Part 6 (1/2)

”Sudbury Gray, I think--with Scott Innis for an understudy--perhaps the Draymore man as alternate--I don't know; there's time.”

”Plenty,” he said vaguely, staring into the fire where a log had collapsed into incandescent ashes.

She continued to talk about Eileen until she noticed that his mind was on other matters--his preoccupied stare enlightened her. She said nothing for a while.

But he woke up when Austin came in and settled his big body in a chair.

”Drina, the little minx, called me back on some flimsy pretext,” he said, relighting his cigar; ”I forgot that time was going--and she was wily enough to keep me talking until Miss Paisely caught me at it and showed me out. I tell you,” turning on Selwyn--”children are what make life worth wh--” He ceased abruptly at a gentle tap from his wife's foot, and Selwyn looked up.

Whether or not he divined the interference he said very quietly: ”I'd rather have had children than anything in the world. They're about the best there is in life; I agree with you, Austin.”

His sister, watching him askance, was relieved to see his troubled face become serene, though she divined the effort.

”Kids are the best,” he repeated, smiling at her. ”Failing them, for second choice, I've taken to the laboratory. Some day I'll invent something and astonish you, Nina.”

”We'll fit you up a corking laboratory,” began Austin cordially; ”there is--”

”You're very good; perhaps you'll all be civil enough to move out of the house if I need more room for bottles and retorts--”

”Of _course_, Phil must have his laboratory,” insisted Nina. ”There's loads of unused room in this big barn--only you don't mind being at the top of the house, do you, Phil?”

”Yes, I do; I want to be in the drawing-room--or somewhere so that you all may enjoy the odours and get the benefit of premature explosions.

Oh, come now, Austin, if you think I'm going to plant myself here on you--”

”Don't notice him, Austin,” said Nina, ”he only wishes to be implored.

And, by the same token, you'd both better let me implore you to dress!”

She rose and bent forward in the firelight to peer at the clock.

”Goodness! Do you creatures think I'm going to give Eileen half an hour's start with her maid?--and I carrying my twelve years' handicap, too. No, indeed! I'm decrepit but I'm going to die fighting. Austin, get up! You're horribly slow, anyhow. Phil, Austin's man--such as he is--will be at your disposal, and your luggage is unpacked.”

”Am I really expected to grace this festival of babes?” inquired Selwyn.

”Can't you send me a tray of toast or a bowl of gruel and let me hide my old bones in a dressing-gown somewhere?”

”Oh, come on,” said Austin, smothering the yawn in his voice and casting his cigar into the ashes. ”You're about ripe for the younger set--one of them, anyhow. If you can't stand the intellectual strain we'll side-step the show later and play a little--what do you call it in the army?--pontoons?”

They strolled toward the door, Nina's arms linked in theirs, her slim fingers interlocked on her breast.

”We are certainly going to be happy--we three--in this innocent _menage a trois_,” she said. ”I don't know what more you two men could ask for--or I, either--or the children or Eileen. Only one thing; I think it is perfectly horrid of Gerald not to be here.”

Traversing the hall she said: ”It always frightens me to be perfectly happy--and remember all the ghastly things that _could_ happen... .

I'm going to take a glance at the children before I dress... . Austin, did you remember your tonic?”

She looked up surprised when her husband laughed.

”I've taken my tonic and n.o.body's kidnapped the kids,” he said. She hesitated, then picking up her skirts she ran upstairs for one more look at her slumbering progeny.

The two men glanced at one another; their silence was the tolerant, amused silence of the wiser s.e.x, posing as such for each other's benefit; but deep under the surface stirred the tremors of the same instinctive solicitude that had sent Nina to the nursery.

”I used to think,” said Gerard, ”that the more kids you had the less anxiety per kid. The contrary is true; you're more nervous over half a dozen than you are over one, and your wife is always going to the nursery to see that the cat hasn't got in or the place isn't afire or spots haven't come out all over the children.”