Part 55 (1/2)

”Of course I forgive you,” she said. ”You have been so good to me.”

”Good!” I cried bitterly. ”I've been harsh, unreasoning, super-critical from the day I met--”

”Hus.h.!.+” she said, laying her free hand upon my arm. ”I shall never forget all that you have done for me. I--I can say no more.”

I gulped. ”I pray to heaven that you may be happy, Aline,--happier than any one else in the world.”

She lowered her head suddenly, and I was made more miserable than before by hearing a quick, half-suppressed sob. Then she withdrew her cold little hand and turned away to follow Colingraft who had called out to her.

I saw them board the train. In my heart there was the memory of a dozen kisses I had bestowed in repentant horror upon the half-asleep Rosemary, who, G.o.d bless her little soul, cried bitterly on being torn away from my embrace.

”Well,” said Billy Smith, taking me by the arm a few minutes later, ”let's have a bite to eat and a cold bottle before we go to bed, old chap. I hope to heaven she gets through all right. Damme, I am strong for her, aren't you?”

”I am,” said I, with conviction, coming out of a daze.

He led me off to a cafe where he seemed to be more or less at home, and where it was bright and gay for him but gloomier than the grave to me.

I drove the car home the next day. When we got down at the garage, Britton s.h.i.+vered and drew a prodigious breath. It was as if he had not breathed for hours. We had gone the distance in little more than half the time taken on the trip down.

”My word, sir,” was all he said, but there was a significant tremor in his voice. It smacked of pride.

Mrs. t.i.tus placidly inquired how we had got along, and appeared quite relieved when I told her we had caught the train at K---. Jasper, Jr., revealed a genuine interest in the enterprise, but spoiled it all by saying that Aline, now prematurely safe, was most likely to leap out of the frying-pan into the fire by marrying some blithering foreigner and having the whole beastly business to do over again.

”How soon do they go?” asked p.o.o.pend.y.k.e late that afternoon, after listening to Mrs. t.i.tus's amiable prophecies concerning Aline's future activities, and getting my hara.s.sed ear in a moment of least resistance.

”I don't know,” said I, hopelessly. I had heard about all I could endure concerning his lords.h.i.+p's magnificent estates in England, and the sort of a lord he was besides. ”There's nothing to do but wait, Fred.”

”She is a remarkably fine woman but--” He completed the estimate by shaking his head, trusting to my intelligence, I suppose.

We waited two days for word from the fugitives. Late in the afternoon of the second day, Britton returned from town with a telegram for me.

It said:

”Cargo safely aboard _Pendennis_, Captain Pardee commanding. Clear at two to-day. Everything satisfactory. (Signed) C. G. RAFT.”

No sooner was this rea.s.suring news received than Mrs. t.i.tus complacently set about having her trunks packed. The entire household was in a stew of activity, for she had suddenly decided to catch the eight o'clock train for Paris. I telephoned to reserve accommodation on the Orient Express from Vienna, and also to have it stopped at the town across the river, a concession secured at a no inconsiderable cost.

She was to travel once more as my mother.

”You will not fail to look us up when you come to New York, will you, Mr. Smart? Mr. t.i.tus will not be happy until he has expressed to you in person his endless grat.i.tude. You have been splendid. We shall never forget your kindness, your thoughtfulness, your--your forbearance.

I--I--”

Upon my word, there were real tears in the dear lady's eyes! I forgot and forgave much in recognition of this instant of genuine feeling on her part. It was not necessary for her to complete the sentence so humbly begun.

Their departure was made with some degree of caution, Mrs. t.i.tus rather considerately reminding herself that my interests were at stake. I saw them aboard the train; she played her part admirably, I will say that for her. She lifted her veil so that I could bestow a farewell filial kiss upon her cheek. Jasper, Jr.'s, eyes popped very wide open at this, and, as he shook my hand warmly at parting, he said:

”You are a wonder, John,--a sure enough wonder. Why, hang it all, she doesn't even let dad do that.”

But Jasper, Jr., was very young and he couldn't understand.