The Giant's Robe Part 44
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Caffyn came up with a Bradshaw in his hand. 'Had a hunt after it, I can tell you,' he said; 'and then your old landlady and I had a little chat--I couldn't get away from her. Aren't you fellows ready for some dinner?' And the relief with which Mark had seen the carriage roll away below had really given him something of an appet.i.te.
Before dinner, however, Mark took Caffyn up into his bedroom under the pretence of was.h.i.+ng his hands, but with the real object of preventing a hideous possibility which--for his fears quickened his foresight--had just occurred to him. 'If you don't mind,' he began awkwardly, 'I--I'd rather you didn't mention that I had written--I mean, that you didn't say anything about "Illusion," you know.'
Caffyn's face remained unchanged. 'Certainly, if you wish it,' he said; 'but why? Is this more of your modesty?'
'No,' said Mark, weakly, 'no; not exactly modesty; but, the fact is, I find that Holroyd has been going in for the same sort of thing himself, and--and not successfully; and so I shouldn't like to----'
'Quite so,' agreed Caffyn. 'Now, really, that's very nice and considerate of you to think of that, Ashburn. I like to see that sort of thing in a fellow, you know; shows he isn't spoilt by success!
Well, you can rely on me--I won't breathe a word to suggest your being in any way connected with pen and ink.'
'Thanks,' said Mark, gratefully; 'I know you won't,' and they went down.
Mark could not but feel degraded in his own eyes by all this hypocrisy; but it was so necessary, and was answering its purpose so well, that his mental suffering was less than might have been expected.
At dinner he felt himself able, now that his fears were removed, to encourage conversation, and drew from Holroyd particulars of his Ceylon life, which supplied them with topics for that evening, and prevented the meal from becoming absolutely dull, even though it was at no time remarkable for festivity.
'I tell you what I can't quite understand,' said Caffyn on one occasion. 'Why did you let us all go on believing that you were drowned on the "Mangalore" when a letter or two would have put it all right?'
'I did write one letter home,' said Holroyd, with a faint red tingeing his brown cheeks. 'I might have written to Mark, I know; but I waited to hear from him first, and then one thing after another prevented me.
It was only when I sent down to Colombo, months afterwards, for my heavy baggage, that I heard what had happened to the s.h.i.+p.'
'Well,' observed Caffyn, 'you might have written then.'
'I know that,' said Holroyd: 'the fact is, though, that I never thought it possible, after going off the s.h.i.+p, as I did at Bombay, that I could be reported amongst the missing. As soon as I discovered that that was so, I wrote. No doubt I ought to have written before; still, when you have a large estate on your hands, and you feel your health gradually going, and failure coming closer and closer, you don't feel a strong inclination for correspondence.'
He fell back into a moody silence again. Perhaps, after all, his silence had arisen from other causes still; perhaps, as his health declined, he had come to find a morbid satisfaction in the idea that he was alone--forgotten by those he cared for--until his very isolation had become dear to him. He had been a fool--he knew that now--his two friends had mourned him sincerely, and would have been overjoyed to hear that he was alive. He had wronged them--what if he had wronged Mabel too? Another had won her, but had not his own false delicacy and perverted pride caused him to miss the happiness he hungered for? 'At all events,' he thought, 'I won't whine about it.
Before I go out again I will know the worst. If the other man is a good fellow, and will make her happy, I can bear it.' But deep down in his heart a spark of hope glimmered still.
'Well, I must be going,' said Caffyn, breaking in on his reverie.
'I've got to pack before I go to bed. Look here, Vincent' (and he consulted the Bradshaw as he spoke), 'there's a train at ten in the morning, from Euston; gets in to Drigg late at night; we can sleep there, and drive over to Wast.w.a.ter next day. Will that do you?'
'It's rather sudden,' said Holroyd, hesitating.
'Oh, come, old fellow, you're not going to back out of it now. I've stayed over a day on the chance of bringing you; you promised to come just now; there's nothing to keep you, and I've set my heart on having you.'
'Then I'll come,' said Holroyd. 'We'll meet on the platform to-morrow.'
Mark breathed more freely again. He accompanied Caffyn down to the front door, and then, as they stood for a moment in the little pa.s.sage dimly lighted by a feeble kerosene lamp on a bracket, each looked at the other strangely.
'Well,' said Caffyn, with a light laugh, 'I hope you are satisfied: he'll be well out of the way for at least a fortnight, and, if this Gilroy business comes off, he may be taken off your hands altogether before you come back.'
'I know,' said Mark, 'you've been awfully kind about it; the--the only thing I can't understand is, _why_ you're taking all this trouble.'
For this was beginning to exercise his mind at last.
'Oh,' said Caffyn, 'is _that_ it? Well, I don't mind telling you--I like you, my boy, and if anything I can do will save you a little worry and give me a companion in my loneliness into the bargain (mind, I don't say that hasn't something to do with it), why, I'm delighted to do it. But if you'd rather see some more of him before he goes out again, there's no hurry. Gilroy will wait, and I won't say any more about it.'
'It--it seems a good opening,' said Mark hastily, not without shame at himself; 'perhaps the sooner it is arranged the better, don't you think?'
Caffyn laughed again. 'You old humbug!' he said. 'Why don't you tell the truth? You've found out he's a defeated rival, and you don't care about having him sitting sighing on the door-step of that little house in--where is it?--on Campden Hill! Well, don't be alarmed; I think he'll go, and I promise you I won't try to prevent him if he's keen on it.'
He laughed aloud once or twice as he walked home. Mark's tender solicitude for his friend's future tickled his sense of humour. 'And the funniest thing about it is,' he thought, 'that I'm going to help the humbug!'
