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He broke off more from lack of breath than lack of matter; and Desmond, who had risen to cope with the intruder, put both hands upon the Boy's shoulders, a great kindliness softening his eyes.
"My dear Harry, don't distress yourself," he said. "I appreciate your generosity a good deal more than I care to say. But you are not in any way to blame for the loss of Diamond."
"But, Desmond--I don't understand----"
"There are more things in heaven and earth...!" Desmond quoted, smiling. "It's like your impertinence to understand everything at four-and-twenty."
"Oh, shut up!" the other retorted, laughing in spite of himself.
"Can't you see I'm in earnest? You don't mean to tell me----?"
"No, Harry, I don't mean to tell you anything about it. I'm not responsible to you for my actions. Stay and have a pipe with me to cool you down a bit. Not another word about my affairs, or I take you by the shoulders and put you outside the door."
Thus much for Denvil. But the rest could not be treated in this summary fas.h.i.+on.
Wyndham put in an appearance at polo that afternoon. He played fitfully; and at other times rode out to the ground, which lay a mile or so beyond the station. To-day it chanced--or possibly Paul so contrived it--that he and Desmond rode home together, a little behind the others.
A low sun stretched out all the hills; distorted the shadows of the riders; and flung a golden pollen of radiance over the barren land.
The habit of silence was strong between these two men; and for a while it lasted unbroken. Desmond was riding his favourite pony, a spirited chestnut Arab, swift as a swallow, sensitive as a child, bearing on his forehead the white star to which he owed his name. The snaffle hung loose upon his neck, and Desmond's hand rested upon the silken shoulder as if in a mute caress. He knew what was coming, and awaited Paul's pleasure with stoical resignation.
Wyndham considered the strong, straight lines of his friend's profile thoughtfully; then he spoke:
"You gave us all rather a shock this morning, Theo."
"I'm sorry for that. I was afraid there'd be some bother about it. But needs must--when the devil drives."
"The devil that drives you is your own incurable pride," Paul answered with unusual warmth. "You know, without forcing me to put it in words, that every rupee I possess is at your service. You might have given me a chance before going such lengths as this."
Desmond shook his head. The man's fastidious soul revolted from the idea of using Paul's money to pay his wife's bills.
"Not in these circ.u.mstances," he said. "It wasn't pride that held me back; but a natural sense of the justice and--fitness of things. You must take that on trust, Paul."
"Why, of course, my dear chap. But how about the fitness of parting with that pony just before the tournament? As captain of the team, do you think you are acting quite fairly by the Regiment?"
The shot told. Among soldiers of the best sort the Regiment is apt to be a fetish, and to Desmond the lightest imputation of disregard for its welfare was intolerable.
"Is that how the other fellows look at it?" he asked, a troubled note in his voice.
"Well, if they do, one can hardly blame them. They naturally want to know what you mean to do about the tournament after you have let your best pony go? I take it for granted that you have some sort of plan in your head."
"Yes. I am counting on you to lend me Esmeralda. It's only the 6th now; and if I train her for all I'm worth between this and the 20th, I can get her up to the scratch."
Paul's answering smile was oddly compact of tenderness and humour.
"So that's your notion? You'll deign to make use of me so far? Upon my soul, Theo, you deserve that I should refuse, since you won't give me the satisfaction of doing what would be far more to the purpose."
Desmond looked his friend steadily in the eyes.
"You'll not refuse, though," he said quietly, and Paul shook his head.
By way of thanks, Theo laid his hand impulsively upon Wyndham's arm.
"I'm sure you understand, dear old man, that it's not easy or pleasant for me to part with Diamond, or to shut you out and refuse your help; but I can't endure that the rest of them should think me slack or careless of their interests."
"They know you far too well to think anything of the sort. By the way, what arrangements are you making for Lah.o.r.e?"
"None at all. Honor will go, I daresay; and I shall run down for the polo. But fifteen days' leave is out of the question."
