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Jarrott looked at him for a minute in surprise. "So much the better tanto mejor," he said, after a brief pause, and passed on. He was again thinking how easy it had been, as he stood, more than three years later, on the bluffs of Rosario, watching the sacks of wheat glide down the long chute full seventy feet into the hold of the Walmer Castle.
At the end of an hour he had undertaken not to molest Miss Jarrott, or to fight that "confounded South-American," or to say a word of any kind to Evie till she was ready to say a word to him. He became impressed with the necessity for diplomatic action and, after some persuasion, promised to submit to guidance at any rate, for a time. "And now, Billy, I'm going to write a note.
It was the day which saw Edge the proud winner of the Gordon Bennett Cup, and the morning upon which Jarrott broke up his bedroom furniture to stiffen the frame of his 70-h.p. Panhard.
He's going to Buenos Aires to tell Uncle Jarrott he didn't do it and when he comes back we're going to make it generally known. Oh, there's to be law about it and everything. He means to change his name again to what it was before Ford, the name was and I must say, Miriam, I like that a good deal better than Strange, if you don't mind my telling you.
Strange, if I met you fifty years from now. I noticed you when you first began to work for Stephens and Jarrott. So did my sister-in-law, but I noticed you first. We've often spoken of you, especially after we knew your name was Strange. It seemed to us so strange. That's a pun, isn't it? I often make them. We both thought you were like what Henry that's Mr.
"That's Jenkins," Mr. Jarrott finished, quietly. Strange said nothing. After all, he was relieved. Mr. Jarrott did not go on at once, but when he did speak Strange fell back into the depths of his arm-chair, in an attitude suggestive of physical collapse. "And if Jenkins came back here," the old man pursued, "you'd have to take his place in New York."
"We'll keep the matter between ourselves in the family, I mean for the time being," he said, with another slowly breaking smile; "but the ladies will want to wish you luck. You must come into the drawing-room and see them." They were half-way to the door when Mr. Jarrott paused. "And, of course, you'll go to New York? I didn't think it necessary to ask you if you cared to make the change."
Furthermore, Miss Colfax was seizing the opportunity to travel with them to Southampton, where she would be able to join friends who would take her to New York. There was even a rumor that Miss Jarrott was to accompany her niece, but Mrs. Green was unable to vouch for the truth of it.
Jarrott advanced as far out of the circle of her griefs to welcome him as it was possible for her languorous spirit to emerge. Miss Jarrott, friendly from the first, attached him to the wheels of her social chariot with an air of affectionate possession.
It was with a certain sense of discovery that, by peering through the rose-colored twilight, Miriam discerned now a Jarrott or a Colfax, now an Endsleigh or a Pole faces more or less well known to her which she had not had time to recognize during the few hurried minutes in the drawing-room.
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