Part 31 (1/2)
He reached across the table, upsetting a teacup, and seized her hands in both of his. ”Oh, you will, Una, won't you?”
She withdrew her hands gently and looked at him, on her lips a queer little crooked smile.
”What are you now? The philosopher, the enthusiast or the Caliph?
You're very insistent, aren't you? I think you must be the Caliph--or the Grand Cham!”
”Then you agree?” he cried.
”I'll try,” she said quietly.
Jerry gave a great gasp. ”By Jove,” he said with a boyish laugh. ”I can't tell you what a relief it is to get this off my mind. I know I ought to be down here helping, but I--I can't just now. Uncle Jack--that's Ballard Junior--says I've got a place in the world to keep up and a lot of rubbish about--”
”That's very right and proper--of course,” she said, gathering up her gloves.
He noted the motion.
”Oh, don't go yet, Una. There are a lot of things I'd like to ask you.”
”I think I will have to go.”
”But you'll let me see you and talk to you about things, won't you?”
”Of course, I'll have to make an accounting of your money--”
”Oh, yes--the check. You'll get it tomorrow.”
”But, Jerry--”
”Your address, please,” he insisted with a stern and business-like air.
The moment was propitious. They would certainly see me when they got up, so when their heads were bent together over the slip of paper the waiter brought, I quietly rose and, braving detection, went out of the door.
CHAPTER XIV
JERRY GOES INTO TRAINING
Outside the restaurant I changed my plans. I decided not to go to Flynn's that afternoon, for I wanted Jerry to understand how little I was in sympathy with his prize fight. And after the first day he no longer insisted on my going with him. But he came to Ballard's apartment and we had several talks in which, after one final and fruitless effort to dissuade him from his fight, I gave up and we talked of other things.
It was not necessary for me to tell Jerry that I had overheard his interview with Una Habberton. And when he spoke of the incident, I encouraged him to talk until I learned just how much--and how little--the meeting meant to him. The impression, the rather unique impression she had first made upon the clean, fair surface of his mind, remained indelibly printed: the first female creature he had seen and talked with, a youthful being, like himself, with whom he could talk as he talked with me, without care or restraint,--a creature of ideals, humor, and a fine feeling for human companions.h.i.+p which she did not hesitate to share; a friend like Skook.u.ms or me, but of an infinitely finer grain, with a gentler voice, a smoother skin and softer eyes, better to look at; in short, more agreeable, more surprising, more sympathetic, more appealing. This chance meeting, I think, merely confirmed the previous impression, rea.s.serting an early conception of femininity with which the charms of Marcia Van Wyck could have nothing in common. He must have compared them, but with different standards of comparison, for each in Jerry's mind was _sui generis_. The glamour of Marcia, her perfumes, her artistry, the lure of her voice and eyes, her absorbing abstractions and sudden enthusiasms--how could Una's quaint transitions compare with such as these? And yet I am sure that he judged Una Habberton not unfavorably in Marcia's reflected glamour, for he spoke of the character in her hands (thinking of Marcia's rosy nails) and the radiancy of her smile (thinking of Marcia's red lips). And whatever he may have thought of her personal pulchritude or the quiet magnetism of her friendliness, there was no room in his mind just now for the merely spiritual. If Una had a place in his heart, it was where the ebb and flow were quiet, not in the mid-stream of hot blood. But Jerry kept his word.
His check for Una's day nursery went forward on the day following their meeting and Jerry found time in the intervals between Marcia, business and the gymnasium to call upon Una and talk over in a general way the great project in which their interest was involved. I heard little of these few meetings, for after a short visit with Ballard, during which we discussed Jerry's plans in despair, I went back to the Manor to resume my much neglected work.
It was now March. I missed Jerry as I knew I should miss him always at this season when it had been our custom to fare forth in search of woodland adventure and the early signs of spring. I wondered if Jerry in the city could be feeling the call of the wanderl.u.s.t as I did. I managed to work a few hours of each day, but my habit of concentration seemed to fail me, and my thoughts kept recurring unpleasantly to the ruin Jerry was courting both for his reputation and his spirit. Clean as he was, he couldn't play too long with pitch and not be defiled. I heard one day that Briar Hills had just been opened and I p.r.i.c.ked up my ears. Aha! It couldn't be long now before the bird would come homing.
The notice of this home-coming reached me in the form of a wire.
”Will arrive with party tomorrow. Have six bedrooms prepared for guests. Will explain when I see you.”
Six bedrooms! A house party--in the very midst of his training! I couldn't understand. A fine hope surged in me. A house party--guests!