Part 4 (2/2)

”Yes,” she said slowly, ”that must hurt. I've felt that we don't realize the seriousness of the great struggle here. It's easy to subscribe to funds and go on committees, but that kind of service leaves you cold, and we haven't practised much self-denial at Appleyard. I was glad d.i.c.k wanted to enlist, even though they wouldn't have him; but he'll tell you about it himself.”

Mrs. Woodhouse and Whitney came toward them, with d.i.c.k close behind.

d.i.c.k was not unlike Andrew, but it was as if his cousin's prominent characteristics had been watered down. Although the handsomer of the two, he somehow looked a feeble copy of Andrew when they were together. He had twinkling eyes and a humorous way of regarding things, but his face was weak. His figure was light, well-poised and athletic, but his color was unusually high, and on close study he showed signs of bad health.

When he had spoken a few words to Andrew they went in to dinner, and during the meal Whitney devoted some attention to the company. One of the differences between him and his comrade was that he was most capable at managing people, and Andrew in handling things. Andrew knew all about a boat and a gun, and could be relied upon to deal with contrary tides and dangerous shoals, but he was less acquainted with the intricacies of human nature.

Whitney dismissed d.i.c.k as not counting; Elsie he reserved for future study. Mrs. Woodhouse he found interesting because baffling. She was rather fat, with regular features but an expressionless face, eyes of light china-blue, and flat, flaxen hair. She answered his remarks with conventional politeness, but he could not, as he thought of it, strike a spark from her. He could not tell whether she was reserved or merely dull. Her brother, Staffer, was of very different stamp. His face was clean-cut and intellectual, his manners were polished but easy, and Whitney had no trouble in placing him as a man who knew the world. Indeed, since there was a hint of force and command about him, Whitney wondered why he was, so to speak, vegetating in the Scottish wilds. Staffer clearly belonged to the busy cities and the centers of action.

Nothing that Whitney thought worth noting occurred at dinner, except that d.i.c.k drank a good deal of wine and Elsie watched him with half-veiled disturbance. Whitney thought her att.i.tude was protective and motherly; she would have interfered had it been possible. This suggested that a supposition of Andrew's was wrong. A girl like that would not marry a man whom she must guide and control.

When they went back to the hall, Andrew found a quiet corner, hoping he might get a few minutes alone, for his meeting with Elsie had a disturbing effect. When he last went away, she had told him that when he came back things would not be the same; and he now recognized the truth of this. The girl who had treated him as a trusted elder brother had grown into a beautiful, accomplished woman. Indeed, she had, so to speak, left him behind. She was cleverer and more composed than he; she grasped things at once while he clumsily searched for their meaning. The old frank confidence and the comrades.h.i.+p were no longer possible, but in essentials she had not changed. The world could never spoil Elsie's freshness nor blunt her keen honesty.

After a while she came and sat down near where he stood in the shadowy recess of the great hearth.

”I believe you were trying to hide, and we must have a talk,” she said. ”I'm half afraid I brought you home from Canada.”

”No,” Andrew replied awkwardly; ”anyway, not altogether. I felt that I ought to come back, even if there's nothing I can do. Still, of course, if I can be of help here--”

Elsie's eyes were soft as she looked at him.

”Yes, I know; you're a good friend, Andrew, but I was alarmed when I wrote. After what the army doctors told him, d.i.c.k went to see a specialist in Harley Street, and he must have got a plain warning, for he was depressed and quiet for some time. Things are serious when d.i.c.k's cast down.”

”Do you know what the doctor said?”

”No; d.i.c.k wouldn't tell me. I'm not sure that he told Uncle Arnold much.”

”Ah!”

Andrew was silent for a moment.

”Has he been indulging in any rashness since then?”

”No, nothing fresh; but I'm afraid he's heavily in debt. His allowance is very large, but he tried to borrow money a few days after he got it.” Elsie's color grew deeper as she continued: ”I've seen him quite unsteady at luncheon; and the worst is that it's telling on his health.”

”Looks bad; I must see what I can do. But it's awkward, because Staffer's really responsible for him. Has he tried to pull d.i.c.k up?”

”Yes, in a way,” Elsie answered with a thoughtful air. ”Still, I don't think it disturbs him as it ought to when he sees that he hasn't done much good. He's witty when he should be firm--and I've sometimes imagined that d.i.c.k feels rather flattered than ashamed after the talk.”

”I understand. What d.i.c.k really needs is a good kicking for being fool enough to try to copy Staffer.”

”Couldn't you take him away for a time in the boat?”

”I'll try, but he's not fond of sailing. Then it's a delicate matter.

If one could make Staffer understand--”

Elsie gave him a steady look.

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