Arnoldsaidawordofsympathytohisfriend,whentheywerealone。
“Iamsorryforthis,Geoffrey。IhopeandtrustyouwillgettoLondonintime。“
Hestopped。TherewassomethinginGeoffrey’sface——astrangemixtureofdoubtandbewilderment,ofannoyanceandhesitation——whichwasnottobeaccountedforasthenaturalresultofthenewsthathehadreceived。Hiscolorshiftedandchanged;hepickedfretfullyathisfinger-nails;helookedatArnoldasifhewasgoingtospeak——andthenlookedawayagain,insilence。
“Istheresomethingamiss,Geoffrey,besidesthisbadnewsaboutyourfather?“askedArnold。
“I’minthedevil’sownmess,“wastheanswer。
“CanIdoanythingtohelpyou?“
Insteadofmakingadirectreply,Geoffreyliftedhismightyhand,andgaveArnoldafriendlyslapontheshoulderwhichshookhimfromheadtofoot。Arnoldsteadiedhimself,andwaited——wonderingwhatwascomingnext。
“Isay,oldfellow!“saidGeoffrey。
“Yes。“
“DoyourememberwhentheboatturnedkeelupwardinLisbonHarbor?“
Arnoldstarted。Ifhecouldhavecalledtomindhisfirstinterviewinthesummer-housewithhisfather’soldfriendhemighthaverememberedSirPatrick’spredictionthathewouldsoonerorlaterpay,withinterest,thedebtheowedtothemanwhohadsavedhislife。Asitwashismemoryrevertedataboundtothetimeoftheboat-accident。Intheardorofhisgratitudeandtheinnocenceofhisheart,healmostresentedhisfriend’squestionasareproachwhichhehadnotdeserved。
“DoyouthinkIcaneverforget,“hecried,warmly,“thatyouswamashorewithmeandsavedmylife?“
Geoffreyventuredastepnearertotheobjectthathehadinview。
“Onegoodturndeservesanother,“hesaid,“don’tit?“
Arnoldtookhishand。“Onlytellme!“heeagerlyrejoined——“onlytellmewhatIcando!“
“Youaregoingto-daytoseeyournewplace,ain’tyou?“
“Yes。“
“Canyouputoffgoingtillto-morrow?“
“Ifit’sanythingserious——ofcourseIcan!“
Geoffreylookedroundattheentrancetothesummer-house,tomakesurethattheywerealone。
“Youknowthegovernesshere,don’tyou?“hesaid,inawhisper。
“MissSilvester?“
“Yes。I’vegotintoalittledifficultywithMissSilvester。Andthereisn’talivingsoulIcanasktohelpmebut_you。_“
“YouknowIwillhelpyou。Whatisit?“
“Itisn’tsoeasytosay。Nevermind——you’renosainteither,areyou?You’llkeepitasecret,ofcourse?Lookhere!I’veactedlikeaninfernalfool。I’vegoneandgotthegirlintoascrape——“
Arnolddrewback,suddenlyunderstandinghim。
“Goodheavens,Geoffrey!Youdon’tmean——“
“Ido!Waitabit——that’snottheworstofit。Shehasleftthehouse。“
“Leftthehouse?“
“Left,forgoodandall。Shecan’tcomebackagain。“
“Whynot?“
“Becauseshe’swrittentohermissus。Womenhang’em!neverdothesethingsbyhalves。She’sleftalettertosayshe’sprivatelymarried,andgoneofftoherhusband。Herhusbandis——Me。NotthatI’mmarriedtoheryet,youunderstand。Ihaveonlypromisedtomarryher。Shehasgoneonfirstontheslytoaplacefourmilesfromthis。AndwesettledIwastofollow,andmarryherprivatelythisafternoon。That’soutofthequestionnow。Whileshe’sexpectingmeattheinnIshallbebowlingalongtoLondon。Somebodymusttellherwhathashappened——orshe’llplaythedevil,andthewholebusinesswillburstup。Ican’ttrustanyofthepeoplehere。I’mdonefor,oldchap,unlessyouhelpme。“
Arnoldliftedhishandsindismay。“It’sthemostdreadfulsituation,Geoffrey,Ieverheardofinmylife!“
Geoffreythoroughlyagreedwithhim。“Enoughtoknockamanover,“hesaid,“isn’tit?I’dgivesomethingforadrinkofbeer。“Heproducedhiseverlastingpipe,fromsheerforceofhabit。“Gotamatch?“heasked。
Arnold’smindwastoopreoccupiedtonoticethequestion。
“Ihopeyouwon’tthinkI’mmakinglightofyourfather’sillness,“hesaid,earnestly。“Butitseemstome——Imustsayit——itseemstomethatthepoorgirlhasthefirstclaimonyou。“
Geoffreylookedathiminsurlyamazement。
“Thefirstclaimonme?DoyouthinkI’mgoingtoriskbeingcutoutofmyfather’swill?Notforthebestwomanthateverputonapetticoat!“
Arnold’sadmirationofhisfriendwasthesolidly-foundedadmirationofmanyyears;admirationforamanwhocouldrow,box,wrestle,jump——aboveall,whocouldswim——asfewothermencouldperformthoseexercisesincontemporaryEngland。Butthatanswershookhisfaith。Onlyforthemoment——unhappilyforArnold,onlyforthemoment。
“Youknowbest,“hereturned,alittlecoldly。“WhatcanIdo?“
Geoffreytookhisarm——roughlyashetookeverything;butinacompanionableandconfidentialway。
“Go,likeagoodfellow,andtellherwhathashappened。We’llstartfromhereasifwewerebothgoingtotherailway;andI’lldropyouatthefoot-path,inthegig。Youcangetontoyourownplaceafterwardbytheeveningtrain。Itputsyoutonoinconvenience,andit’sdoingthekindthingbyanoldfriend。
There’snoriskofbeingfoundout。I’mtodrive,remember!
