Viviette — Chapter 5
A CRISIS
Viviette having repaired the disorder caused by her tears went down to tea.
Mrs. Ware, Katherine, and a curate deliberately calling or taking shelter from the rain were in the drawing-room.
Austin, to his mother's mild astonishment, had sent down a message to the effect that he was busy.
On ordinary occasions Viviette would have flirted monstrously with the clerical youth, and sent him away undecided whether to offer to share his lodgings and hundred pounds a year with her, or to turn Catholic and become a monk.
But now she had no mind to flirtation.
She left him to the undisturbing wiles of Mrs. Ware, and petted and surreptitiously fed Dick's Irish terrier, whose brown eyes looked pathetic inquiry as to his master's whereabouts.
She was sobered by the uncomprehended scene in the armoury--sobered by Dick's violence and by Austin's final coldness.
A choice had been put before her in deadly earnest; she had refused to make one.
But the choice would have to be made very soon, unless she sent both her lovers packing, a step which she did not for a moment contemplate.
"You must promise to marry one or the other and end this tension," said Katherine, a little later, after the curate had gone with Mrs. Ware to look at her greenhouses.
"I wish to goodness I could marry them both," said Viviette.
"Have a month with each, turn and turn about.
It would be ideal."
"It would be altogether horrid!"
exclaimed Katherine.
"How could such a thought enter your head?"
"I suppose it must have entered every woman's head who has two men she's fond of in love with her at once.
I said yesterday that it was great fun being a woman.
I find it's a d. d.
d.
d.
imposition!"
"For heaven's sake, child, make up your mind quickly," said Katherine.
Viviette sighed.
Which should it be?
Dick, with his great love and rough tenderness and big, protecting arms, or Austin with his conquering ways, his wit, his charm, his perception?
Austin could give her the luxury that her sensuous nature delighted in, social position, the brilliant life of London.
What could Dick give her?
It would always be a joy to dress herself for Austin.
Dick would be content if she went about in raiment made of dusters and bath towels.
In return, what could she give each of these men?
She put the question to herself.
She was not mercenary or heartless.
She gave of herself freely and loved the giving.
What could she give to Austin?
What could she give to Dick?
These questions, in her sober mood, weighed the others down.
When the rain ceased and a pale sun had dried the gravel, she went out into the grounds by herself and faced the problem.
She sighed again--many times.
If only they would let her have her fun out and give her answer six months hence!
Her meditations were cut short by the arrival of a telegraph boy on his bicycle at the front gate.
He gave her the telegram.
It was for Austin.
Her heart beat.
She went into the house with the yellow envelope containing Dick's destiny and mounted to the little room off the first landing which had been Austin's private study since his boyhood.
She knocked.
Austin's voice bade her enter.
He rose from the desk where, pen in hand, he had been sitting before a blank sheet of paper, and without a word took the telegram.
She noticed with a shock that he had curiously changed.
The quick, brisk manner had gone.
His face was grey.
"It is _the_ telegram, isn't it?"
she asked eagerly.
"Yes," said he, handing it to her.
"It's from Lord Overton."
She read: "The very man.
Send him along to me early to-morrow.
Hope he can start immediately."
"Oh, how splendid!"
she exclaimed with a little gasp of happiness.
"How utterly splendid!
Thank heaven!"
"Yes.
Thank heaven," Austin acquiesced gravely.
"I forgot to mention to you that Lord Overton knows Dick personally," he added, after a pause.
"They met at my house the last time Dick was in London."
"This _is_ good news," said Viviette.
"At last I can give him a birthday present worth having."
"He will not be here for his birthday," said Austin, in cold, even tones.
"He must catch the mail to-night."
Viviette echoed: "To-night?"
"And in all probability he will sail for Vancouver in a day or two.
It won't be worth his while to come back here."
She laid a hand on her heart, which fluttered painfully.
"Then--then--we'll never see him again?"
"Probably not."
"I didn't think it would be so sudden," she said, a little wildly.
"Neither did I. But it's for the best."
"But supposing he wants some time to look about him?"
"I'll see to everything," said Austin.
"Anyhow, I must be the first to tell him," said Viviette.
"You will do me a very great favour if you will let me have that privilege," said Austin.
"I make a particular point of it.
I have some serious business to discuss with him before dinner, and that will be the time for me to break the news."
He was no longer the fairy godmother's devoted and humble factotum.
He spoke with a cold air of authority that chilled the fairy godmotherdom in Viviette's bosom.
Her prettly little scheme dwindled into childishness before the dark, incomprehended thing that had happened.
She assented with unusual meekness.
"But I'm desperately disappointed," she said.
"My dear Viviette," he answered more kindly, and looking at her with some wistfulness, "the pleasures and even the joy of life have to give way to the sober, business side of existence.
It isn't very gay, I know, but we can't alter it."
He held out his hand.
Instinctively she gave him hers.
He raised it to his lips and held the door open for her.
She went out scarcely knowing that she had been dismissed.
