dust, it looked a bleak39, unfriendly place, a town in which the stranger felt a depressing, nostalgic chill. In winter, when the sun shone warm and tender as a caress40, and the bay and hills were like a mosaic41 in blue and purple gems42, it was a panorama43 over which the passer-by was wont to linger. The copings of walls offered a convenient resting-place, and he could lean on them, still as a lizard44 in the bath of sun.
Bill Cannon’s house had unbroken command of this view. It fronted on it in irregular, massive majesty45, with something in its commanding bulkiness that reminded one of its owner. It was of that epoch46 when men built their dwellings47 of wood; and numerous bay-windows and a sweep of marble steps flanked by sleeping stone lions were considered indispensable adjuncts to the home of the rich man who knew how to do things correctly. Round it spread a green carpet of lawns, close-cropped and even as velvet48, and against its lower story deep borders of geraniums were banked in slopes of graduated scarlet49 and crimson50. The general impression left by it was that of a splendor51 that would have been ostentatious and vulgar had not the studied elegance52 of the grounds and the outflung glories of sea, sky and hills imparted to it some of their own distinction and dignity.
On the day following their departure from Antelope53, Cannon and his daughter reached home at nightfall. The obsequiously-welcoming butler—an importation from the East that the Bonanza King confided54 to Rose he found it difficult to refrain from kicking—acquainted them with the fact that “Mr. Gene had been up from San Luis Obispo” for two days, waiting for their arrival. Even as he spoke55 a masculine voice uttered a hail from the floor above and a man’s figure appeared on the stairway and ran quickly down. Cannon gave a careless look upward.
“Ah there, Gene,” he observed, turning to the servant who was helping56 him off with his coat. “Come up to town for a spell?”
The young man did not seem to notice anything especially ungracious in the greeting or probably was used to it.
“Yes, just up for a look around and to see how you and Rosey were. Got snowed in, didn’t you?” he said, looking at his sister.
She kissed him affectionately and drew him to the light where she subjected him to a sharp, exploring scrutiny57. Evidently the survey was satisfactory, for she gave him a little slap on the shoulder and said,
“Good boy, Gene, San Luis is agreeing with you. Yes, we were snowed in for nearly three weeks. Papa’s been half crazy. And you’ve been in town two days, Prescott says. It must have been dull here all alone.”
“Oh, I haven’t been dull. I’ve been going round seeing the boys and”—his sister’s sudden, uneasy look checked him and he answered it with quick reassurance58 of glance and tone. “Everything strictly59 temperance. Don’t you get uneasy. I’ve lived up to my promises. The ranch60 is mine all right, father.”
He had a high, rather throaty voice, which, without seeing his face, would have suggested weakness and lack of purpose. Now as he looked at his father with a slight and somewhat foolish air of triumph, the old man responded to his remark with a sound which resembled a grunt61 of scornful incredulity.
“Really, Gene,” said his sister, her manner of fond gratification in marked contrast to her father’s roughness, “that’s the best news I’ve heard for a year. It’s worth being snowed up to hear that when you come out. Of course you’ll get the ranch. I always knew you would. I always knew you could pull up and be as straight as anybody if you tried.”
The old man, who had been kicking off his rubbers, here raised his head with a bull-like movement, and suddenly roared at the retreating butler who was vanishing toward the dining-room.
“My cigars. Where in hell are they? Why doesn’t somebody attend here?”
The servant, with a start of alarm and a murmured excuse, disappeared for a moment, to reappear, hurrying breathlessly with a box of cigars. Cannon selected one and turned to the stairway.
“I thought a week, perhaps two,” answered the young man. “A feller gets darned lonely, down there in the country.”
There was something apologetic, almost pleading in his words and way of speech. He looked after his father’s receding63 figure as if quite oblivious64 to the rudeness of the large, retiring back and the manner of careless scorn.
“Make it three,” said the Bonanza King, turning his head slightly and throwing the sentence over his shoulder.
