Part 14 (1/2)
Claire looked doubtfully at him, but he wasn't smiling; he was merely looking at her with sufficient attention.
”There are only two of us,” she said in a low voice, ”Maurice and me, and I do so awfully want him to be a success. I don't think anybody else does. I don't even know how much he wants it himself. You see, Maurice is so young in many ways, and our people having died--he hasn't had much of a chance, has he? Men ought to have fathers.”
Winn listened intently; he always remembered anything she said, but this particular opinion sank deep into the bottom of his heart: ”Men ought to have fathers.”
”I've done the best I can,” Claire went on, ”but you see, I'm young, too; there are lots of things I don't really know about life. I think perhaps I sometimes believe too much that things are going to be jolly, and that makes me a bad adviser for Maurice. Do you know what I mean?”
Winn nodded, but he determined that whether she expected or not, she should have things jolly. He must be able to manage it. If one wanted a thing as much as he wanted this, surely one could bring it off.
Hadn't he pulled off races on the scratchiest of polo ponies, when he couldn't afford better, out of sheer intention? He had meant to win, moved the pony along, and won. Was life less controllable than a shoddy polo pony?
He set his mouth and stared grimly out over the sparkling snow. He did not ask himself how a man with a wife hung round his neck like a millstone was going to manage the perpetual happiness of a stray young woman. He never asked himself questions or saw how things were to be done, but when the crisis came his instinct taught him in a flash the short cut to victory.
”Now,” said Claire, unexpectedly, ”you are looking awfully dangerous--you do rather sometimes, you know--like a kind of volcano that might go off.”
Winn turned his eyes slowly toward her.
”I shall never be dangerous for you, Miss Rivers,” he said gently.
He did not know how much he promised her or that he was already incapable of keeping his promise. She looked away from him with smiling lips and happy, mysterious eyes. She had known long ago that all the force he had was as safe with her as if he had laid it in her hands; safer than that, because he held it in his own--for her.
It seemed to Claire that you were only perfectly secure when you were with a man who could be dangerous to everybody else, but always safe for you.
”You will help me with Maurice?” she said softly. ”Then I sha'n't feel worried any more.”
”I shouldn't let it worry me for a moment if I were you,” Winn a.s.sured her. ”He hasn't come to much harm so far. He's young, that's all. I'll keep my eye on him, of course.”
Winn knew quite well what he would do with a subaltern of Maurice's type. He would take him out shooting and put the fear of G.o.d into him.
If this were done often and systematically enough, the subaltern would improve or send in his papers. But Davos did not offer equal advantages.
One could not get the fear of G.o.d everywhere on a tap; besides, there was Mrs. Bouncing.
Claire turned suddenly toward him.
”I want Maurice,” she said rather breathlessly, with s.h.i.+ning eyes, ”to be a good soldier; I want him to be like you.”
Winn felt a pang of fear; it was a pang that was half horrible pain, and half pa.s.sionate and wild delight. Was Claire perfectly safe? Why did she want Maurice to be like him? It was Claire herself who banished his fear; she added hastily:
”He really must get through Sandhurst properly.”
Of course she hadn't meant anything. In fact, if she really had liked him in any particular way she'd have been shot before she showed it.
What she wanted was simply the advice of an older man in the service. It did not occur to Winn that Claire had been shot already without knowing it.
He went on being rea.s.sured all the way back because Claire talked persistently about tigers. Winn explained that once you thoroughly knew where you were, there was no real danger in a tiger.
PART II
CHAPTER XIV