Volume VI Part 5 (1/2)

He listened to it all in silence, walking restlessly about the office, his blue eyes s.h.i.+ning with a strange light. He took up a bronze paper-weight and gazed at it with an intensity of self-absorption.

”I can't go,” he said.

”Oh, but you have to,” I exclaimed.

”Mr. Westoby,” he resumed, ”I was foolish enough to back a friend's credit at a store here. He has skipped to Minnesota, and I am left with three hundred and four dollars and seventy-five cents to pay. To take a three days' holiday would be a serious matter to me at any time, but at this moment it is impossible.”

I gave him a good long look. He didn't strike me as a borrowing kind of man. I should probably insult him by volunteering. Was there ever anything so unfortunate?

”I can't go,” he repeated with a little choke.

”You may never have another opportunity,” I said. ”Eleanor is doing a thing I should never have expected from one of her proud and reserved nature. The advances of such a woman--”

He interrupted me with a groan.

”If it wasn't for my mother I'd throw everything to the winds and fly to her,” he burst out. ”But I have a mother--a sainted mother, Mr.

Westoby--her welfare must always be my first consideration!”

”Is there no chance of anything turning up?” I said. ”An appendicitis case--an outbreak of measles? I thought there was a lot of scarlatina just now.”

He shook his head dejectedly.

”Doctor,” I began again, ”I am pretty well fixed myself. I'm blessed with an income that runs to five figures. If all goes the way it should we shall be brothers-in-law in six months. We are almost relations. Give me the privilege of taking over this small obligation--”

I never saw a man so overcome. My proposal seemed to tear the poor devil to pieces. When he spoke his voice was trembling.

”You don't know what it means to me to refuse,” he said. ”My self-respect ... my--my....” And then he positively began to weep!

”You said three hundred and four dollars and seventy-five cents, I believe?”

He waved it from him with a long, lean hand.

”I can not do it,” he said; ”and, for G.o.d's sake, don't ask me to!”

I argued with him for twenty minutes; I laid the question before him in a million lights; I racked him with a picture of Eleanor, so deeply hurt, so mortified, that in her recklessness and despair she would probably throw herself away on the first man that offered! This was his chance, I told him; the one chance of his life; he was letting a piece of idiotic pride wreck the probable happiness of years. He agreed with me with moans and weeps. He had the candor of a child and the torrential sentiment of a German musician. Three hundred and four dollars and seventy-five cents stood between him and eternal bliss, and yet he waved my pocketbook from him! And all the while I saw myself losing Freddy.

I went away with his ”no, no, no!” still ringing in my ears.

At the club I found a note from Freddy. She pressed me to lose no time.

Mrs. Matthewman was talking of going to Europe, and of course she and Eleanor would have to accompany her. Eleanor, she said, had ordered two new gowns and had brightened up wonderfully. ”Only yesterday she told me she wished that silly doctor would hurry up and come--and that, you know, from Eleanor is almost a declaration!”

Some of my best friends happened to be in the club. It occurred to me that poor Nevill was diabetic, and that Charley Crossman had been boring everybody about his gout. I b.u.t.tonholed them both, and laid my unfortunate predicament before them. I said I'd pay all the expenses. In fact, the more they could make it cost the better I'd be pleased.

”What,” roared Nevill, ”put myself in the hands of a young fool so that he may fill his empty pockets with your money! Where do _I_ come in?

Good heavens, Westoby, you're crazy! Think what would happen to me if it came to Doctor Saltworthy's ears? He'd never have anything more to do with me!”

Charley Crossman was equally rebellious and unreasonable.

”I guess you've never had the gout,” he said grimly.