Gene Cannon was now twenty-nine years of age and had drunk since his eighteenth year. His mother had died in ignorance of his vice65. When his father discovered it, it simply augmented66 the old man’s impatience67 against the feeble youth who would carry on his name and be one of the inheritors of his fortune. Bill Cannon had never cared much for his only son. He had early seen the stuff of which the boy was made. “Doesn’t amount to a hill of beans,” he would say, throwing the words at his wife over the bitten end of his cigar. He could have forgiven the drinking, as he could other vices68, if Gene had had some of his own force, some of that driving power which had carried him triumphant69 over friend and foe70. But the boy had no initiative, no brains, no energy. “How did I ever come to have such a son?” he queried71 sometimes in an access of disgust in which the surprise was stronger than the disgust. The question possessed72 a sort of scientific interest for him which was deeper than the personal and over which the disappointed magnate would ponder.
As Gene grew older and his intemperance73 assumed more serious proportions, the father’s scorn grew more open and was augmented by a sort of exasperated74 dislike. The Bonanza King had no patience with those who failed from ill-health or the persistent75 persecutions of bad luck. His contention76 was that they should not have been ill, and they should have conquered their bad luck. He had no excuses for those who were beaten back against the wall—only death should be able to do that. But when it came to a useless, hampering77 vice, a weakness that in itself was harmless enough, but that was allowed to gain paralyzing proportions, his original contempt was intensified78 into a fierce intolerance which would have been terrifying if it had not been tempered with an indifferent disdain80.
Rose’s attitude toward her brother was a source of secret wonder to him. She loved the feeble youth; a tie of the deepest affection existed between them, upon which Gene’s intemperance seemed to have no effect. The Bonanza King had always admitted that the ways of the gentler sex were beyond his comprehension, but that the two women he had known best—his wife and his daughter—should have lavished81 the tenderest love upon an intemperate82, incompetent83, useless weakling was to him one of the fathomless84 mysteries of life.
It was Rose’s suggestion that Gene should be withdrawn from temptation by sending him to the country. As the only son of Bill Cannon he was the object of a variety of attentions and allurements85 in the city to which a stronger-willed man might have succumbed86. The father readily agreed to the plan. He could graciously subscribe87 to all Rose said, as the removal of Gene’s amiable88 visage and uninspired conversation would not cause him any particular distress89 or sense of loss.
But when Rose unfolded the whole of her scheme he was not so enthusiastically in accord with her. It was that Gene should be put on his father’s ranch—the historic Rancho of the Santa Trinidad near San Luis Obispo—as manager, that all responsibility should be placed in his hands, and that if, during one year’s probation90, he should remain sober and maintain a record of quiet conduct and general good behavior, the ranch should be turned over to him as his own property, to be developed on such lines as he thought best.
The Rancho of the Santa Trinidad was one of the finest pieces of agricultural property in California. The Bonanza King visited it once a year, and at intervals91 received crates92 of fruit and spring chickens raised upon it. This was about all he got out of it, but when he heard Rose calmly arranging to have it become Gene’s property, he felt like a man who suddenly finds himself being robbed. He had difficulty in restraining a roar of refusal. Had it been any one but Rose he would not have restrained it.
Of course he gave way to her, as he always did. He even gave way gracefully93 with an effect of a generosity94 too large to bother over trifles, not because he felt it but because he did not want Rose to guess how it “went against him.” Under the genial95 blandness96 of his demeanor97 he reconciled himself to the situation by the thought that Gene would certainly never keep sober for a year, and that there was therefore no fear of the richest piece of ranch land in the state passing into the hands of that dull and incapable98 young man.
The year was nearly up now. It had but three months to run and Gene’s record had been exemplary. He had come to the city only twice, when his father noticed with a jealously-watchful eye that he had been resolutely99 abstemious100 in the matter of liquor and that his interest in the great property he managed had been the strongest he had so far evinced in anything. The thought that Gene might possibly live up to his side of the bargain and win the ranch caused the old man to experience that feeling of blank chagrin101 which is the state of mind of the unexpectedly swindled. He felt like a king who has been daringly and successfully robbed by a slave.
