He knew that she meant it; saw in one horrible moment that he had
lost, and that to plead with her would be of no more use than to fling
himself against a rock. Coming out into the streets he walked along
with his hat tilted on the back of his head, staring before him in a
dazed fashion as he went.
"My dear Bob Carlaw," he muttered to himself, "you've most decidedly
made a horrible mess of things. You've killed the goose that laid the
golden eggs, with a vengeance. I thought this was going to be the
smartest thing I'd ever done. Worst of all, there's Brian to be faced,
and Brian's temper is positively devilish. This comes of trying to help
others; if I'd fought for my own hand through life I believe I should
really have cut a figure in the world, after all."
He kept his miserable secret for some weeks, hoping that an event would
occur which would render it unnecessary for the matter to be disclosed
at all, trusting in that Providence which in a vague fashion he had
alternately blessed and cursed all his days. There was a forced gaiety
about him at this time; he burst into unnatural snatches of song at the
most inopportune and unexpected moments, as though to keep his spirits
up and to assure his doubting mind that all was well. But the crash
came when Brian, finding that funds were running low, airily suggested
to his father that the usual appeal should be made to Comethup Willis.
Mr. Robert Carlaw, in coward fashion, put off the matter for a day or
two; and then, when concealment was no longer possible, blurted out
the truth, not without tears. He implored his son, his dear son, to
remember that he had at all times been a fond and indulgent parent,
and that he had in this as in all other things acted for the best. He
urged, moreover, that they should not yet despair; his eccentric sister
might restore Comethup to her favour, or might, best of all, look with
kindly eyes upon Brian and his young wife. Their credit was good, owing
to the costly manner in which they had lived. There was still time, the
trembling man argued, in which to look about them and make up their
minds what to do.
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