CHAPTER XXX
It was a happy, if a trifle hysterical little dinner party that eveningat Mainsail Haul. Philippa was at times unusually silent, but Helen hadexpanded in the joy of her great happiness. Richard, shaved and withhis hair cut, attired once more in the garb of civilisation, seemeda different person. Even in these few hours the lines about his mouthseemed less pronounced. They talked freely of Maderstrom.
"A regular 'Vanity Fair' problem," Richard declared, balancing his wineglass between his fingers, "a problem, too, which I can't say I havesolved altogether yet. The only thing is that if he is really goingto-night, I don't see why I shouldn't let the matter drift out of mymind."
"It is so much better," Helen agreed. "Try as hard as ever I can, Icannot picture his doing any harm to anybody. And as for any informationhe may have gained here, well, I think that we can safely let him takeit back to Germany."
"He was always," Richard continued reminiscently, "a sort of crossbetween a dreamer, an idealist, and a sportsman. There was neveranything of the practical man of affairs about him. He was scrupulouslyhonourable, and almost a purist in his outlook upon life. I have meta great many Germans," Richard went on, "and I've killed a few, thankGod!--but he is about as unlike the ordinary type as any one I ever met.The only pity is that he ever served his time with them."
Philippa had been listening attentively. She was more than ever silentafter her brother's little appreciation of his friend. Richard glancedat her good-humouredly.
"You haven't killed the fatted calf for me in the shape of clothes,Philippa," he observed. "One would think that you were going on ajourney."
She glanced down at her high-necked gown and avoided Helen's anxiouseyes.
"I may go for a walk," she said, "and leave you two young people to talksecrets. I am rather fond of the garden these moonlight nights."
"When is Henry coming back?" her brother enquired.
Philippa's manner was quiet but ominous.
"I have no idea," she confessed. "He comes and goes as the whim seizeshim, and I very seldom know where he is. One week it is whiting andanother codling. Lately he seems to have shown some partiality forLondon life."
Richard's eyes were wide open now.
"You mean to say that he is still not doing anything?"
"Nothing whatever."
"But what excuse does he give--or rather I should say reason?" Richardpersisted.
"He says that he is too old for a ship, and he won't work in an office,"Philippa replied. "That is what he says. His point of view is soimpossible that I can not even discuss it with him."
"It's the rummest go I ever came across," Richard remarkedreminiscently. "I should have said that old Henry would have been up andat 'em at the Admiralty before the first gun was fired."
"On the contrary," Philippa rejoined, "he took advantage of the war tohire a Scotch moor at half-price, about a week after hostilities hadcommenced."
"It's a rum go," Richard repeated. "I can't fancy Henry as a skulker.Forgive me, Philippa," he added.
"You are entirely forgiven," she assured him drily.
"He comes of such a fine fighting stock," Richard mused. "I suppose hishealth is all right?"
"His health," Philippa declared, "is marvellous. I should think he isone of the strongest men I know."
Her brother patted her hand.
"You've been making rather a trouble of it, old girl," he saidaffectionately. "It's no good doing that, you know. You wait and let mehave a talk with Henry."
"I think," she replied, "that nearly everything possible has alreadybeen said to him."
"Perhaps you've put his back up a bit," Richard suggested, "and he mayreally be on the lookout for something all the time."
"It has been a long search!" Philippa retorted, with quiet sarcasm. "Letus talk about something else."
They gossiped for a time over acquaintances and relations, made theirplans for the week--Richard must report at the War Office at once.
Philippa grew more and more silent as the meal drew to a close. It wasat Helen's initiative that they left Richard alone for a moment overhis port. She kept her arm through her friend's as they crossed the hallinto the drawing-room, and closed the door behind them. Philippa stoodupon the hearth rug. Already her mouth had come together in a straightline. Her eyes met Helen's defiantly.
"I know exactly what you are going to say, Helen," she began, "and Iwarn you that it will be of no use."
Helen drew up a small chair and seated herself before the fire.
"Are you going away with Mr. Lessingham, Philippa?" she asked.
"I am," was the calm response. "I made up my mind this afternoon. We areleaving to-night."
Helen stretched out one foot to the blaze.
"Motoring?" she enquired.
"Naturally," Philippa replied. "You know there are no trains leavinghere to-night."
"You'll have a cold ride," Helen remarked. "I should take your heavy furcoat."
Philippa stared at her companion.
"You don't seem much upset, Helen!"
"I think," Helen declared, looking up, "that nothing that has everhappened to me in my life has made me more unhappy, but I can see thatyou have reasoned it all out, and there is not a single argument I coulduse which you haven't already discounted. It is your life, Philippa, notmine."
"Since you are so philosophical," Philippa observed, "let me askyou--should you do what I am going to do, if you were in my place?"
"I should not," was the firm reply.
Philippa laughed heartily.
"Oh, I know what you are going to say!" Helen continued quickly. "You'lltell me, won't you, that I am not temperamental. I think in your heartyou rather despise my absolute fidelity to Richard. You would call itcowlike, or something of that sort. There is a difference between us,Philippa, and that is why I am afraid to argue with you."
