"You"ll be pleasant to her, Jack? She"s fond of Jerry, not in love with him, you know, but fond. And doesn"t want to see him made a fool of any more than I do."

I owed Una this. Whatever I thought of her feelings toward Jerry, even Jack had no right to be aware of them.

"Pleasant!" he grinned. "Just you watch. I"ll be her Fidus Achates.

That"s my specialty. Pretty, you say?" He kissed the tip of his fingers and gestured lightly toward the heavens. "I"m your man. Well, rather. I"ll make Jerry want to pound my head. And if he neglects her for Marcia, I"ll pound his."

Una and her mother were having tea with Jerry on the terrace when we reached the Manor. Mrs. Habberton was, as Jerry had described her, "a dear old lady" with calm eyes and level brows, "astonishingly well informed" and immensely proud of her pretty daughter. She was not a.s.sertive and while I knew nothing of Mr. Habberton, she somehow conveyed the impression that if there was anything in Mendel"s theory of the working of heredity she and her six daughters went a long way toward exemplifying it. There was a genuineness about the pair which was distinctly refreshing to Jack"s jaded tastes in fashionable feminine fripperies and he fell into the conversation as smoothly as a finger into a well-fitting glove. Una made no secret of her delight at being at the Manor and her enthusiasm as we wandered over the place brought more than one smile into Jerry"s tired face. I know that he enjoyed her being there, but there was a weight upon him which he masked with a dignity that might have deceived others but not Una or me.

"You"ve been buying too many steamship companies this week. Jerry. I"m sure of it. You"re "sicklied o"er with the pale cast of thought." It"s too bad you have a conscience. It must be fearfully inconvenient." And then as we came to the swimming pool, "Isn"t it huge? And all of marble! You"re the most luxurious creature. I was just wondering--"

She paused.

"Wondering what--?"

"How many Blank Street families I could clean in it without even changing the water."

He laughed. "Build one. I"ll pay for it."

"It would be _great_ for the boys and men, wouldn"t it? But, then--"

she sighed. "We haven"t got our club yet."

He laughed again.

"But you"re going to have it, you know, when the day nursery is done."

"Oh, are we?"

"Of course, that"s settled."

We had reached the gymnasium.

"And this is where you--?" A pleading look from Jerry made her pause.

"And do you pull all these ropes? What fun! I believe you could have fifty boys in here at once all playing and not one of them in the other"s way."

We couldn"t help smiling. In spite of herself, she was thinking in terms of her beloved Blank Street.

"You"ll have to forgive me, Jerry, if I"m covetous. That"s my besetting sin. But it _is_ a fine place--so s.p.a.cious. And it _would_ make such an adorable laundry!"

"You shall have one," said Jerry.

The girl laughed.

"No. I won"t dare to wish any more. The purse of Fortunatus brought him into evil ways. It must be terrible, Jerry, not to be able to want something."

"But I do want many things."

"Yes. I suppose we all do that," she said, quickly finishing the discussion, but I think she had noticed the sudden drop in Jerry"s voice.

From there we went to the museum to look over the specimens, and in a moment Una and Jerry were deep in a b.u.t.terfly talk. There Jack and I left them, taking Mrs. Habberton into the main hall, where I rang for one of the maids who showed her to her room.

"Well," I asked of Jack. "What do you think of her?"

"What I think is of course a matter of no importance to Jerry. But since you ask, I don"t mind telling you that I love her to distraction. Where are the boy"s eyes? His ears? And all the rest of his receptive organs? If I were ten years younger--" and he patted his _embonpoint_ regretfully, "I"d ask something of her charity, something immediate and practical. She should found the John K. Ballard Home, Pope, a want of mine for many years. But, alas! She has eyes only for Jerry."

"Do you really think so?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. And he"s not worth bothering about. He ought to be shot, offhand."

"I entirely agree with you," I smiled.

Dinner that night was gay and most informal. Jack was at his best and gave us in inimitable satire a description of a luncheon at Newport in honor of a prize chow dog attended by all the high-bred pups of Bellview Avenue, including Jack"s own bull terrier Scotty, which in an inadvertent moment devoured the small Pekingese of Jack"s nearest neighbor, a dereliction of social observance which caused the complete and permanent social ostracism of Scotty--and Jack.

"How terrible!" said Una.

"It was, really, but it was a kind of poetic canine justice, you know.

The Pekingese just stared at Scotty and stared without wagging his tail. Very impolite, not wagging your tail at a luncheon. Scotty grew embarra.s.sed and angry and then--just took him at a gulp. It was the easiest way out."

"Or _in_," I suggested.

"Scotty is naturally polite. He never _could_ abide a tail that wouldn"t wag."

"Nor can I," said Una with a laugh. "Dogs" tails _must_ be meant to wag, or what are they there for? I wish people had tails and then you could tell whether they were pleasant or not."

"Some of "em have," said Jack. "Hoofs too--and horns."

"I don"t believe that," she laughed.

Jerry took no animated part in the conversation except when we spoke of Una"s work. Then he waxed eloquent until Una stopped him. Mrs.

Habberton, I think, watched Jerry a little dubiously as though there was something about him that she couldn"t understand. Some feminine instinct was waking. But Una"s cheerfulness and interest in all things was unabated. We three men smoked--I, too, for I had lately fallen from grace--with the ladies" permission in the drawing-room where Una played upon the piano and sang. I don"t think that Jerry had known about her music for he had said nothing of it to me, and when her voice began softly:

"Oh doux printemps d"autrefois"--

Ma.s.senet"s "Elegie," as I afterwards learned--a hush fell over the room and we three men sat staring at the sweet upturned profile, as her lovely throat gave forth the tender sad refrain:

"Oh doux printemps d"autrefois, vertes saisons ou Vous avez fui pour toujours Je ne vois plus le ciel bleu Je n"entends plus les chants joyeux des oiseaux En emportant mon bonheur, O bien aime tu t"en es alle Et c"est en vain que revient le printemps."

She sang on to the end and long after she had finished we still sat silent, immovable as though fearful to break the spell that was upon us. Jerry was near me and I had caught a glimpse of his face when she began. He glanced toward her, moved slightly forward in his chair and then sat motionless, the puzzled lines in his face relaxing like those of a person pa.s.sing into sleep. When the last long-drawn sigh died away and merged into the drowsy murmur of the night outside, Jerry"s voice broke almost harshly upon the silence.

"I didn"t know you could sing like that," he said. "It"s wonderful, but so--so hopeless."

"Something more cheerful, dear, "Der Schmetterling,"" put in her mother.

She sang again, this time lightly, joyously, and we re ponded to her mood like harp-strings all in accord. The room, awakened to melody after the long years of silence, seemed transformed by Una"s splendid gift, a fine, clear soprano, not big nor yet thin or reedy, but rounded, full-bodied and deep with feeling. Jerry was smiling now, the shadow seemed to have lifted.

"That"s your song. It must have been written for you," he cried. "You _are_ the b.u.t.terfly girl when you sing like that."

"_Bis!_" cried Jack, clapping his hands.

She was very obliging and sang again and again. I was silent and quite content. The shadow did not fall upon Jerry again that night. I was almost ready to believe he had forgotten that such a person as Marcia Van Wyck lived in the world. Who could have resisted the gentle appeal of Una"s purity, friendliness and charm? Not I. Nor Jack. He followed the mood of her songs like a huge chameleon, silent when she sang of sadness, tender when she sang of love, and joyous with her joy.