At the home of Agnes Elliston Bobbys car stopped almost as a matter of habit, and though the hour was a most informal one he walked up the steps as confidently as if he intended opening the door with a latch-key; for since Agnes was become his trustee, Bobby had awakened, overnight, to the fact that he had a proprietary interest in her
which could not be denied.
Agnes came down to meet him in a most ravishing morning robe of pale green, a confection so stunning in conjunction with her gold-brown eyes and waving brown hair and round white throat that Bobby was forced to audible comment upon it.
Cracking! said he. I suppose that if I hadnt had nerve enough to pop in here unexpectedly before noon I wouldnt have seen that gown for ages.
It was Aunt Constance, the irrepressible, who, leaning over the stair railing, sank the iron deep into his soul.
It was bought at Trimmer and Companys, Grand Street side, Bobby, she informed him, and with this Parthian shot she went back through the up-stairs hall, laughing.
Ouch! said Bobby. That was snowballing a cripple, and he was really most woebegone about it.
Never mind, Bobby, you have still plenty of chance to win, comforted Agnes, who, though laughing, had sympathetic inkling of that sore spot which had been touched. He seemed so forlorn, in spite of his big, good-natured self, that she moved closer to him and unconsciously put her hand upon his arm. It was too much for him in view of the way she looked, and, suddenly emboldened, he did a thing the mere thought of which, under premeditation, would have scared him into a frappéd perspiration. He placed his hands upon her shoulders, and, drawing her toward him, bent swiftly down to kiss her. For a fleeting instant she drew back, and then Bobby had the surprise of his life, for her warm lips met his quite willingly, and with a frank pressure almost equal to his own. She sprang back from him at once with sparkling eyes, but he had no mind to follow up his advantage, for he was dazed. It had left him breathless, amazed, incredulous. He stood for a full minute, his face gone white with the overwhelming wonder of this thing that had happened to him, and then the blunt directness which was part of his inheritance from his father returned to him.
Well, anyhow, were to be engaged at last, he said.
No, she rebuked him, with a sudden flash of mischief; that was perfectly wicked, and you mustnt do it again.
But I will, he said, advancing with heightened color.
You mustnt, she said firmly, and although she did not recede farther from him he stopped. You mustnt make it hard for us, Bobby, she warned him. Im under promise, too; and thats all I can tell you now.
The governor again, groaned Bobby. I suppose that Im not to talk to you about marrying, nor you to listen, until I have proved my right and ability to take care of you and your fortune and mine. Is that it?
She smiled inscrutably.
What brings you at this unearthly hour? she asked by way of evasion. Some business pretext, Ill be bound.
Of course it is, he assured her. This morning you are strictly in the rôle of my trustee. I want you to look at some property.
But I have an appointment with my dressmaker.
The dressmaker must wait.
What a warning! she laughed. If you would order a mere a mere acquaintance around so peremptorily, what would you do if you were married?
Id be the boss, announced Bobby with calm confidence.
Indeed? she mocked, and started into the library. Youd ask permission first, wouldnt you?
Where are you going? he queried in return, and grinned.
To telephone my dressmaker, she admitted, smiling, and realizing, too, that it was not all banter.
I told you to, remember, asserted Bobby, with a strange new sense of masterfulness which would not down.
When she came down again, dressed for the trip, he was still in that dazed elation, and it lasted through their brisk ride to the far outskirts of the city, where, at the side of a watery marsh that extended for nearly a mile along the roadway, he halted.
This is it, waving his hand across the dismal waste.
It! she repeated. What?
The property that it was suggested I buy.
No wonder your father thought it necessary to appoint a trustee, was her first comment. Why, Bobby, what on earth could you do with it? Its too large for a frog farm and too small for a summer resort, and once more she turned incredulous eyes upon the property.
Dark, oily water covered the entire expanse, and through it emerged, here and there, clumps of dank vegetation, from the nature and dispersement of which one could judge that the water varied from one to three feet in depth. Higher ground surrounded it on all sides, and the urgent needs of suburban growth had scattered a few small, cheap cottages, here and there, upon the hills.
It doesnt seem very attractive until you consider those houses, Bobby confessed. You must remember that the city hasnt
room to grow, and must take note that it is trying to spread in this direction. Wouldnt a fellow be doing a rather public-spirited thing, and one in which he might take quite a bit of satisfaction, if he drained that swamp, filled it, laid out streets and turned the whole stretch into a cluster of homes in place of a breeding-place for fevers?