At dinner that evening Gene was very talkative. He told of his life on the ranch, of its methodical monotony, of its seclusion102, for he saw little of his neighbors and seldom went in to the town. Rose listened with eager interest, and the old man with a sulky, glowering103 attention. At intervals he shot a piercing look at his boy, eying him sidewise with a cogitating104 intentness of observation. His remarks were few, but Gene was so loquacious105 that there was little opportunity for another voice to be heard. He prattled106 on like a happy child, recounting the minutest details of his life after the fashion of those who live much alone.
In the light of the crystal lamp that spread a ruffled107 shade of yellow silk over the center of the table, he was seen to be quite unlike his father or sister. His jet-black hair and uniformly pale skin resembled his mother’s, but his face in its full, rounded contours, slightly turned-up nose, and eyebrows108 as thick as strips of fur, had a heaviness hers had lacked. Some people thought him good-looking, and there was a sort of unusual, Latin picturesqueness110 in the combination of his curly black hair, which he wore rising up in a bulwark111 of waves from his forehead, his white skin, and the small, dark mustache, delicate as an eyebrow109, that shaded his upper lip. It was one of his father’s grievances112 against him that he would have made a pretty girl, and that his soft, affectionate character would have been quite charming in a woman. Now, listening to him, it seemed to the older man as if it were just the kind of talk one might expect from Gene. The father had difficulty in suppressing a snort of derision when he heard the young man recounting to Rose his troubles with his Chinese cook.
Before dinner was over Gene excused himself on the plea that he was going to the theater.
“I’m such a hayseed now,” he said as he rose, “that I don’t want to miss a thing. Haven’t seen a play for six months and I’m just crazy to see anything, Monte Cristo, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, East Lynne. I’m not proud, anything’ll suit me.”
“Don’t you ever go into San Luis?” growled113 his father sulkily. “They have plays there sometimes, I suppose.”
“Oh yes, but I’m keeping out of harm’s way. The boys in San Luis don’t know how it is with me. They don’t understand and I’m not going to put myself in the way of temptation. You know, father, I want that ranch.”
He turned a laughing glance on his father; and the old man, with a sheepishly-discomfited expression, grunted114 an unintelligible115 reply and bent116 over his plate.
He did not raise his head till Gene had left the room, when, looking up, he leaned back in his chair and said with a plaintive117 sigh,
“What a damned fool that boy is!”
Rose was up in arms at once.
“Why, papa, how can you say that! Especially when you see how he’s improved. It’s wonderful. He’s another man. You can tell in a minute he’s not been drinking, he takes such an interest in everything and is so full of work and plans.”
“Is he?” said her father dryly. “Maybe so, but that don’t prevent him from being a damned fool.”
“You’re unjust to Gene. Why do you think he’s a fool?”
“Just because he happens to be one. You might as well ask me why I think the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. That’s what it does, and when I say it does, I’m not criticizing or complaining, I’m only stating the plain facts.”
“You’re queer cattle, you women. I suppose a feller could live in the world a hundred years and not understand you. There’s Delia Ryan, for example, the brainiest woman I know, could give most men cards and spades and beat ’em hands down. Last night at Rocky Bar they were telling me that she’s written to the operator there and told him she’ll get him a position here in the Atlantic and Pacific Cable Company, in which she’s a large stock-holder, that’ll double his salary and give him a chance he’d never have got in this world. She wants to pay off a mortgage on a ranch Perley has in the Sacramento Valley and she’s sent Mrs. Perley a check for five hundred dollars. She’s offered Willoughby a first-rate job on the Red Calumet group of mines near Sonora in which Con had a controlling interest, and she’s written to the doctor to come down and become one of the house physicians of the St. Filomena Hospital, which she practically runs. She’s ready to do all this because of what they did for Dominick, and yet she, his own mother, won’t give the boy a cent and keeps him on starvation wages, just because she wants to spite his wife.”
He looked at his daughter across the table with narrowed eyes. “What have you got to say for yourself after that, young woman?” he demanded.
