Biddy clapped her hands,and began to dance across the carpet.
"Father's going to read to us,father's going to read to us,"she cried,finally clambering up on my knee and snuggling against me.
"Where is the place?"I asked.
But Maude had left the room.She had gone swiftly and silently.
"I'll find it,"said Moreton.
I began to read,but I scarcely knew what I was reading,my fingers tightening over Biddy's little knee....
Presently Miss Allsop,the governess,came in.She had been sent by Maude.There was wistfulness in Biddy's voice as I kissed her good night.
"Father,if you would only read oftener!"she said,"I like it when you read--better than anyone else."....
Maude and I were alone that night.As we sat in the library after our somewhat formal,perfunctory dinner,I ventured to ask her why she had gone away when I had offered to read.
"I couldn't bear it,Hugh,"she answered.
"Why?"I asked,intending to justify myself.
She got up abruptly,and left me.I did not follow her.In my heart Iunderstood why....
Some years had passed since Ralph's prophecy had come true,and Perry and the remaining Blackwoods had been "relieved"of the Boyne Street line.
The process need not be gone into in detail,being the time-honoured one employed in the Ribblevale affair of "running down"the line,or perhaps it would be better to say "showing it up."It had not justified its survival in our efficient days,it had held out--thanks to Perry--with absurd and anachronous persistence against the inevitable consolidation.
Mr.Tallant's newspaper had published many complaints of the age and scarcity of the cars,etc.;and alarmed holders of securities,in whose vaults they had lain since time immemorial,began to sell....I saw little of Perry in those days,as I have explained,but one day I met him in the Hambleton Building,and he was white.
"Your friends are doing thus,Hugh,"he said.
"Doing what?"
"Undermining the reputation of a company as sound as any in this city,a company that's not overcapitalized,either.And we're giving better service right now than any of your consolidated lines."...
He was in no frame of mind to argue with;the conversation was distinctly unpleasant.I don't remember what I said sething to the effect that he was excited,that his language was extravagant.But after he had walked off and left me I told Dickinson that he ought to be given a chance,and one of our younger financiers,Murphree,went to Perry and pointed out that he had nothing to gain by obstruction;if he were only reasonable,he might come into the new corporation on the same terms with the others.
All that Murphree got for his pains was to be ordered out of the office by Perry,who declared that he was being bribed to desert the other stockholders.
"He utterly failed to see the point of view,"Murphree reported in some astonishment to Dickinson.
"What else did he say?"Mr.Dickinson asked.
Murphree hesitated.
"Well--what?"the banker insisted.
"He wasn't quite himself,"said Murphree,who was a comparative newcomer in the city and had a respect for the Blackwood name."He said that that was the custom of thieves:when they were discovered,they offered to divide.He swore that he would get justice in the courts."Mr.Dickinson smiled....
Thus Perry,through his obstinacy and inability to adapt himself to new conditions,had gradually lost both caste and money.He resigned from the Boyne Club.I was rather sorry for him.Tom naturally took the matter to heart,but he never spoke of it;I found that I was seeing less of him,though we continued to dine there at intervals,and he still came to my house to see the children.Maude continued to see Lucia.For me,the situation would have been more awkward had I been less occupied,had my relationship with Maude been a closer one.Neither did she mention Perry in those days.The income that remained to him being sufficient for him and his family to live on comfortably,he began to devote most of his time to various societies of a semipublic nature until--in the spring of which I write his activities suddenly became concentrated in the organization of a "Citizens Union,"whose avowed object was to make a campaign against "graft"and political corruption the following autumn.This announcement and the call for a mass-meeting in Kingdon Hall was received by the newspapers with a good-natured ridicule,and in influential quarters it was generally hinted that this was Mr.Blackwood's method of "getting square"for having been deprived of the Boyne Street line.It was quite characteristic of Ralph Hambleton that he should go,out of curiosity,to the gathering at Kingdon Hall,and drop into my office the next morning.
"Well,Hughie,they're after you,"he said with a grin.
"After me?Why not include yourself?"
He sat down and stretched his long legs and his long arms,and smiled as he gaped.
"Oh,they'll never get me,"he said.And I knew,as I gazed at him,that they never would.
"What sort of things did they say?"I asked.
"Haven't you read the Pilot and the Mail and State?""I just glanced over them.Did they call names?""Call names!I should say they did.They got drunk on it,worked themselves up like dervishes.They didn't cuss you personally,--that'll come later,of course.Judd Jason got the heaviest shot,but they said he couldn't exist a minute if it wasn't for the 'respectable'crowd--capitalists,financiers,millionaires and their legal tools.Fact is,they spoke a good deal of truth,first and last,in a fool kind of way.""Truth!"I exclaimed irritatedly.
Ralph laughed.He was evidently enjoying himself.