Austin closed the door, stood unsteadily for a moment like a man stricken with great pain, and then, sitting down at his desk again, put his elbows on the table, rested his head in his hands, and stared at the white piece of paper.
When would Dick come home?
He had given orders that Dick should be asked to go to him as soon as he arrived.
Would Dick ever come home again?
It was quite possible that some misfortune might have happened.
Tragedy is apt to engender tragedy.
He shuddered, hearing in his fancy the tramp of men, and seeing a shrouded thing they carried across the hall.
He bitterly accused himself for not having sought Dick far and wide as soon as he had made his ghastly discovery.
But he had required time to recover his balance.
The horrible suddenness had stunned him.
Attempted fratricide is not a common happening in gentle families.
He had to accustom himself to the atmosphere of the abnormal, so as to state the psychological case in its numberless ramifications.
This he had done.
His head was clear.
His unalterable decision made.
Now the minutes dragged with leaden feet until Dick should come.
Viviette was the first to see him.
She had dressed early for dinner, and, as the late June afternoon had turned out fine, was taking her problem out to air on the terrace when she came upon him standing at the door of his armoury.
His hair was wet and matted, his eyes bloodshot, his clothes dripping, and he himself splashed with mud from head to foot.
He trembled all over, shaken by a great terror.
The case of pistols had gone.
Who had taken them?
Had the loaded pistol been discovered?
As Viviette appeared, robed in deep blue chiffon that seemed torn from the deep blue evening sky, and looking, in the man's maddened eyes, magically beautiful, he held out imploring hands.
"Come in for a moment.
For the love of God come in for a moment."
He stepped back invitingly.
She hesitated for a second on the threshold, and then followed him down the dim gallery, past the screen where all the swords and helmets lay scattered on the table.
He looked at her haggardly, and she met his gaze with kind eyes in which there was no mockery.
No. Nothing had happened, he told himself; otherwise she would shrink from him as from something accursed.
"My God, if you knew how I love you!"
he said hoarsely.
"My God, if you only knew!"
His suffering racked her heart.
All her pity melted over him.
She laid her caressing fingers on his arm.
"Oh, my poor Dick!"
she said.
[Illustration: He held out imploring hands.
] The touch, the choke in her voice, brought about Viviette's downfall.
Perhaps she meant it to do so.
Who can tell?
What woman ever knows?
In a flash his arms were around her and his kisses, a wild, primitive man's kisses, were on her lips, her eyes, her cheeks.
Her face was crushed against the rough wet tweed of his coat, and its odour, raw and coarse, was in her nostrils.
She drooped, intoxicated, gasping for breath in his unheeding giant's grip, but she made no effort to escape.
As he held her a thrill, agonising and delicious, swept through her, and she raised her lips involuntarily to his and closed her eyes.
At last he released her, mangled, tousled, her very self a draggled piece of chiffon like the night-blue frock, soiled with wet and mud.
"Forgive me," he said, "I had no right.
Least of all now.
God knows what is to become of me.
But whatever happens, you know that I love you."
She had her hands clasped before her face.
She could not look at him.
"Yes, I know," she murmured.
In another moment he had gone, leaving Viviette, who had entered the room a girl, transformed into a woman with the first shiver of passion in her veins.
Dick, vaguely conscious of damp and dirt, went up to his bedroom.
The sight of his evening things spread out on the bed reminded him that it was nearly dinner-time.
Mechanically he washed and dressed.
As he was buckling on his ready-made white tie--his clumsy fingers, in spite of many lessons from Viviette, had never learned the trick of tying a bow--a maid brought him a message.
Mr. Austin's compliments and would he see Mr. Austin for a few moments in Mr. Austin's room.
The words were like the dreaded tap on the shoulder of the hunted criminal.
"I'll come at once," he said.
He found Austin sitting on the chair by his desk, resting his chin on his elbow.
He did not stir as Dick entered.
"You want to speak to me?"
"Yes," said Austin.
"Will you sit down?"
"I'll stand," said Dick impatiently.
"What have you to say to me?"
"I believe you have expressed your desire to leave England and earn your living in a new country.
Is that so?"
The brothers' eyes met.
Dick saw that the loaded pistol had been discovered, and read no love, no pity, only condemnation in the hard gaze.
Austin was pronouncing sentence.
"Yes," he replied sullenly.
"I happen," said Austin, "to know of an excellent opportunity.
Lord Overton, whom you have met, wants a man to take charge of his timber forests in Vancouver.
The salary is £700 a year.
I wired to Lord Overton asking for the appointment on your behalf.
This is his answer."
Dick took the telegram and read it with muddled head.
Austin had lost no time.
"You see, it fits in admirably.
You can start by the night mail.
Your sudden departure needs no other explanation to the household than this telegram.
I hope you understand."
"I understand," said Dick bitterly.
A sudden memory of words that Viviette had used the day before occurred to him.
"I understand.
This is to get me out of the way.
'David put Uriah in the forefront of the battle.'
Vancouver is the forefront."
