Part 4 (1/2)
CHAPTER II
AN ONLY SON
Proud, and blissfully happy in his victory, Burke went to his father; and to his father (so far as the latter himself was concerned) he carried a bombsh.e.l.l.
For two reasons John Denby had failed to see what was taking place in his own home. First, because it would never have occurred to him that his son could fall in love with a nursemaid; secondly, because he had systematically absented himself from the house during the most of his sister's visit, preferring to take his sister away with him for drives and walks rather than to stay in the noisy confusion of toys and babies that his home had become. Because of all this, therefore, he was totally unprepared for what his son was bringing to him.
He welcomed the young man with affectionate heartiness.
”Well, my boy, it's good to see you! Where have you been keeping yourself all these two weeks?”
”Why, dad, I've been right here--in fact, I've been very much right here!”
The conscious color that crept to the boy's forehead should have been illuminating. But it was not.
”Yes, yes, very likely, very likely,” frowned the man. ”But, of course, with so many around-- But soon we'll be by ourselves again. Not but what I'm enjoying your aunt's visit, of course,” he added hastily. ”But here are two weeks of your vacation gone, and I've scarcely seen you a minute.”
”Yes; and that's one thing I wanted to talk about--college,” plunged in the boy. ”I've decided I don't want to finish my course, dad. I'd rather go into business right away.”
The man drew his brows together, but did not look entirely displeased.
”Hm-m, well,” he hesitated. ”While I should hate not to see you graduated, yet--it's not so bad an idea, after all. I'd be glad to have you here for good that much earlier, son. But why this sudden right-about-face? I thought you were particularly keen for that degree.”
Again the telltale color flamed in the boyish cheeks.
”I was--once. But, you see, then I wasn't thinking of--getting married.”
”Married!” To John Denby it seemed suddenly that a paralyzing chill clutched his heart and made it skip a beat. This possible future marriage of his son, breaking into their close companions.h.i.+p, was the dreaded shadow that loomed ever ahead. ”Nonsense, boy! Time enough to think of that when you've found the girl.”
”But I have found her, dad.”
John Denby paled perceptibly.
”You have--what?” he demanded. ”You don't mean that you've-- Who is she?”
”Helen. Why, dad, you seem surprised,” laughed the boy. ”Haven't you noticed--suspected?”
”Well, no I haven't,” retorted the man grimly. ”Why should I? I never heard of the young lady before. What is this--some college tomfoolery? I might have known, I suppose, what would happen.”
”College! Why, dad, she's _here_. You know her. It's Helen,--Miss Barnet.”
”Here! There's no one here but your aunt and--” He stopped, and half started from his chair. ”You don't--you can't mean--your aunt's nursemaid!”
At the scornful emphasis an indignant red dyed the boy's face.
”I didn't think that of you, dad,” he rebuked.
Angry as he was, the man was conscious of the hurt the words gave him.
But he held his ground.
”And I did not think this of you, Burke,” he rejoined coldly.