Part 43 (2/2)
”Don't say that, Evelyn,” Brand broke in, quickly. ”Do you think I would have it otherwise? Once in America, I shall no doubt forget how I came to go there. I shall have something to do.”
”I--I was going to say that--that perhaps you are not quite fair to Lind. You impute motives that may not exist.”
Lord Evelyn flushed a little; it was almost as if he were excusing or defending one he had no particular wish to defend; but all the same, with some hesitation, he continued,
”Consider Lind's position. Mind, your reading of his conduct is only pure a.s.sumption. It is quite possible that he would be really and extremely surprised if he knew that you fancied he had been allowing personal feelings to sway his decision. But suppose this--suppose he is honestly convinced that you would be of great service in America. He has seen what you can do in the way of patient persuading of people. I know he has plenty around him who can do the risky business--men who have been adventurous all their lives--who would like nothing better than to be commissioned to set up a secret printing-press next door to the Commissary of Police in St. Petersburg. I say he has plenty of people like that; but very few who have persistence and patience enough to do what you have been doing in the north of England. He told me so himself.
Very well. Suppose he thinks that what you have been doing this man Molyneux can carry on? Suppose, in short, that, if he had no daughter at all, he would be anxious to send you to the States?”
Brand nodded. There was no harm in letting his friend have his theory.
”Very well. Now suppose that, having this daughter, he would rather not have her marry. He says she is of great service to him; and his wish to have her with him always would probably exaggerate that service, unconsciously to himself, if it were proposed to take her away. That is only natural.”
Brand again a.s.sented.
”Very well. He discovers that you and she are attached to each other.
Probably he does not consider it a very serious affair, so far; but he knows that if you remain in London it would probably become so. Now, Natalie is a girl of firm character; she is very gentle, but she is not a fool. If you remained in London she would probably marry you, whether her father liked it or not, if she thought it was right. He knows that; he knows that the girl is capable of acting on her own judgment. Now put the two things together. Here is this opportune service on which you can be sent. That, according to his view, will be a good thing of itself; it will also effectually prevent a marriage which he thinks would be inexpedient. Don't you see that there may be no personal revenge or malice in the whole affair? He may consider he is acting quite rightly, with regard to the best interests of everybody concerned.”
”I am sick of him, Evelyn--of hearing of him--of thinking of him,” Brand said, impatiently. ”Come, let us talk of something else. I wish the whole business of starting for America were over, and I had only the future to think about.”
”That is not likely,” said Lord Evelyn, gently. ”You cannot cut yourself away from everything like that. There will be _some_ memories.”
Waters here appeared with a tray, and speedily placed on the table a lobster, some oysters, and a bottle of Chablis.
”There you are, Evelyn; have some supper.”
”Not unless you have some.”
”By-and-by--”
”No, now.”
So the two friends drew in their chairs.
”I have been thinking,” said Lord Evelyn--with a slight flush, for he was telling a lie--”I have been thinking for some time back I should like to go to America for a year or two. There are some political phases I should like to study.”
Brand looked at him.
”You never thought of it before to-night. But it is like you to think of it now.”
”Oh, I a.s.sure you,” said the other, hastily, ”there are points of great interest in the political life of America that one could only properly study on the spot--hearing the various opinions, don't you know--and seeing how the things practically work. I should have gone long before now, but that I dreaded the pa.s.sage across. When do you go?”
”It is not settled yet.”
”What line shall you go by?”
”I don't know.”
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