Paul turned sharply in his saddle.
"Now, look here, Theo--you're going too far. I make no offer this time. I simply insist!"
Desmond hesitated. The thought of Evelyn was knocking at his heart.
"You know I hate accepting that sort of thing," he objected, "even from you."
Wyndham laughed.
"That's your peculiar form of selfishness, my dear chap. You want to keep the monopoly of giving in your own hands. Very wholesome for you to have the tables turned. Besides," urged the diplomatist, boldly laying down his trump card, "it would be a great disappointment to your wife not to go down with us all and see the matches."
"Yes. That's just the difficulty."
"I'm delighted to hear it! The Lah.o.r.e week shall be my Christmas present to her and you; and there's an end of _that_ dilemma."
"Thank you, Paul," Desmond said simply. "I'll tell her to-night. Come over to dinner," he added as they parted. "The Ollivers will be there; and I may stand in need of protection."
The sound of music greeted him from the hall, and he found Honor playing alone in the dusk.
"Please go on," he said, as she rose to greet him. "It's what I want more than anything at this moment."
The girl flushed softly, and turned back to the instrument. Any one who had heard her playing before Desmond came in, could scarcely have failed to note the subtle change in its quality. She made of her music a voice of sympathy, evolved from the heart of the great German masters; whose satisfying strength and simplicity--so far removed from the restless questioning of our later day--were surely the outcome of a large faith in G.o.d; of the certainty that effort, aspiration, and endurance, despite their seeming futility, can never fail to be very much worth while.
In this fas.h.i.+on Honor rea.s.sured her friend to his complete comprehension; and while he sat listening and watching her in the half light, he fell to wondering how it came about that this girl, with her generous warmth of heart, her twofold beauty of the spirit and the flesh, should still be finding her central interest in the lives of others rather than in her own. Was the inevitable awakening over and done with? Or was it yet to come? He inclined to the latter view, and the thought of Paul sprang to his mind. Here, surely, was the one woman worthy of his friend. But then, Paul held strong views about marriage, and it was almost impossible to picture the good fellow in love.
Nevertheless, the good fellow was, at that time, more profoundly, more irrevocably in love than Desmond himself had ever been, notwithstanding the fact of his marriage. His theories had proved mere dust in the balance when weighed against his strong, simple-hearted love for Honor Meredith. Yet the pa.s.sing of nine months found him no nearer to open recantation. If a man has learnt nothing else by the time he is thirty-eight, he has usually gained possession of his soul, and at no stage of his life had Paul shown the least talent for taking a situation by storm. In the attainment of Honor's friends.h.i.+p, this most modest of men felt himself blest beyond desert; and watch as he might for the least indication of a deeper feeling, he had hitherto watched in vain. It never occurred to him that his peculiarly reticent form of wooing--if wooing it could be called--was hardly calculated to enlighten her as to the state of his heart. He merely reined in his great longing and awaited possible developments; accepting, in all thankfulness, the certain good that was his, and determined not to risk the loss of it without some hope of greater gain.
But of all these things Desmond guessed nothing as he sat, in the dusk of that December evening, speculating on the fate of the girl whose friends.h.i.+p he frankly regarded as one of the goodliest gifts of life.
When at last she rose from the piano, he rose also.
"_Thank_ you," he said with quiet emphasis. "How well you understand!"
"Don't let yourself be troubled by anything the Ollivers may say or think," she answered softly. "You are doing your simple duty, Theo, and I am sure Major Wyndham, even without knowing all the facts, will understand quite as well--as I do."
With that she left him, because the fulness of her understanding put a check upon further speech.
That night, when the little party had broken up without open warfare, and Desmond stood alone with his wife before the drawing-room fire, he told her of Wyndham's generosity.
"You'll get your week at Lah.o.r.e, Ladybird," he said. "And you owe it to Paul. He wishes us to accept the trip as his Christmas present."