Rose had evidently nothing to say. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head by way of reply. Her face, in the flood of lamplight, looked pale and tired. She was evidently distrait118 and depressed119; a very different-looking Rose from the girl he had taken away with him four weeks earlier. He regarded her for an anxiously-contemplative moment and then said,
“What’s the matter? Seems to me you look sort’er peaked.”
“I?” she queried with a surprised start. “Why, I’m quite well.”
“Well’s you were before you went up to the mines?”
A color came into her cheeks and she lowered her eyes:
“I’m a little tired, I think, and that always makes me look pale. It was a hard sort of trip, all those hours in the sleigh, and that hotel at Rocky Bar was a dreadful place. I couldn’t sleep. There was a cow somewhere near—it sounded as if it were in the next room—and the roosters all began to crow in the middle of the night. I’ll be all right to-morrow.”
Her father drew his coffee-cup toward him and dropped in a lump of sugar. No word had passed between him and his daughter as to the scene he had witnessed two days before in the parlor120 of Perley’s Hotel. She was ignorant of the fact that he had seen it and he intended that she should remain ignorant of it. But the next morning he had had an interview with Dominick Ryan, in which the young man, confronted with angry questions and goaded121 past reserve by shame and pain, had confessed the misery122 of his marriage and the love that in an unguarded moment had slipped beyond his control.
Cannon had said little to him. Beyond telling him that he must not see Miss Cannon again, his comments on Dominick’s confessions123 had been brief and non-committal. It was not his business to preach to Delia Ryan’s boy, and a large experience of men had given him a practically limitless tolerance79 of any and all lapses124 of which the human animal is capable. They only concerned him as they bore on his own affairs. In this particular case they did bear on his affairs, closely and importantly, on the affair of all others dearest and nearest to him—the happiness of his daughter. He knew that in this three weeks of imprisonment125 she had come to feel for Dominick Ryan a sentiment she had never before felt for any man. He had seen her in the young man’s arms, and, knowing Rose as he knew her, that was enough.
Driving down from Antelope in the sleigh he thought about it hard, harder than he had ever before in his life thought of any sentimental126 complication. He was enraged—coldly and grimly enraged—that his girl should have stumbled into such a pitfall127. But it was not his habit to waste time and force in the indulgence of profitless anger. The thing had happened. Rose, who had been courted many times and never warmed to more than pity for her unsuccessful suitors, had suddenly, by a fateful, unpremeditated chance, met her mate—the man she loved. And the most maddening part of it was that he was the man of all others her father would have chosen for her had such a choice been possible.
He bit on his cigar, turning it over between his teeth, and looked sidewise at her as she sat silent in the sleigh beside him. She was unquestionably pale, pale and listless, her body wrapped in enveloping128 furs, sunk in an attitude of weariness, her eyes full of dejected reverie. Even to his blindly-groping, masculine perceptions her distrait looks, her dispirited silence, told of melancholy129 preoccupation. She was not happy—his Rose, who, if she had wanted it and he could have bought, begged or stolen it, would have had the moon.
To-night, in her white dress, the mellow130 radiance of the lamp throwing out her figure against the shadowy richness of the dining-room walls, she bore the same appearance of despondency. Her luster131 was dimmed, her delicate skin had lost its dazzling, separated bloom of pink and white, her glance was absent and unresponsive. Never, since the death of her mother, now ten years back, had he seen her when it was so obvious that she harbored an inner, unexpressed sense of trouble.
“I guess the city’s the best place for you,” he said. “Roughing it don’t seem to suit you if cows and chickens keep you awake all night. I’ve seen the time when the hotel at Rocky Bar would have been considered the top notch132 of luxury. I wish you could see the places your mother lived in when I first took her up there. You’re a spoiled girl, Rose Cannon.”
“Who spoiled me, I wonder?” she said, looking at him with a gleam of humor in her eyes.
“We’re not calling names to-night,” he answered, “anyway, not since Gene’s gone. All my desire to throw things and be ugly vanishes when that boy gets out. So the noises at Rocky Bar kept you awake?”
“Yes, and I was wakeful, anyway.”
