The Adventures of a Modest Man. Chambers Robert William

said Harroll, slowly pacing the rug in front of the fire, "it's curious, isn't it? – but, do you know, I think that I am going to marry Catharine one of these days?"

      "Oh, I think not," replied Mr. Delancy amiably. "And perhaps this is a good opportunity to say good-by for a while. You know we go to Palm Beach to-morrow?"

      "Catharine told me," said the young man, placidly. "So I've wired for quarters at The Breakers – for two weeks."

      The two men smiled at one another.

      "You take your vacation late," said Mr. Delancy.

      "Not too late, I trust."

      "You think you can afford Palm Beach, Jim?"

      "No; but I'm going."

      Mr. Delancy rose and stood thoughtfully twirling his monocle by the string. Then he threw away his cigar, concealed a yawn, and glanced gravely at the clock on the mantel.

      "May I go in and say good-night to Catharine, sir?" asked young Harroll.

      Mr. Delancy looked bored, but nodded civilly enough.

      "And, Jim," he drawled, as the young man started toward the drawing-room, "I wouldn't go to Palm Beach if I were you."

      "Yes, you would, sir – if you were I."

      "Young man," said Mr. Delancy, mildly, "I'm damned if I have you for a son-in-law! Good-night."

      They shook hands. Harroll walked into the drawing-room and found it empty. The music-room, however, was lighted, and Catharine Delancy sat tucked up in a deep window-seat, studying a map of southern Florida and feeding bonbons to an enormous white Persian cat.

      "Jim," she said, raising her dark eyes as he sauntered up, "you and father have lately fallen into the disreputable habit of sitting behind closed doors and gossiping. You have done it thirteen times in three months. Don't be such pigs; scandal, like other pleasures, was meant to be shared."

      At a gesture of invitation he seated himself beside her and lifted the Persian pussy to his lap.

      "Well," she inquired, "are you really going with us?"

      "I can't go when you do, but I'm going to The Breakers for a week or two – solely to keep an eye on your behavior."

      "That is jolly!" she said, flushing with pleasure. "Was father pleased when you told him?"

      "He didn't say he was pleased."

      "He is always reticent," she said, quickly. "But won't it be too jolly for words! We'll travel miles and miles together in bicycle-chairs, and we'll yacht and bathe and ride and golf, and catch amber-jack and sharks, and – you'll persuade father to let me gamble just once at the club – won't you?"

      "Not much! Where did you hear that sort of talk, Catharine?"

      "Don't tweak Omar's tail and I'll tell you – there! you've done it again, and I won't tell you."

      He fell to stroking the cat's fur, gazing the while into space with an absent eye that piqued her curiosity. For a year now he had acquired that trick of suddenly detaching himself from earth and gazing speculatively toward heaven, lost in a revery far from flattering to the ignored onlooker. And now he was doing it again under her very nose. What was he thinking about? He seemed, all at once, a thousand miles removed from her. Where were his thoughts?

      Touched in her amour propre, she quietly resumed the map of southern Florida; but even the rustle of the paper did not disturb his self-centred and provoking meditation.

      She looked at him, looked at the map, considered him again, and finally watched him.

      Suddenly, for the first time in her life, she thought him dangerously attractive. Surprised and interested, she regarded him in this new light, impersonally for the moment. So far away had he apparently drifted in his meditation that it seemed to her as though she were observing a stranger – a most interesting and most unusual young man.

      He turned and looked her straight in the eyes.

      Twenty-two, and her first season half over, and to be caught blushing like a school-girl!

      There was no constraint; her self-possession cooled her cheeks – and he was not looking at her, after all: he was looking through her, at something his fancy focused far, far beyond her.

      Never had she thought any man half as attractive as this old friend in a new light – this handsome, well-built, careless young fellow absorbed in thoughts which excluded her. No doubt he was so habituated to herself in all her moods that nothing except the friendliest indifference could ever —

      To her consternation another tint of warm color slowly spread over neck and cheek. He rose at the same moment, dropped the cat back among the cushions, and smiling down at her, held out his hand. She took it, met his eyes with an effort; but what message she divined in them Heaven alone knows, for all at once her heart stood still and a strange thrill left her fingers nerveless in his hand.

      He was saying slowly, "Then I shall see you at Palm Beach next week?"

      "Yes… You will come, won't you?"

      "Yes, I will come."

      "But if you – change your mind?"

      "I never change. May I write you?"

      "Good-night… You may write me if you wish."

      "I will write, every day – if you don't mind."

      "No – I don't mind," she said thoughtfully.

      She withdrew her hand and stood perfectly still as he left the room. She heard a servant open the door, she heard Harroll's quick step echo on the stoop, then the door closed.

      A second later Mr. Delancy in the library was aroused from complacent meditation by the swish of a silken skirt, and glancing up, beheld a tall, prettily formed girl looking at him with a sober and rather colorless face.

      "Father," she said, "I'm in love with Jim Harroll!"

      Mr. Delancy groped for his monocle, screwed it into his left eye, and examined his daughter.

      "It's true, and I thought I'd better tell you," she said.

      "Yes," he agreed, "it's as well to let me know. Ah – er – when and how did it occur?"

      "I don't know, father. I was feeding Omar bonbons and looking over the map of South Florida, and thinking about nothing in particular, when Jim came in. He said he was going to Palm Beach, and I said, 'How jolly!' and he sat down and picked up Omar, and – I don't know how it was, but I began to think him very attractive, and the first thing I knew – it – happened!"

      "Oh! So that's the way it happened?"

      "I think it was, father."

      "No doubt you'll outgrow it."

      "Do you think so?"

      "I haven't a doubt of it, little daughter."

      "I have."

      Mr. Delancy dropped his monocle and looked at the fire. The fire was all right.

      "Do you – do you suppose that Jim is – does – thinks – knows – "

      "I never speculate on what Jim is, does, thinks, or knows," said her father, thoughtfully, stirring the embers and spoiling a perfectly good fire. When he looked up again she had gone.

      "One theory smashed!" observed Mr. Delancy. "I'll try another, with separation as the main ingredient."

      He sat down before the fire and lighted a fresh cigar, which wasn't good for him.

      "Must avoid making a martyr of Jim or there will be trouble," he mused. "There remains another way – make a martyr of myself."

      He sat swinging his monocle around his forefinger, gazing vacantly at the pattern the shadows cast across the hearth.

      "Avalon!" he said, abruptly. "Avalon! The 'back-to-nature' business, 'grass-cure' and all. It can't harm either Catharine or me, I fancy – or any other pair of donkeys!"

      CHAPTER III

      TROUBLE