Part 58 (2/2)
CHAPTER I
THE POWER DIVINE
”Well, if this isn't a pleasure!”
Thus Lucas Errol, sitting on the terrace on a certain hot afternoon early in August, greeted Dot, whose multifarious duties did not permit her to be a very frequent visitor. He smiled at her with that cordiality which even on his worst days was never absent, but she thought him looking very ill.
”Are you sure I shan't tire you too much?” she asked him, as he invited her to sit down.
”Quite sure, my dear Dot!” he answered. ”It does me good to see people.
Lady Carfax is coming presently. The mother has gone to fetch her. It will be her last appearance, I am afraid, for the present. She is expecting her husband home to-morrow. But I'm glad you are here first. I was just wis.h.i.+ng I could see you.”
”Were you really?” said Dot.
”Yes, really. No, you needn't look at me like that. I'm telling the truth. I always do, to the best of my ability. Is that chair quite comfortable? Do you mind if I smoke?”
”I don't mind anything,” Dot said. ”And I'm so comfortable that I want to take off my hat and go to sleep.”
”You may do the first,” said Lucas. ”But not the second, because I want to talk, and it's sort of uninteresting not to have an audience, especially when there is something important to be said.”
”Something important!” echoed Dot. ”I hope it's something nice.”
”Oh, quite nice,” he a.s.sured her. ”It's to do with Bertie.” He was smiling in his own peculiarly kindly fas.h.i.+on. ”By the way, he's stewing indoors, studying for that exam, which he isn't going to pa.s.s.”
”Not going to pa.s.s?” Dot looked up in swift anxiety. ”Oh, don't you think he will?”
Lucas shook his head. ”What's success anyway? I guess the Creator finds the failures just as useful to Him in the long run.”
”But I don't want him to fail!” she protested.
”In my opinion,” Lucas said slowly, ”it doesn't matter a single red cent, so long as a man does his best. Believe me, it isn't success that counts.
We're apt to think it's everything when we're young. I did myself once--before I began to realise that I hadn't come to stay.” The shrewd blue eyes smiled at her under their heavy lids. ”Now I don't want to distress you any,” he said, ”but I'm going to say something that p'r'aps you'll take to heart though you mustn't let it grieve you. Capper is coming here next month to perform an operation on me. It may be successful, and on the other hand--it may not. The uncertainty worries me some. I'm trying to leave my affairs in good order, but--there are some things beyond my scope that I'd like unspeakably to see settled before I take my chances. You can understand that?”
Dot's hand, warm, throbbing with life, slipped impulsively into his.
”Dear Lucas, of course--of course I understand.”
”Thanks! That's real nice of you. I always knew you were a woman of sense. I wonder if you can guess what it is I've set my heart on, eh, Dot?”
”Tell me,” murmured Dot.
His eyes still rested upon her, but they seemed to be looking at something beyond. ”P'r'aps I'm over fond of regulating other folks'
affairs,” he said. ”It's a habit that easily grows on the head of a family. But I've a sort of fancy for seeing you and Bertie married before I go out. If you tell me it's quite impossible I won't say any more. But if you could see your way to it--well, it would be a real kindness, and I needn't say any more than that.”
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