She looked down at her cup, stirring her coffee. He thought she appeared conscious and said,
“What made you wakeful, guilty conscience?”
“Guilty conscience!” she repeated in a tone that was full of indignant surprise. “Why should I have a guilty conscience?”
“Lord knows! Don’t fire off these conundrums133 at me. I don’t know all your secrets, honey.”
She did not answer. He glanced furtively134 at her and saw that her face had flushed. He took a cigar from the box the butler had set at his elbow and bit off the end:
“How should I know the secrets of a young lady like you? A long time ago, perhaps, I used to, after your mother died and you were my little Rosey, fourteen years old. Lord, how cunning you were then! Just beginning to lengthen135 out, a little woman and a little girl, both in one. You didn’t have secrets in those days or wakeful nights either.”
He applied136 a match to the end of the cigar and drew at it, his ears strained for his daughter’s reply. She again made none and he shot a quick glance at her. She was still stirring her coffee, her eyebrows drawn16 together, her eyes on the swirl137 of brown in the cup. He settled himself in his chair, a bulky figure, his clothes ribbed with creases138, his head low between his shoulders, and a reek139 of cigar smoke issuing from his lips.
“How’d you like it up there, anyway?”
“Up where?”
“Up at Antelope. It was a sort of strange, new experience for you.”
“Oh, I liked it so much—I loved part of it. I liked the people much better than the people down here, Mrs. Perley, and Cora, and Perley, and Willoughby—did you ever know a nicer man than Willoughby?—and Judge Washburne. He was a real gentleman, not only in his manners but down in his heart. And even Perley’s boy, he was so natural and awkward and honest. I felt different from what I do here, more myself, less as if outside things were influencing me to do things I didn’t always like to do or mean to do. I felt as if I were doing just what I ought to do—it’s hard to express it—as if I were being true.”
“Oh,” said her father with a falling inflection which had a sound of significant comprehension.
“Do you know what I mean?” she asked.
“I can make a sort of guess at it.”
[166]“How’d you like Dominick Ryan? You haven’t said anything about him.”
Her voice, in answering, sounded low and careful. She spoke slowly, as if considering her words:
“I thought he was very nice, and good-looking, too. He’s not a bit like Cornelia Ryan, or his mother, either. Cornelia has such red hair.”
“No, looks like the old man. Good deal like him in character, too. Con Ryan was the best feller in the world, but not hard enough, not enough grit141. His wife had it though, had enough for both. If it hadn’t been for her, Con would never have amounted to anything—too soft and good-natured, and the boy’s like him.”
“How?” She raised her head and looked directly at him, her lips slightly parted.
“Soft, too, just the same way, soft-hearted. An easy mark for any one with a hard-luck story and not too many scruples142. Why did he marry that woman? I don’t know anything about it, but I’d like to bet she saw the stuff he was made of and cried and teased and nagged143 till she got him to do it.”
“I don’t see that he could have done anything else.”
“That’s a woman’s—a young girl’s view. That’s the view Dominick himself probably took. It’s the sort of idea you might expect him to have, something ornamental144 and impractical145, that’s all right to keep in the cupboard and take out and dust, but that don’t do for every-day use. That sort of thing is all very well for a girl, but it doesn’t do for a man. It’s not for this world and our times. Maybe it was all right when a feller went round in armor, fighting for unknown damsels, but it won’t go in California to-day. The woman was a working woman, she wasn’t any green girl. She earned her living in an office full of men, and I guess there wasn’t much she didn’t know. She saw through Dominick and gathered him in. It’s all very well to be chivalrous146, but you don’t want to be a confounded fool.”
“Are you a ‘confounded fool’ when you’re doing what you think right?”
