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Vickers a strong sense of the absurdity of his request. "I asked you a question," said the latter gentleman, glaring at him. "I haven't got a couple o' pounds," replied Mr. Tasker; "and if I 'ad, there's nine hundred and ninety-nine things I would sooner do with it than lend it to you." Mr. Vickers rose and stood regarding the ignoble creature with profound contempt.
I love her all the deeper for what she has been through. I want to make her life happy, make it up to her somehow, if I can." The Colonel rose and with an old man's slow step went over to the office door and locked it. "Vickers," he said as he turned around from the door, still averting his shamed face, "you must be crazy, out of your mind, my son!"
Vickers which that gentleman declined to accept on any terms, he broke in and began to give his own version of the affair. Much to Joseph's surprise the captain listened patiently. "Did you buy all those things, Joseph?" he inquired, carelessly, as Mr. Vickers paused for breath. "Cert'nly not, sir," replied Mr. Tasker. "Where should I get the money from?"
"He said that I ought to wear threes by rights," said Mrs. Vickers; "I used to." "And I s'pose," said Mr. Vickers, who had been listening to these remarks with considerable impatience "I s'pose there's a bran' new suit o' clothes, and a pair o' boots, and 'arf-a-dozen shirts, and a new hat hid upstairs for me?" "Yes, they're hid all right," retorted the dutiful Miss Vickers.
She had no reply to make to this, but she was vaguely disturbed over the expression in Vickers' eyes; that look seemed to indicate that her own first impression of the two men, and Uncle Jepson's later condemnation of them, might be correct. However, they did not bother her, and she felt certain that Masten could care for himself.
"I've been trying over some things with Lester at his rooms, and came in for a bite. I thought you were going to the theatre, Belle?" "We are!" Cairy exclaimed, looking at his watch. "We'll about get the last act!" Vickers fingered his roll and did not look at Isabelle. Suddenly she cried: "Take me home, Vick! ... Good-night, Tom!" She hurried nervously from the place.
Conry, Vickers learned, was his neighbor's name, and she was taking lessons in singing, preparing herself, he gathered, for professional work, a widow, he supposed, until he heard the little girl say one day, "when we go home to father, we are going home, mother, aren't we? Soon?" And when the mother answered something unintelligible, the little girl with a child's subtle tact was silent....
You can see her vitality in her face as many lives as a cat. But she'd bring infection quicker than anybody." "I'll I'll go at once," cried poor Vickers, turning round. The woman of whom they were speaking met him on the ladder. Her face was paler than usual, and dark circles round her eyes gave evidence of a sleepless night.
In the confusion at the pier while the numerous trunks were being disgorged, Vickers stood apart with Delia Conry and had an opportunity to observe the quiet, efficient manner in which John Lane arranged everything. He had greeted Isabelle and his mother impartially, with a family kiss for both.
It ran all the winter, and this new one they say will also make a great hit." Vickers, who remembered Cairy in college as one always endeavoring after things out of his reach, looked mildly surprised. "I hadn't heard that he was a dramatist," he said. "I wish you would do something!"
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