Part 28 (1/2)
”I am expecting to take Miss Hathaway over to see them some day soon.”
He told himself, as he uttered the words, that he owed Howard Snelling no explanation and that it was ridiculous of him to make one; nevertheless he felt impelled to do so.
Mr. Snelling smiled superciliously.
”That will be very pleasant, won't it?” he remarked.
One could not have quarreled with the sentiment, but its blandness conveyed an exasperating disbelief.
The young man bit his lip angrily.
At the same instant there was a sound at the door.
”Aunt Tiny wants to know--”
The three men glanced up simultaneously, and Mr. Snelling's jaw dropped with amazement.
”I beg your pardon,” murmured Delight. ”I did not know there was any one here.”
”It's only Mr. Snelling, a friend of Bob's,” Willie hastened to say.
”Mr. Snelling is also a friend of Mr. Galbraith's,” interrupted Robert Morton, enraged that it fell to him to perform the introduction. ”This is Miss Hathaway, Mr. Snelling.”
”I am charmed to meet you, Miss Hathaway,” Howard Snelling declared, bending low over the girl's outstretched hand. ”I did not realize you were an inmate of the house.” Then with a sidelong glance at Bob he added: ”Wilton certainly abounds in beautiful surprises.”
As with unveiled wonder he scanned the exquisite face, Robert Morton, looking on, could have strangled him with a relish.
CHAPTER XIV
THE SPENCES ENTER SOCIETY
For a week Howard Snelling came and went from the small, vine-covered cottage on the bay, making himself so useful and so delightful that the charm of his personality gradually obliterated the first unpleasant impression Bob had gained of him. He worked hard but worked with such un.o.btrusiveness that unless one scrutinized him closely the subtle power that lay behind his hand and brain might have pa.s.sed unsuspected.
Ever mindful that his role was that of the casual visitor, he listened with appreciation to Willie's harmless gossip and whenever the little old man advanced a theory as to the enterprise in which they were engaged he greeted it not only with respect but with cordiality. Now and then as the undertaking progressed, he ventured a tactful, almost diffident suggestion, the value of which the inventor was quick to detect. Also, in the same nonchalant fas.h.i.+on, he produced from time to time the necessary materials, weaving a fairy web of prevarication when questioned too closely as to their source.
”Oh, I have a friend in the boat-building business,” said he, ”who lets me have any small things I want. I have done some favors for him in the past and he is only too glad to square up the balance by sending me whatever I ask him for.”
The explanation, given with off-hand candor, quite satisfied the artless Willie, who imagined all the world as truthful as himself and inquired no further, accepting with unfeigned joy the gifts the G.o.ds provided. His face glowed with almost beatific light as he saw his dream slowly take form. Nothing he had ever done equalled this masterpiece. The project was his first thought at waking, the last before closing his eyes at night. Sometimes, even, when all but the sea slept, he would tiptoe downstairs, candle in hand, just to steal a glance at the child of his fancy. So absorbed was he in its growth and progress that it never crossed his mind to marvel that two men of Howard Snelling's and Robert Morton's ability should sacrifice to the invention the golden hours of the rare June days. Their interest was nothing miraculous. Who wouldn't have been interested in such a wonderful undertaking?
Indeed, Mr. Snelling's concern for the venture was almost as keen as his own. From morning until late noon he toiled. Occasionally the Galbraiths' chauffeur brought him over from Belleport, but more often it was Cynthia who made the trip with him. Mr. Galbraith, it appeared, had been called back to New York on urgent business; Roger had gone with friends on a yachting cruise; and Mrs. Galbraith was devoting her time to her mother who was still indisposed. Hence Cynthia was forced to fill the gaps and serve both as host and hostess. It was a natural situation, and Bob thought nothing about it except selfishly to exult that under the conditions Cynthia was kept too busy to invade the Spence home or bother him with invitations. And that was not the only boon that came with Snelling's presence, for with three workers in the shop Robert Morton found not infrequent chances to steal into the kitchen, where Delight was busy with household tasks, and enjoy the rapture of a word or two with her.
Never were there such days of enchantment as these! He might, he often said to himself, have remained in Wilton an entire summer and his acquaintance with the lady of his heart never have reached the degree of intimacy that it attained during Celestina's illness. To behold the girl, fair as the new-blown rose, presiding at the wee breakfast table was to forget all else. How dainty she looked in her trim cotton gown, with its demure cuffs and collar of white, and how deftly her hands moved among the simple fittings of the table! The worn agate coffee-pot seemed transformed to cla.s.sic outline, and the nectar it contained to ambrosia. And what a famous little cook she was! Surely such flaky biscuit could never have been made by other hands. Bob suddenly became surprisingly interested in kitchens and all that they contained. The glint of tin pans, the dull ebony of the stove, iridescent suds foaming fresh and hot,--all these took on a strange and homely beauty quite novel in its charm. He had never dreamed before what an incomparable Eden a kitchen was!
To slip in and fill the wood-box; to creep into the pantry and watch the beloved head as it bent over the baking table; to be permitted to wipe the dishes while _She_ washed them made of the simple duties tasks for G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses. He loved the pretty way her fringed lashes lifted, the wave of color that swept her cheek when she was startled by his step; and there was something ravis.h.i.+ngly confidential in her caution:
”Be careful, Bob, not to drop Aunt Tiny's china teacups.”
It was all foolish and inconsequential--the sighs, the smiles, the silences--but they made a paradise of the grim old universe. Many a time he longed to press his lips to the white arm, to kiss the warm curve of her neck where soft curls cl.u.s.tered. But he did none of these things. By a gentle reserve the girl kept him at his distance, and although there was only Jezebel to see, he did not transgress the bounds Delight's sweet womanliness reared between them. Of course she knew he loved her. She could not but know. Even Jezebel from her round blue eyes proclaimed a complete understanding of the romance and drawing herself into a fluffy ball in Willie's great chair feigned sleep that she might not embarra.s.s the lovers. The canary knew, and so did the impertinent crimson rambler that clambered up the window frame and spied in through the pane. It was no secret. The whole dazzling world shared in the exquisite mystery.
Were the tale to have been put into words half its delicate beauty would have been shattered. It was now a thing of clouds, of perfume, of suns.h.i.+ne. The waves whispered together of it; the birds trilled the story. A glance, a half-uttered sentence, the meeting of hands carried with them great throbbing reaches of emotion that went to make up the reality of the ephemeral drama. And then there was the tormenting, bewitching, wretched, alluring uncertainty of it all. One could never be sure, and in the spell of this disquietude lay half the magic.