Villa Rubein, and other stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 374 pages of information about Villa Rubein, and other stories.

Villa Rubein, and other stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 374 pages of information about Villa Rubein, and other stories.

“You are unjust,” said Christian.

Mr. Treffry grunted.  “Ah, well!  I like to know where I am.  If I lend money to a man, I like to know whether he’s going to pay it back; I may not care whether he does or not, but I like to know.  The same with other things.  I don’t care what a man has—­though, mind you, Chris, it’s not a bad rule that measures men by the balance at their banks; but when it comes to marriage, there’s a very simple rule, What’s not enough for one is not enough for two.  You can’t talk black white, or bread into your mouth.  I don’t care to speak about myself, as you know, Chris, but I tell you this—­when I came to London I wanted to marry—­I hadn’t any money, and I had to want.  When I had the money—­but that’s neither here nor there!” He frowned, fingering his pipe.

“I didn’t ask her, Chris; I didn’t think it the square thing; it seems that’s out of fashion!”

Christian’s cheeks were burning.

“I think a lot while I lie here,” Mr. Treffry went on; “nothing much else to do.  What I ask myself is this:  What do you know about what’s best for you?  What do you know of life?  Take it or leave it, life’s not all you think; it’s give and get all the way, a fair start is everything.”

Christian thought:  ‘Will he never see?’

Mr. Treffry went on: 

“I get better every day, but I can’t last for ever.  It’s not pleasant to lie here and know that when I’m gone there’ll be no one to keep a hand on the check string!”

“Don’t talk like that, dear!” Christian murmured.

“It’s no use blinking facts, Chris. I’ve lived a long time in the world; I’ve seen things pretty well as they are; and now there’s not much left for me to think about but you.”

“But, Uncle, if you loved him, as I do, you couldn’t tell me to be afraid!  It’s cowardly and mean to be afraid.  You must have forgotten!”

Mr. Treffry closed his eyes.

“Yes,” he said; “I’m old.”

The fan had dropped into Christian’s lap; it rested on her white frock like a large crimson leaf; her eyes were fixed on it.

Mr. Treffry looked at her.  “Have you heard from him?” he asked with sudden intuition.

“Last night, in that room, when you thought I was talking to Dominique—­”

The pipe fell from his hand.

“What!” he stammered:  “Back?”

Christian, without looking up, said: 

“Yes, he’s back; he wants me—­I must go to him, Uncle.”

There was a long silence.

“You must go to him?” he repeated.

She longed to fling herself down at his knees, but he was so still, that to move seemed impossible; she remained silent, with folded hands.

Mr. Treffry spoke: 

“You’ll let me know—­before—­you—­go.  Goodnight!”

Christian stole out into the passage.  A bead curtain rustled in the draught; voices reached her.

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