“It depends on what you think right, honey. If it’s going to break up your life, cut you off from your kind, make an outcast of you from your own folks, and a poverty-stricken outcast at that, you’re a confounded fool to think it’s right. You oughtn’t to let yourself think so. That kind of a moral attitude is a luxury. Women can cultivate it because they don’t have to get out in the world and fight. They keep indoors and get taken care of, and the queer ideas they have don’t hurt anybody. But men——”
He stopped, realizing that perhaps he was talking too frankly147. He had long known that Rose harbored these Utopian theories on duty and honor, which he thought very nice and pretty for her and which went gracefully with her character as a sheltered, cherished, and unworldly maiden148. It was his desire to see what effect the conversation was having on her that made him deal so unceremoniously with ideals of conduct which were all very well for Bill Cannon’s daughter but were ruinous for Dominick Ryan.
“If you live in the world you’ve got to cut your cloth by its measure,” he continued. “Look at that poor devil, tied to a woman that’s not going to let him go if she can help it, that he doesn’t care for——”
“How do you know he doesn’t care for her?” The interruption came in a tone of startled surprise and Rose stared at him, her eyes wide with it.
For a moment the old man was at a loss. He would have told any lie rather than have let her guess his knowledge of the situation and the information given him by Dominick. He realized that his zeal149 had made him imprudently garrulous150, and, gazing at her with a slightly stupid expression, said in a slow tone of self-justification,
“Well, that’s my idea. I guessed it. I’ve heard one thing and another here and there and I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s no love lost between them. It’s the natural outcome of the situation, anyway.”
“Yes, perhaps,” she murmured. She placed her elbow on the table and pressed the tips of her fingers against her cheek. Her hand and arm, revealed by her loose lace sleeve, looked as if cut out of ivory.
“And then,” went on her father remorselessly, “the results of being a confounded fool don’t stop right there. That’s one of the worst things of allowing yourself the luxury of foolishness. They go on—roll right along like a wheel started on a down-hill grade. Some day that boy’ll meet the right woman—the one he really wants, the one that belongs to him. He’ll be able to stand it all right till then. And then he’ll realize just what he’s done and what he’s up against, and things may happen.”
The smoke wreaths were thick in front of his face, and peering through them he saw the young girl move her fingers from her cheek to her forehead, where she gently rubbed them up and down.
“Isn’t that about the size of it?” he queried, when she did not answer.
“It’ll be a pretty tough proposition and it’s bound to happen. A decent feller like that is just the man to fall in love. And he’d be good to a woman, he’d make her happy. He’s a good husband lost for some nice girl.”
Rose’s fingers ceased moving across her forehead. Her hand rested there, shading her eyes. For a moment the old man—his vision precipitated152 into the half-understood wretchedness of Dominick Ryan’s position—forgot her, and he said in a hushed voice of feeling,
“By God, I’m sorry for the poor boy!”
His daughter rose suddenly with a rustling153 of crushed silks. The sound brought him back in an instant and he leaned over the arm of his chair, his cigar in his left hand, his right waving the smoke wreaths from before his face. Rose’s hand, pressing her crumpled154 napkin on the table, shone pink in the lamplight, her shoulder gleamed white through its lace covering, but her face was averted155.
“Going up now?” he asked, leaning still farther over the chair-arm to see her beyond the lamp’s wide shade.
She appeared not to hear and moved toward the door.
“Going to bed already, Rosey?” he asked in a louder key.
“Yes, I’m tired,” her voice came a little hoarse156 and she did not look at him. At the doorway157 she stopped, her hand on the edge of the portière, and without turning, cleared her throat and said, “The cow and the chickens were too much for me. I’m too sleepy to talk any more. Good night, papa.”
“Good-night, Rosey,” he answered.
The portière fell softly behind her, and her footfall was lost in the thickness of the carpets. Though he had not seen her face, her father had an alarming, an almost terrifying idea, that his darling had left the table in tears.
He sat on for some time, stonily158 motionless, save for the movement of his lips as he puffed out clouds of smoke. The soft-footed servants, coming to clear the table, fled before his growled command to “get out and let him alone.” As he smoked he looked straight before him with fixed159, unwinking eyes, his face set in furrows160 of thought. At long intervals he stirred in his chair, ponderously161, like an inert162, heavy animal, and now and then he emitted a short sound, like a grunted comment on some thought, which, by its biting suddenness, seemed to force an ejaculation out of him.
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doorway
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