BILLY TAKES HER TURN AT QUESTIONING
Arkwright did not call to see Alice Greggory for some days. He did not want to see Alice now.
He told himself wearily that she could not help him fight this tiger skin that lay across his path, The very fact of her presence by his side would, indeed, incapacitate himself for fighting. So he deliberately stayed away from the Annex until the day before he sailed for Germany. Then he went out to say good-by.
Chagrined as he was at what he termed his imbecile stupidity in not knowing his own heart all these past months, and convinced, as he also was, that Alice and Calderwell cared for each other, he could see no way for him but to play the part of a man of kindliness and honor, leaving a clear field for his preferred rival, and bringing no shadow of regret to mar the happiness of the girl he loved.
As for being his old easy, frank self on this last call, however, that was impossible; so Alice found plenty of fuel for her still burning fires of suspicion--fires which had, indeed, blazed up anew at this second long period of absence on the part of Arkwright. Naturally, therefore, the call was anything but a joy and comfort to either one.
Arkwright was nervous, gloomy, and abnormally gay by turns. Alice was nervous and abnormally gay all the time. Then they said good-by and Arkwright went away. He sailed the next day, and Alice settled down to the summer of study and hard work she had laid out for herself.
On the tenth of September Billy came home.
She was brown, plump-cheeked, and smiling. She declared that she had had a perfectly beautiful time, and that there couldn't be anything in the world nicer than the trip she and Bertram had taken--just they two together. In answer to Aunt Hannah's solicitous inquiries, she asserted that she was all well and rested now. But there was a vaguely troubled questioning in her eyes that Aunt Hannah did not quite like. Aunt Hannah, however, said nothing even to Billy herself about this.
One of the first friends Billy saw after her return was Hugh Calderwell. As it happened Bertram was out when he came, so Billy had the first half-hour of the call to herself. She was not sorry for this, as it gave her a chance to question Calderwell a little concerning Alice Greggory--something she had long ago determined to do at the first opportunity.
``Now tell me everything--everything about everybody,'' she began diplomatically, settling herself comfortably for a good visit.
``Thank you, I'm well, and have had a passably agreeable summer, barring the heat, sundry persistent mosquitoes, several grievous disappointments, and a felon on my thumb,'' he began, with shameless imperturbability. ``I have been to Revere once, to the circus once, to Nantasket three times, and to Keith's and the `movies' ten times, perhaps--to be accurate. I have also--But perhaps there was some one else you desired to inquire for,'' he broke off, turning upon his hostess a bland but unsmiling countenance.
``Oh, no, how could there be?'' twinkled Billy.
``Really, Hugh, I always knew you had a pretty good opinion of yourself, but I didn't credit you with thinking you were _everybody_. Go on. I'm so interested!''
Hugh chuckled softly; but there was a plaintive tone in his voice as he answered.
``Thanks, no. I've rather lost my interest now. Lack of appreciation always did discourage me. We'll talk of something else, please. You enjoyed your trip?''
``Very much. It just couldn't have been nicer!''
``You were lucky. The heat here has been something fierce!''
``What made you stay?''
``Reasons too numerous, and one too heart-breaking, to mention. Besides, you forget,'' with dignity. ``There is my profession. I have joined the workers of the world now, you know.''
``Oh, fudge, Hugh!'' laughed Billy. ``You know very well you're as likely as not to start for the ends of the earth to-morrow morning!''
Hugh drew himself up.
``I don't seem to succeed in making people understand that I'm serious,'' he began aggrievedly.
``I--'' With an expressive flourish of his hands he relaxed suddenly, and fell back in his chair. A slow smile came to his lips.
``Well, Billy, I'll give up. You've hit it,'' he confessed. ``I _have_ thought seriously of starting to-morrow morning for _half-way_ to the ends of the earth--Panama.''
``Hugh!''
``Well, I have. Even this call was to be a good-by--if I went.''
``Oh, Hugh! But I really thought--in spite of my teasing--that you had settled down, this time.''
``Yes, so did I,'' sighed the man, a little soberly.
``But I guess it's no use, Billy. Oh, I'm coming back, of course, and link arms again with their worthy Highnesses, John Doe and Richard Roe;but just now I've got a restless fit on me. I want to see the wheels go 'round. Of course, if I had my bread and butter and cigars to earn, 'twould be different. But I haven't, and I know I haven't;and I suspect that's where the trouble lies. If it wasn't for those natal silver spoons of mine that Bertram is always talking about, things might be different. But the spoons are there, and always have been; and I know they're all ready to dish out mountains to climb and lakes to paddle in, any time I've a mind to say the word. So--Ijust say the word. That's all.''
``And you've said it now?''
``Yes, I think so; for a while.''
``And--those reasons that _have_ kept you here all summer,'' ventured Billy, ``they aren't in--er--commission any longer?''
``No.''
Billy hesitated, regarding her companion meditatively. Then, with the feeling that she had followed a blind alley to its termination, she retreated and made a fresh start.
``Well, you haven't yet told me everything about everybody, you know,'' she hinted smilingly. ``You might begin that--I mean the less important everybodies, of course, now that I've heard about you.''
``Meaning--''
``Oh, Aunt Hannah, and the Greggorys, and Cyril and Marie, and the twins, and Mr. Arkwright, and all the rest.''
``But you've had letters, surely.''
