Denry the Audacious Part 38

The Captain seemed to pause a moment.

"Yes," said he. "A trifling accident. I was ski-ing with the Countess.

That is, I was ski-ing and she was in her sleigh."

"Then this is why you did n't turn up at the dance?"

"Yes," said the Captain.

"Well," said Denry. "I hope it's not serious. I can tell you one thing, the cotillon was a most fearful frost without you." The Captain seemed grateful.

They strolled together towards the track.

The first group of people that caught sight of the Captain with his checked legs and his arm in a sling began to smile. Observing this smile, and fancying himself deceived, the Captain attempted to put his eyegla.s.s into his left eye with his right hand, and regularly failed.

His efforts towards this feat changed the smiles to enormous laughter.

"I dare say it's awfully funny," said he. "But what can a fellow do with one arm in a sling?"

The laughter was merely intensified. And the group, growing as luge after luge arrived at the end of the track, seemed to give itself up to mirth, to the exclusion of even a proper curiosity about the nature of the Captain's damage. Each fresh attempt to put the eyegla.s.s to his eye was coal on the crackling fire. The Clutterbucks alone seemed glum.

"What on earth is the joke?" Denry asked primly. "Captain Deverax came to grief late yesterday afternoon, ski-ing with the Countess Ruhl.

That's why he did n't turn up last night. By the way, where was it, Captain?"

"On the mountain, near Attalens," Deverax answered gloomily. "Happily there was a farmhouse near-it was almost dark."

"With the Countess?" demanded a young impulsive schoolgirl.

"You did say the Countess, didn't you?" Denry asked.

"Why, certainly," said the Captain testily.

"Well," said the schoolgirl with the nonchalant thoughtless cruelty of youth, "considering that we all saw the Countess off in the funicular at three o'clock I don't see how you could have been ski-ing with her when it was nearly dark." And the child turned up the hill with her luge, leaving her elders to unknot the situation.

"Oh, yes!" said Denry. "I forgot to tell you that the Countess left yesterday after lunch."

At the same moment the page-boy, reappearing, touched his cap and placed a note in the Captain's only free hand.

"Could n't deliver it, Sir. The Comtesse left early yesterday afternoon."

Convicted of imaginary adventure with n.o.ble ladies, the Captain made his retreat, muttering, back to the hotel. At lunch Denry related the exact circ.u.mstances to a delighted table, and the exact circ.u.mstances soon reached the Clutterbuck faction at the Metropole. On the following day the Clutterbuck faction and Captain Deverax (now fully enlightened) left Mont Pridoux for some paradise unknown. If murderous thoughts could kill, Denry would have lain dead. But he survived to go with about half the Beau-Site guests to the funicular station to wish the Clutterbucks a pleasant journey. The Captain might have challenged him to a duel, but a haughty and icy ceremoniousness was deemed the best treatment for Denry. "Never show a wound" must have been the Captain's motto.

The Beau-Site had scored effectively. And, now that its rival had lost eleven clients by one single train, it beat the Metropole even in vulgar numbers.

Denry had an embryo of a conscience somewhere, and Nellie's was fully developed.

"Well," said Denry, in reply to Nellie's conscience, "it serves him right for making me look a fool over that Geneva business. And besides, I can't stand uppishness, and I won't. I 'm from the Five Towns, I am."

Upon which singular utterance the incident closed.

CHAPTER XII. THE SUPREME HONOUR

I

Denry was not as regular in his goings and comings as the generality of business men in the Five Towns; no doubt because he was not by nature a business man at all, but an adventurous spirit who happened to be in a business which was much too good to leave. He was continually, as they say there, "up to something" that caused changes in daily habits.

Moreover, the Universal Thrift Club (Limited) was so automatic and self-winding that Denry ran no risks in leaving it often to the care of his highly-drilled staff. Still, he did usually come home to his tea about six o'clock of an evening, like the rest, and like the rest he brought with him a copy of the _Signal_ to glance at during tea.

One afternoon in July he arrived thus upon his waiting wife at Machin House, Bleakridge. And she could see that an idea was fermenting in his head. Nellie understood him. One of the most delightful and rea.s.suring things about his married life was Nellie's instinctive comprehension of him. His mother understood him profoundly. But she understood him in a manner sardonic, slightly malicious, and even hostile. Whereas Nellie understood him with her absurd love. According to his mother's att.i.tude, Denry was guilty till he had proved himself innocent.

According to Nellie's, he was always right and always clever in what he did, until he himself said that he had been wrong and stupid-and not always then. Nevertheless, his mother was just as ridiculously proud of him as Nellie was; but she would have perished on the scaffold rather than admit that Denry differed in any detail from the common run of sons. Mrs. Machin had departed from Machin House, without waiting to be asked. It was characteristic of her that she had returned to Brougham Street and rented there an out-of-date cottage without a single one of the labour-saving contrivances that distinguished the residence which her son had originally built for her.

It was still delicious for Denry to sit down to tea in the dining-room, that miracle of conveniences, opposite the smile of his wife, which told him (_a_) that he was wonderful, (_b_) that she was enchanted to be alive, and (_c_) that he had deserved her particular caressing attentions and would receive them. On the afternoon in July the smile told him (_d_) that he was possessed by one of his ideas.

"Extraordinary how she tumbles to things!" he reflected.

Nellie's new fox-terrier had come in from the garden through the French window, and eaten part of a m.u.f.fin, and Denry had eaten a m.u.f.fin and a half, before Nellie, straightening herself proudly and putting her shoulders back (a gesture of hers), thought fit to murmur:

"Well, anything thrilling happened to-day?"

Denry opened the green sheet and read:

"Sudden death of Alderman Bloor in London. What price that?"

"Oh!" exclaimed Nellie. "How shocked father will be! They were always rather friendly. By the way, I had a letter from mother this morning.

It appears as if Toronto was a sort of paradise. But you can see the old thing prefers Bursley. Father 's had a boil on his neck, just at the edge of his collar. He says it's because he 's too well. What did Mr. Bloor die of?"

"He was in the fas.h.i.+on," said Denry.

"How?"

"Appendicitis, of course. Operation-domino! All over in three days."

"Poor man!" Nellie murmured, trying to feel sad for a change, and not succeeding. "And he was to have been mayor in November, was n't he?

How disappointing for him!"

"I expect he 's got something else to think about," said Denry.

After a pause Nellie asked suddenly:

"Who'll be mayor-now?"

"Well," said Denry, "his Wors.h.i.+p, Councillor Barlow, J. P., will be extremely cross if he is n't."

"How horrid!" said Nellie frankly. "And he 's got n.o.body at all to be mayoress."