"Don't you think we had better avoid all unprofitable discussion?"
Austin rose and confronted him.
"I expect you to accept this offer and my conditions."
"And if I refuse?"
asked Dick, with rising anger.
"What dare you threaten me with?"
Austin raised a deprecatory hand.
"Do you suppose I'm going to threaten you?
I simply expect you not to refuse.
Your conscience must tell you that I have the right to do so.
Doesn't it?"
Dick glowered sullenly at the wall and tugged his great moustache.
"You force me to touch on things I should have liked to keep hidden," said Austin.
"Very well."
He took a scrap of crumpled paper from the desk.
"Do you recognise this?
It formed the wad of the pistol that was in _your_ hand."
Dick started back a pace.
"You're wrong," he gasped.
"It was _your_ pistol that was loaded."
"No. Yours.
The cap missed fire, or I should have been a dead man--murdered by my brother."
"Stop," cried Dick.
"Not murdered.
No, no, not murdered.
It was in fair fight.
I gave you the choice.
When I thought I had the unloaded one I called on you to fire.
Why the devil didn't you?
I wanted you to fire.
I
was mad for you to fire.
I wanted to be killed there and then.
No one can say I shirked it.
I gave you your chance."
"That's nothing to do with it," said Austin sternly.
"When you fired you meant murder.
Your face meant killing.
And supposing I had fired--and killed you!
Good God!
I would sooner you had killed me than burdened my soul with your death.
It would have been less cowardly.
Yes, cowardly.
The conditions were not even.
To me it was trivial fooling.
To you, deadly earnest.
Are you not man enough to see that I have the right to exact some penalty?"
Dick remained silent for a few moments, while the powers of light and darkness struggled together in his soul.
At last he said in a low voice, hanging his head: "I'll accept your terms."
"You leave by the night mail for Witherby."
"Very well."
"There's another point," said Austin.
"The most important point of all.
You will not speak alone to Viviette before you start."
Dick turned with an angry flash, "What?"
"You will not speak to Viviette alone.
When you are gone--for there is no need for you to come back here before you sail--you will not write to her.
You will go absolutely and utterly out of her life."
Dick broke into harsh, furious laughter.
"And leave her to you?
I might have known that the lawyer would have had me in the trap.
But this time you've over-reached yourself.
I'll never give her up.
Do you hear me?
Never--never--never!
I would go through the horror of to-day a thousand times--day by day until I die, rather than give her up to you.
You shall not take this last thing from me--this hope of winning her--as you have taken everything else.
You have supplanted me since first you learned to speak.
It has been Esau and Jacob--" "Or Cain and Abel," said Austin.
"You can taunt me if you like," cried Dick, goaded to fury, and the whole bitterness of a lifetime surging up in passionate speech.
"I have got past feeling it.
Your life has been one continual taunt of me.
You have thought me a dull, good-natured boor, delighted to have a word thrown at him now and again by the elegant gentleman, and rather honoured than otherwise to be ridden over roughshod, or kicked into the mud when it pleased the elegant gentleman to ride by.
No, listen to me," he thundered, as Austin was about to protest.
"By God, you shall listen this time.
You've made me your butt, your fool, your doer of trivial offices.
I've wondered sometimes why you haven't addressed me as 'my good fellow,' and asked me to touch my cap to you.
I've borne it all these years without complaining--but do you know what it is to eat your heart out and remain silent?
I have borne it for my mother's sake--in spite of her dislike of me--and for your sake, because I loved you.
Yes.
If ever one man has loved another I've loved you.
But you took no heed.
What was my affection worth?
I was only the stupid, dull boor ...
but I suffered it all till you came between me and her.
I had spent the whole passion of my life upon her.
She was the only thing left in the world for which I felt fiercely.
I hungered for her, thirsted for her, my brain throbbed at the thought of her, the blood rushed through my veins at the sight of her.
And you came between us.
And if I have damned my soul, by God!
the damnation is your doing.
Do you think, while I live, that I'll give her up to you?
I'll get my soul's worth, anyhow."
He smote his palm with his clenched fist and strode about the little room.
Austin sat for a while dumb with astonishment and dismay.
His cherished, lifelong conception of "dear old Dick" lay shattered.
A new Dick appeared to him, a personality stronger, deeper than he could have imagined.
A new respect for him, also a new pity that was generous and not contemptuous, crept into his heart.
"Listen, Dick," said he, using the familiar name for the first time.
"Do I understand that you accuse me of sending you out to Vancouver and hastening your departure so as to gain my own ends with Viviette?"
"Yes," returned Dick.
"I do.
You have laid this trap for me."
"Have you ever heard me lie to you?"
"No," said Dick.
"Then I tell you, as man to man, that until this afternoon I had no suspicion that your feelings towards Viviette were deeper than those of an elder brother."
Dick laughed bitterly.
"You couldn't conceive a clod like me falling in love.
Well?"
"That's beside the question," said Austin.
"I did not behave dishonourably towards you.
