Part 1 (2/2)

The young man was clearly on the brink of an explosion, but controlled himself with an effort. ”I paid the winter rate; and mother who knows the Cunard people very well, got a reduction. I a.s.sure you, Uncle Archie, neither mother nor I is a fool, and we know quite well what we are about.”

As he spoke he raised himself with energy, and looked his companion in the face.

The General, surveying him, was mollified, as usual, by nothing in the world but the youth's extraordinary good looks. Roger Barnes's good looks had been, indeed, from his childhood upward the distinguis.h.i.+ng and remarkable feature about him. He had been a king among his schoolfellows largely because of them, and of the athletic prowess which went with them; and while at Oxford he had been cast for the part of Apollo in ”The Eumenides,” Nature having clearly designed him for it in spite of the lamentable deficiencies in his Greek scholars.h.i.+p, which gave his prompters and trainers so much trouble. Nose, chin, brow, the poising of the head on the shoulders, the large blue eyes, lidded and set with a Greek perfection, the delicacy of the lean, slightly hollow cheeks, combined with the astonis.h.i.+ng beauty and strength of the head, crowned with ambrosial curls--these possessions, together with others, had so far made life an easy and triumphant business for their owner. The ”others,” let it be noted, however, had till now always been present; and, chief amongst them, great wealth and an important and popular father. The father was recently dead, as the black band on the young man's arm still testified, and the wealth had suddenly vanished, wholly and completely, in one of the financial calamities of the day. General Hobson, contemplating his nephew, and mollified, as we have said, by his splendid appearance, kept saying to himself: ”He hasn't a farthing but what poor Laura allows him; he has the tastes of forty thousand a year; a very indifferent education; and what the deuce is he going to do?”

Aloud he said:

”Well, all I know is, I had a deplorable letter last mail from your poor mother.”

The young man turned his head away, his cigarette still poised at his lips. ”Yes, I know--mother's awfully down.”

”Well, certainly your mother was never meant for a poor woman,” said the General, with energy. ”She takes it uncommonly hard.”

Roger, with face still averted, showed no inclination to discuss his mother's character on these lines.

”However, she'll get along all right, if you do your duty by her,” added the General, not without a certain severity.

”I mean to do it, sir.” Barnes rose as he spoke. ”I should think we're getting near Mount Vernon by this time. I'll go and look.”

He made his way to the outer deck, the General following. The old soldier, as he moved through the crowd of chairs in the wake of his nephew, was well aware of the attention excited by the young man. The eyes of many damsels were upon him; and, while the girls looked and said nothing, their mothers laughed and whispered to each other as the young Apollo pa.s.sed.

Standing at the side of the steamer, the uncle and nephew perceived that the river had widened to a still more stately breadth, and that, on the southern bank, a white building, high placed, had come into view. The excursionists crowded to look, expressing their admiration for the natural scene and their sense of its patriotic meaning in a frank, enthusiastic chatter, which presently enveloped the General, standing in a silent endurance like a rock among the waves.

”Isn't it fine to think of his coming back here to die, so simply, when he'd made a nation?” said a young girl--perhaps from Omaha--to her companion. ”Wasn't it just lovely?”

Her voice, restrained, yet warm with feeling, annoyed General Hobson. He moved away, and as they hung over the taffrail he said, with suppressed venom to his companion: ”Much good it did them to be 'made a nation'!

Look at their press--look at their corruption--their divorce scandals!”

Barnes laughed, and threw his cigarette-end into the swift brown water.

”Upon my word, Uncle Archie, I can't play up to you. As far as I've gone, I like America and the Americans.”

”Which means, I suppose, that your mother gave you some introductions to rich people in New York, and they entertained you?” said the General drily.

”Well, is there any crime in that? I met a lot of uncommonly nice people.”

”And didn't particularly bless me when I wired to you to come here?”

The young man laughed again and paused a moment before replying.

”I'm always very glad to come and keep you company, Uncle Archie.”

The old General reddened a little. Privately, he knew very well that his telegram summoning young Barnes from New York had been an act of tyranny--mild, elderly tyranny. He was not amusing himself in Was.h.i.+ngton, where he was paying a second visit after an absence of twenty years. His English soul was disturbed and affronted by a wholly new realization of the strength of America, by the giant forces of the young nation, as they are to be felt pulsing in the Federal City. He was up in arms for the Old World, wondering sorely and secretly what the New might do with her in the times to come, and foreseeing an ever-increasing deluge of unlovely things--ideals, principles, manners--flowing from this western civilization, under which his own G.o.ds were already half buried, and would soon be hidden beyond recovery.

And in this despondency which possessed him, in spite of the attentions of Emba.s.sies, and luncheons at the White House, he had heard that Roger was in New York, and could not resist the temptation to send for him.

After all, Roger was his heir. Unless the boy flagrantly misbehaved himself, he would inherit General Hobson's money and small estate in Northamptons.h.i.+re. Before the death of Roger's father this prospective inheritance, indeed, had not counted for very much in the family calculations. The General had even felt a shyness in alluding to a matter so insignificant in comparison with the general scale on which the Barnes family lived. But since the death of Barnes _pere_, and the complete pecuniary ruin revealed by that event, Roger's expectations from his uncle had a.s.sumed a new importance. The General was quite aware of it. A year before this date he would never have dreamed of summoning Roger to attend him at a moment's notice. That he had done so, and that Roger had obeyed him, showed how closely even the family relation may depend on pecuniary circ.u.mstance.

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