Mark was up early the next morning, and hurried Holroyd over his breakfast as much as he dared. He had a ghastly fear of missing the train, in consequence of which they arrived at Euston at least half an hour before the time of starting. Caffyn was not on the platform, and Mark began to dread his being too late. 'And then,' he thought with a shudder, 'I shall have him on my hands for another whole day. Another day of this would drive me mad! And I _must_ see Mabel this morning.'
The luggage had been duly labelled, and there was nothing to do but to wander up and down the platform, Mark feeling oppressed by a sinking premonition of disaster whenever he loosed his hold of Holroyd's arm for a moment. He was waiting while the latter bought a paper at the bookstall, when suddenly he felt himself slapped heavily on the back by some one behind him, and heard a voice at whose well-known accents he very nearly fell down with horror. It was his terrible uncle!
''Ullo, you know, this won't do, young fellow; what's all this?' he began, too evidently bursting with the badinage which every Bened.i.c.k must endure. 'Why, you ain't going for your honeymoon before the wedding?--that's suspicious-lookin', that is!'
'No, no, it's all right,' said Mark, trembling; 'how do you do, uncle?
I--I'd rather you didn't talk about--about that here--not quite so loud!'
'Well, I don't know what there is in that to be ashamed of,' said his uncle; 'and if I mayn't be allowed to talk about a wedding--which but for me, mind yer, would a' been long enough in coming about--p'raps you'll tell me who is; and, as to talking loud, I'm not aware that I'm any louder than usual. What are you looking like that for? Hang me if I don't think there's something in this I ought to see to!' he broke out, with a sudden change of face, as his shrewd little eyes fell on Holroyd's rug, which Mark was carrying for the moment. 'Mark, for all your cleverness, you're a slippery feller--I always felt that about you. You're up to something now--you're meaning to play a trick on one that trusts you, and I won't have it--do you hear me?--I tell you I won't have it!'
'What do you mean?' faltered Mark. For the instant he thought himself detected, and did not pause to think how improbable this was.
'_You_ know what I mean. I'm not going to stand by and see you ruin yourself. You shan't set a foot in the train if I have to knock you down and set on you myself! If' (and his voice shook here)--'if you've got into any mess--and it's money--I'll clear you this time, whatever it costs me, but you shan't run away from that dear girl that you're promised to--I'm d----d if you do!'
Mark laughed naturally and easily enough.
'Did you think I was going to run away then--from _Mabel_?'
'You tell me what you're doing 'ere at this time o' day, then,' said his uncle, only partially rea.s.sured. 'What's that you're carrying?'
'This? My friend's rug. I'm seeing a friend off--that's all. If you do not believe me, I'll show you the friend.' As he looked back at the bookstall he saw something which stiffened him once more with helpless horror: the man at the stall was trying to persuade Holroyd to buy a book for the journey--he was just dusting one now, a volume in a greenish cover with bold crimson lettering, before recommending it; and the book was a copy of the latest edition of 'Illusion,' the edition which bore Mark's name on the t.i.tle-page! In his despair Mark did the very last thing he would otherwise have done--he rushed up to Holroyd and caught his arm. 'I say, old fellow, don't let them talk you into buying any of that rubbish. Look here, I--I want to introduce you to my uncle!'
'I wasn't asking the gentleman to buy no rubbish,' said the man at the bookstall, resenting the imputation. 'This is a book which is 'aving a large sale just now: we've sold as many as'--but here Mark succeeded in getting Vincent away and bringing him up to Mr. Lightowler.
'How are you, sir?' began that gentleman, with a touch of condescension in his manner. 'So it's only you that's goin' off? Well, that's a relief to my mind, I can tell yer; for when I saw Mark 'ere with that rug, I somehow got it into my mind that _he_ was goin' to make a run for it. And there 'ud be a pretty thing for all parties--hey?'
'Your nephew very kindly came to see me off, that's all,' said Holroyd.
'Oh,' said Uncle Solomon, with a tolerant wave of his hand, 'I don't object to that, yer know, I've no objections to that--not that I don't think (between ourselves, mind yer) that he mightn't p'raps he better employed just now;' and here, to Mark's horror, he winked with much humorous suggestiveness at both of them.
'That is very likely,' said Holroyd.
'What I mean by saying he might be "better employed,"' continued Uncle Solomon, 'is that when----'
'Yes, yes, uncle,' Mark hastened to interpose, 'but on special occasions like these one can leave one's duties for a while.'
'Now there I think you make your mistake--you make too sure, Mark. I tell you (and I think your friend 'ere will bear me out in this) that, in your situation, it don't _do_ to go leaving 'em in the lurch too often--it don't _do_!' Mark could stand no more of this.
'A _lurch_ now,' he said--'what an odd expression that is! Do you know, I've often tried to picture to myself what kind of a thing a lurch may be. I always fancy it must be a sort of a deep hole. Have _you_ any idea, Vincent?' Mark would have been too thankful to have been able to drop his uncle down a lurch of that description occasionally, particularly when he chose, as he did on this occasion, to take offence at his nephew's levity.
'Lurch is a good old English word, let me tell yer, Mr. Schoolmaster that was,' he broke in; 'and if I'd done as many a man in my position would, and left _you_ in the lurch a few months ago, where would you ha' been?--that's what I'd like to know! For I must tell yer, Mr.
Holroyd, that that feller came to me with a precious long face, and says he, "Uncle," he says, "I want you to----"'
Mark felt that in another moment the whole story of his uncle's intervention at Kensington Park Gardens would burst upon Holroyd with the force of a revelation, and he was at the end of his resources.
_Where_ was Caffyn all this time? How could he be so careless as to be late?
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