The Giant's Robe Part 42
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'Mark,' he began with a slight hesitation, and with his first words Mark knew that the question was coming which he dreaded more than anything; he had no notion how he should reply to it, beyond a general impression that he would have to lie, and lie hard.
'Mark,' said Holroyd again, 'I didn't like to worry you about it before, I thought perhaps you would speak of it first; but--but have you never heard anything more of that ambitious attempt of mine at a novel? You needn't mind telling me.'
'I--I _can't_ tell you,' Mark said, looking away out of the window.
'I don't expect anything good,' said Holroyd; 'I never thought--why should I be such a humbug! I _did_ think sometimes--more lately perhaps--that it wouldn't be an utter failure. I see I was wrong.
Well, if I was ambitious, it was rather for her than myself; and if she cares for me, what else matters to either of us? Tell me all about it.'
'You--you remember what happened to the first volume of the "French Revolution"?' began Mark.
'Go on,' said Holroyd.
'It--the book--_yours_, I mean,' said Mark (he could not remember the original t.i.tle), 'was burnt.'
'Where? at the office? Did they write and tell you so? had they read it?'
Mark felt he was among pitfalls.
'Not at the office,' he said; 'at my rooms--my old rooms.'
'It came back, then?'
'Yes, it came back. There--there was no letter with it; the girl at the lodgings found the ma.n.u.script lying about. She--she burnt it.'
The lies sprang in ready succession from his brain at the critical moment, without any other preparation than the emergency--as lies did with Mark Ashburn; till lately he had hoped that the truth might come, and he loathed himself now for this fresh piece of treachery, but it had saved him for the present, and he could not abandon it.
'I thought it would at least have been safe with you,' said Holroyd, 'if you--no, my dear fellow, I didn't mean to reproach you. I can see how cut up you are about it; and, after all, it--it was only a rejected ma.n.u.script--the girl only hastened its course a little.
Carlyle rewrote his work; but then I'm not Carlyle. We won't say anything any more about it, eh, old fellow? It's only one dream over.'
Mark was seized with a remorse which almost drove him to confess all and take the consequences; but Holroyd had sunk back to his position by the window again, and there was a fixed frown on his face which, although it only arose from painful thought, effectually deterred Mark from speaking. He felt now that everything depended on Caffyn. He sat looking furtively at the other now and then, and thinking what terrible reproaches those firm lips might utter; how differently the sad, kind eyes might regard him before long, and once more he longed for a railroad crash which would set him free from his tangled life.
The journey ended at last, and they drove to South Audley Street.
Vincent was very silent; in spite of his philosophical bearing, he felt the blow deeply. He had come back with ideas of a possible literary career before him, and it was hard to resign them all at once. It was rather late in the afternoon when they arrived, and Caffyn was there to receive them; he was delighted to welcome Holroyd, and his cordiality restored the other to cheerfulness; it is so pleasant to find that one is not forgotten--and so rare. When Vincent had gone upstairs to see his sleeping-room, Caffyn turned to Mark: there was a kind of grin on his face, and yet a certain admiration too.
'I got your telegram,' he said. 'So--so you've brought yourself to part with him after all?'
'I thought over what you said,' returned Mark, 'and--and he told me something which would make it very awkward and--and painful for him, and for myself too, if he remained.'
'You haven't told him anything, then, still?'
'Nothing,' said Mark.
'Then,' said Caffyn, 'I think I shall not be alone at Wast.w.a.ter after all, if you'll only let me manage.'
Was Mark at all surprised at the languid Harold Caffyn exerting himself in this way? If he was, he was too grateful for the phenomenon to care very much about seeking to explain it. Caffyn was a friend of his, he had divined that Holroyd's return was inconvenient: very likely he had known of Vincent's hopeless attachment for Mabel, and he was plainly anxious to get a companion at the Lakes; anyone of these was motive enough. Soon after, Holroyd joined them in the sitting-room. Caffyn, after more warm congratulations and eager questioning, broached the Wast.w.a.ter scheme. 'You may as well,' he concluded, 'London's beastly at this time of year. You're looking as if the voyage hadn't done you much good, too, and it will be grand on the mountains just now; come with me by the early train to-morrow, you've no packing to do. I'm sure we shall pull together all right.'