"What should you do," Philippa demanded, "if Richard failed you in somegreat thing?"
"I might suffer," Helen confessed, "but my love would be there all thesame. Perhaps for that reason I should suffer the more, but I shouldnever be able to see with those who judged him hardly."
"You think, then," Philippa persisted, "that I ought still to remainHenry's loving and affectionate wife, ready to take my place amongst thepastimes of his life--when he feels inclined, for instance, to wanderfrom his dark lady-love to something petite and of my complexion, orwhen he settles down at home for a few days after a fortnight's sport onthe sea and expects me to tell him the war news?"
"I don't think that I should do that," Helen admitted quietly, "but I amquite certain that I shouldn't run away with another man."
"Why not?"
"Because I should be punishing myself too much."
Philippa's eyes suddenly flashed.
"Helen," she said, "you are not such a fool as you try to make me think.Can't you see what is really at the back of it all in my mind? Can't yourealise that, whatever the punishment it may bring, it will punish Henrymore?"
"I see," Helen observed. "You are running away with Mr. Lessingham toannoy Henry?"
"Oh, he'll be more than annoyed!" Philippa laughed sardonically. "He hasterrible ideas about the sanctity of things that belong to him. He'll beremarkably sheepish for some time to come. He may even feel a few littlestabs. When I have time, I am going to write him a letter which he cankeep for the rest of his life. It won't please him!"
"Where are you--and Mr. Lessingham going to live?" Helen enquired.
"In America, to start with. I've always longed to go to the States."
"What shall you do," Helen continued, "if you don't get out of thecountry safely?"
"Mr. Lessingham seems quite sure that we shall," Philippa replied, "andhe seems a person of many expedients. Of course, if we didn't, I shouldgo back to Cheshire. I should have gone back there, anyway, before now,if Mr. Lessingham hadn't come."
"Well, it all seems very simple," Helen admitted. "I think Mr.Lessingham is a perfectly d
elightful person, and I shouldn't wonder ifyou didn't now and then almost imagine that you were happy."
"You seem to be taking my going very coolly," Philippa remarked.
"I told you how I felt about it just now," Helen reminded her. "Yourgoing is like a great black cloud that I have seen growing larger andlarger, day by day. I think that, in his way, Dick will suffer just asmuch as Henry. We shall all be utterly miserable."
"Why don't you try and persuade me not to go, then?" Philippa demanded."You sit there talking about it as though I were going on an ordinarycountry-house visit."
Helen raised her head, and Philippa saw that her eyes were filled withtears.
"Philippa dear," she said, "if I thought that all the tears that wereever shed, all the words that were ever dragged from one's heart, couldhave any real effect, I'd go on my knees to you now and implore you togive up this idea. But I think--you won't be angry with me, dear?--Ithink you would go just the same."
"You seem to think that I am obstinate," Philippa complained.
"You see, you are temperamental, dear," Helen reminded her. "You have acomplex nature. I know very well that you need the daily love that Henrydoesn't seem to have been willing to give you lately, and I couldn'tstop your turning towards the sun, you know. Only--all the time there'sthat terrible anxiety--are you quite sure it is the sun?"
"You believe in Mr. Lessingham, don't you?" Philippa asked.
"I do indeed," Helen replied. "I am not quite sure, though, that Ibelieve in you."
Philippa was a little startled.
"Well, I never!" she exclaimed. "Exactly what do you mean by that,Helen?"
"I am not quite sure," Helen continued, "that when the moment has reallycome, and your head is upturned and your arms outstretched, and yourfeet have left this world in which you are now, I am not quite sure thatyou will find all that you seek."
"You think he doesn't love me?"
"I am not convinced," Helen replied calmly, "that you love him."
"Why, you idiot," Philippa declared feverishly, "of course I love him!I think he is one of the sweetest, most lovable persons I ever knew,and as to his being a Swede, I shouldn't care whether he were a FijiIslander or a Chinese."
Helen nodded sympathetically.
"I agree with you," she said, "but listen. You know that I haven'tuttered a single word to dissuade you. Well, then, grant me just onething. Before you start off this evening, tell Mr. Lessingham the truth,whatever it may be, the truth which you haven't told me. It very likelywon't make any difference. Two people as nice as you and he, who aregoing to join their lives, generally do, I believe, find the things theyseek. Still, tell him."
Philippa made no reply. Richard opened the door and lingered upon thethreshold. Helen rose to her feet.
"I am coming, Dick," she called out cheerfully. "There's a gorgeous firein the gun room, and two big easy-chairs, and we'll have just the time Ihave been looking forward to all day. You'll tell me things, won't you?"
She looked very sweet as she came towards him, her eyes raised to him,her face full of the one happiness. He passed his arm around her waist.
"I'll try, dear," he said. "You won't be lonely, Philippa?"
"I'll come and disturb you when I am," she promised.
The door closed. She stood gazing down into the fire, listening to theirfootsteps as they crossed the hall.
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