Part 5 (1/2)
”Is it very bad?”
Then a wild idea came to him--one which, at the moment, seemed to him almost to amount to inspiration. In the disordered condition of his faculties--for, temporarily, they were disordered--he felt, no doubt erroneously enough, that in the girl's tone there was something besides sympathy, that there was contempt as well--contempt for him as for a luckless, helpless creature who was an utter and entire failure.
And he suddenly resolved to drop at least a hint that, while she was despising him as so complete a failure, even now there was, actually within his grasp, wealth sufficient to satisfy the dreams of avarice.
”I don't know what you call very bad; as regards the Eries it is about as bad as it could be. But----”
He hesitated and stopped.
”But what?” She caught sight of his face. She saw how it was working.
”Cyril, is there any good news to counteract the bad? Have you had a stroke of luck?”
Yet he hesitated, already half regretting that he had said anything at all. But, having gone so far, he went farther.
”I don't want you to reckon on it just at present, but I think it possible that, very shortly, I may find myself in possession of a larger sum of money than either of us has dreamed of.”
”Cyril! Do you mean it?”
Her tone of incredulity spurred him on.
”Should I be likely to say such a thing if I did not mean it? I mean exactly what I said. To be quite accurate, it is possible, nay, probable, that before very long I shall be the possessor of a quarter of a million of money. I hope that will be enough for you. It will for me.”
”A quarter of a million! Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds, Cyril!”
”It sounds a nice little sum, doesn't it? I hope that it will feel as nice when it's mine!”
”But, Cyril, I don't understand. Is it a new speculation you are entering on?”
”It is a speculation--of a kind.” His tone was ironical, though she did not seem to be conscious of the fact. ”A peculiar kind. Its peculiarity consists in this, that, though I may not be able to lay my hands on the entire quarter of a million, I can on an appreciable portion of it whenever I choose.”
”What is the nature of the speculation? Is it on the Stock Exchange?”
”That, at present, is a secret. It is not often that I have kept a secret from you; you will have to forgive me, Daisy, if I keep one now.”
Something peculiar in his tone caught her ear. She glanced at him sharply.
”You are really in earnest, Cyril? You do mean that there is a reasonable prospect of your position being improved at last?”
”There is not only a reasonable prospect, there is a practical certainty.”
”In spite of what you have lost in Eries?”
”In spite of everything.” A ring of pa.s.sion came into his voice.
”Daisy, don't ask me any more questions now. Trust me! I tell you that in any case a fortune, or something very like one, is within my grasp.”
He stopped, and she was silent. They went and stood where they had been standing the night before--looking towards the Worthing lights.
Each seemed to be wrapped in thought. Then she said softly, in her voice a trembling--
”Cyril, I am so glad.”