'I'm sure, of that,' said Vincent; 'and if I had nothing to keep me in town--but I've not seen the Langtons yet, you know. And, by-the-bye, you can tell me where I shall find them now. I suppose they have not moved?'
'Now I've got you!' laughed Caffyn; 'if the Langtons are the only obstacle, you can't go and see them, for the very good reason that they're away--abroad somewhere!'
'Are they all there?'
'Every one of 'em; even the father, I fancy, just now.'
'Do you know when they're likely to be back?'
'Haven't heard,' said Caffyn calmly; 'they must come back soon, you see, for the lovely Mabel's wedding.'
Mark held his breath as he listened; what was Caffyn going to say next? Vincent's face altered suddenly.
'Then Mabel--Miss Langton, is going to be married?' he asked in a curiously quiet tone.
'Rather,' said Caffyn; 'brilliant match in its way, I understand. Not much money on his side, but one of the coming literary fellows, and all that kind of thing, you know; just the man for that sort of girl.
Didn't you know about it?'
'No,' said Holroyd uneasily; he was standing with his elbow on the mantelpiece, with his face turned from the other two; 'I didn't know--what is his name?'
'Upon my soul I forget--heard it somewhere.--Ashburn, you don't happen to know it, do you?'
'I!' cried Mark, shrinking; 'no, I--I haven't heard.'
'Well,' continued Caffyn, 'it isn't of much consequence, is it? I shall hit upon it soon, I dare say. They say she's deucedly fond of him, though. Can't fancy disdainful Miss Mabel condescending to be deucedly fond of any one--but so they tell me. And I say, Holroyd, to come back to the point, is there any reason why you should stay in town?'
'None,' said Holroyd, with pain ringing in his voice, 'none in the world why I should stay anywhere now.'
'Well, won't you come with me? I start the first thing to-morrow--it will do you good.'
'It's kind of you to ask,' said Vincent, 'but I can't desert Ashburn in that way after he took the trouble to come down and meet me; we've not seen one another for so long,--have we, Mark?'
Caffyn smiled in spite of himself. 'Why, didn't he tell you?' he said; 'he's arranged to go abroad himself in a day or two.'
Vincent glanced round at Mark, who stood there the personification of embarra.s.sment and shame. 'I see,' he said, with a change in his voice, 'I shall only be in the way here, then.' Mark said nothing--he could not. 'Well, Caffyn, I'll come with you; the Lakes will do as well as any other place for the short time I shall be in England.'
'Then you haven't come home for good?' inquired Caffyn.
'For good? no--not exactly,' he replied bitterly; 'plantation life has unsettled me, you see. I shall have to go back to it.'
'To Ceylon!' cried Mark, with hopes that had grown quite suddenly. Was it, could it be possible that the threatened storm was going to pa.s.s away--not for a time, but altogether?
'Anywhere,' said Holroyd! 'what does it matter?'
'There's a man I know,' observed Caffyn, 'who's going out to a coffee estate somewhere in Southern India, the Annamalli Hills, I think he said; he was wanting some one with a little experience to go out with him the other day. He's a rattling good fellow too--Gilroy, his name is. I don't know if you'd care to meet him. You might think it good enough to join him, at all events for a trial.'
'Yes,' said Holroyd, listlessly, 'I may as well see him.'
'Well,' said Caffyn, 'he's at Liverpool just now, I believe. I can write to him and tell him about you, and ask him to come over and meet us somewhere, and then you could settle all about it, you know, if you liked the look of him.'
'It's very good of you to take all this trouble,' said Vincent gratefully.
'Bos.h.!.+' said Caffyn, using that modern form for polite repudiation of grat.i.tude--'no trouble at all; looks rather as if I wanted to get rid of you, don't you know--Gilroy's going out so very soon.'
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