There’snoservantwithus,oldboy,tonotice,andtelltales。“
EvenArnoldbegantoseedimlybythistimethathewaslikelytopayhisdebtofobligationwithinterest——asSirPatrickhadforetold。
“WhatamItosaytoher?“heasked。“I’mboundtodoallIcandotohelpyou,andIwill。ButwhatamItosay?“
Itwasanaturalquestiontoput。Itwasnotaneasyquestiontoanswer。Whataman,undergivenmuscularcircumstances,coulddo,nopersonlivingknewbetterthanGeoffreyDelamayn。Ofwhataman,undergivensocialcircumstances,couldsay,nopersonlivingknewless。
“Say?“herepeated。“Lookhere!sayI’mhalfdistracted,andallthat。And——waitabit——tellhertostopwheresheistillIwritetoher。“
Arnoldhesitated。Absolutelyignorantofthatlowandlimitedformofknowledgewhichiscalled“knowledgeoftheworld,“hisinbreddelicacyofmindrevealedtohimtheseriousdifficultyofthepositionwhichhisfriendwasaskinghimtooccupyasplainlyasifhewaslookingatitthroughthewarily-gatheredexperienceofsocietyofamanoftwicehisage。
“Can’tyouwritetohernow,Geoffrey?“heasked。
“What’sthegoodofthat?“
“Considerforaminute,andyouwillsee。Youhavetrustedmewithaveryawkwardsecret。Imaybewrong——Ineverwasmixedupinsuchamatterbefore——buttopresentmyselftothisladyasyourmessengerseemsexposinghertoadreadfulhumiliation。AmI
togoandtellhertoherface:’Iknowwhatyouarehidingfromtheknowledgeofalltheworld;’andisshetobeexpectedtoendureit?“
“Bosh!“saidGeoffrey。“Theycanendureadealmorethanyouthink。Iwishyouhadheardhowshebulliedme,inthisveryplace。Mygoodfellow,youdon’tunderstandwomen。Thegrandsecret,indealingwithawoman,istotakeherasyoutakeacat,bythescruffoftheneck——“
“Ican’tfaceher——unlessyouwillhelpmebybreakingthethingtoherfirst。I’llstickatnosacrificetoserveyou;but——hangit!——makeallowances,Geoffrey,forthedifficultyyouareputtingmein。Iamalmostastranger;Idon’tknowhowMissSilvestermayreceiveme,beforeIcanopenmylips。“
Thoselastwordstouchedthequestiononitspracticalside。Thematter-of-factviewofthedifficultywasaviewwhichGeoffreyinstantlyrecognizedandunderstood。
“Shehasthedevil’sowntemper,“hesaid。“There’snodenyingthat。PerhapsI’dbetterwrite。Havewetimetogointothehouse?“
“No。Thehouseisfullofpeople,andwehaven’taminutetospare。Writeatonce,andwritehere。Ihavegotapencil。“
“WhatamItowriteon?“
“Anything——yourbrother’scard。“
GeoffreytookthepencilwhichArnoldofferedtohim,andlookedatthecard。Thelineshisbrotherhadwrittencoveredit。Therewasnoroomleft。Hefeltinhispocket,andproducedaletter——theletterwhichAnnehadreferredtoattheinterviewbetweenthem——theletterwhichshehadwrittentoinsistonhisattendingthelawn-partyatWindygates。
“Thiswilldo,“hesaid。“It’soneofAnne’sownletterstome。
There’sroomonthefourthpage。IfIwrite,“headded,turningsuddenlyonArnold,“youpromisetotakeittoher?Yourhandonthebargain!“
HeheldoutthehandwhichhadsavedArnold’slifeinLisbonHarbor,andreceivedArnold’spromise,inremembranceofthattime。
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