The Happiest Time of Their Lives Part 36
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"No; I'm sure you don't," answered his future stepfather-in-law. "Go on with your story."
Wayne went on, but not as rapidly as he had expected. Farron kept him a long time on the interview of the afternoon before, and particularly on Mrs. Farron's part, just the point Wayne did not want to discuss for fear of betraying the bitterness he felt toward her. But again and again Farron made him quote her words wherever he could remember them; and then, as if this had not been clear enough, he asked:
"You think my wife has definitely made up her mind against the marriage?"
"Irrevocably."
"Irrevocably?" Farron questioned more as if it were the sound of the word than the meaning that he was doubting.
"Ah, you've been rather out of it lately, sir," said Wayne. "You haven't followed, perhaps, all that's been going on."
"Perhaps not."
Wayne felt he must be candid.
"If it is your idea that your wife's opposition could be changed, I'm afraid I must tell you, Mr. Farron--" He paused, meeting a quick, sudden look; then Farron turned his head, and stared, with folded arms, out of the window. Wayne had plenty of time to wonder what he was going to say.
What he did say was surprising.
"I think you are an honest man, and I should be glad to have you working for me. I could make you one of my secretaries, with a salary of six thousand dollars."
In the shock Pete heard himself saying the first thing that came into his head:
"That's a large salary, sir."
"Some people would say large enough to marry on."
Wayne drew back.
"Don't you think you ought to consult Mrs. Farron before you offer it to me?" he asked hesitatingly.
"Don't carry honesty too far. No, I don't consult my wife about my office appointments."
"It isn't honesty; but I couldn't stand having you change your mind when--"
"When my wife tells me to? I promise you not to do that."
Wayne found that the interview was over, although he had not been able to express his grat.i.tude.
"I know what you are feeling," said Farron. "Good-by."
"I can't understand why you are doing it, Mr. Farron; but--"
"It needn't matter to you. Good-by."
With a sensation that in another instant he might be out of the house, Wayne metaphorically caught at the door-post.
"I must see Mathilde before I go," he said.
Farron shook his head.
"No, not to-day."
"She's terribly afraid I am going to be moved by insults to desert her,"
Wayne urged.
"I'll see she understands. I'll send for you in a day or two; then it will be all right." They shook hands. He was glad Farron showed him out through the corridor and not through the study, where, he knew, Mrs.
Farron was still waiting like a fine, sleek cat at a rat-hole.
CHAPTER XV
During this interview Adelaide sat in her husband's study and waited. She looked back upon that other period of suspense--the hour when she had waited at the hospital during his operation--as a time of comparative peace. She had been able then, she remembered, to sit still, to pursue, if not a train of thought, at least a set of connected images; but now her whole spirit seemed to be seething with a sort of poison that made her muscles jerk and start and her mind dart and faint. Then she had foreseen loss through the fate common to humanity; now she foresaw it through the action of her own tyrannical contempt for anything that seemed to her weak.
She had never rebelled against coercion from Vincent. She had even loved it, but she had loved it when he had seemed to her a superior being; coercion from one who only yesterday had been under the dominion of nerves and nurses was intolerable to her. She was at heart a courtier, would do menial service to a king, and refuse common civility to an inferior. She knew how St. Christopher had felt at seeing his satanic captain tremble at the sign of the cross; and though, unlike the saint, she had no intention of setting out to discover the stronger lord, she knew that he might now any day appear.
From any one not an acknowledged superior that shut door was an insult to be avenged, and she sat and waited for the moment to arrive when she would most adequately avenge it. There was still something terrifying in the idea of going out to do battle with Vincent. Hitherto in their quarrels he had always been the aggressor, had always startled her out of an innocent calm by an accusation or complaint. But this, as she said to herself, was not a quarrel, but a readjustment, of which probably he was still unaware. She hoped he was. She hoped he would come in with his accustomed manner and say civilly, "Forgive me for shutting the door; but my reason was--"
And she would answer, "Really, I don't think we need trouble about your reasons, Vincent." She knew just the tone she would use, just the expression of a smile suppressed. Then his quick eyes would fasten themselves on her face, and perhaps at the first glance would read the story of his defeat. She knew her own glance would not waver.
At the end of half an hour she heard the low tones of conversation change to the brisk notes of leave-taking. Her heart began to beat with fear, but not the kind of fear that makes people run away; rather the kind that makes them abdicate all reason and fan their emotions into a sort of inspiring flame.
She heard the door open into the corridor, but even then Vincent did not immediately come. Miss Gregory had been waiting to say good-by to him. As a case he was finished. Adelaide heard her clear voice say gaily:
"Well, I'm off, Mr. Vincent."
They went back into the room and shut the door. Adelaide clenched her hands; these delays were hard to bear.
It was not a long delay, though in that next room a very human bond was about to be broken. Possibly if Vincent had done exactly what his impulses prompted, he would have taken Miss Gregory in his arms and kissed her. But instead he said quietly, for his manner had not much range:
"I shall miss you."
"It's time I went."
"To some case more interestingly dangerous?"
"Your case was dangerous enough for me," said the girl; and then for fear he might miss her meaning, "I never met any one like you, Mr. Farron."
"I've never been taken care of as you took care of me."
"I wish"--she looked straight up at him--"I could take care of you altogether."
"That," he answered, "would end in my taking care of you."
"And your hands are pretty full as it is?"
He nodded, and she went away without even shaking hands. She omitted her farewells to any other member of the family except Pringle, who, Farron heard, was congratulating her on her consideration for servants as he put her into her taxi.
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