As the Colonel turned from casting anchor at the mare's head with the hitching-weight, after helping his wife to alight, he encountered a man to whom he could not help speaking, though the man seemed to share his hesitation if not his reluctance at the necessity.He was a tallish, thin man, with a dust-coloured face, and a dead, clerical air, which somehow suggested at once feebleness and tenacity.
Mrs.Lapham held out her hand to him.
"Why, Mr.Rogers!" she exclaimed; and then, turning toward her husband, seemed to refer the two men to each other.
They shook hands, but Lapham did not speak."I didn't know you were in Boston," pursued Mrs.Lapham."Is Mrs.Rogers with you?""No," said Mr.Rogers, with a voice which had the flat, succinct sound of two pieces of wood clapped together.
"Mrs.Rogers is still in Chicago"
A little silence followed, and then Mrs Lapham said--"I presume you are quite settled out there.""No; we have left Chicago.Mrs.Rogers has merely remained to finish up a little packing.""Oh, indeed! Are you coming back to Boston?""I cannot say as yet.We some think of so doing.
Lapham turned away and looked up at the building.
His wife pulled a little at her glove, as if embarrassed, or even pained.She tried to make a diversion.
"We are building a house," she said, with a meaningless laugh.
"Oh, indeed," said Mr.Rogers, looking up at it.
Then no one spoke again, and she said helplessly--"If you come to Boston, I hope I shall see Mrs.Rogers.""She will be happy to have you call," said Mr Rogers.
He touched his hat-brim, and made a bow forward rather than in Mrs.Lapham's direction.
She mounted the planking that led into the shelter of the bare brick walls, and her husband slowly followed.
When she turned her face toward him her cheeks were burning, and tears that looked hot stood in her eyes.
"You left it all to me!" she cried."Why couldn't you speak a word?""I hadn't anything to say to him," replied Lapham sullenly.
They stood a while, without looking at the work which they had come to enjoy, and without speaking to each other.
"I suppose we might as well go on," said Mrs.Lapham at last, as they returned to the buggy.The Colonel drove recklessly toward the Milldam.His wife kept her veil down and her face turned from him.After a time she put her handkerchief up under her veil and wiped her eyes, and he set his teeth and squared his jaw.
"I don't see how he always manages to appear just at the moment when he seems to have gone fairly out of our lives, and blight everything," she whimpered.
"I supposed he was dead," said Lapham.
"Oh, don't SAY such a thing! It sounds as if you wished it.""Why do you mind it? What do you let him blight everything for?""I can't help it, and I don't believe I ever shall.
I don't know as his being dead would help it any.
I can't ever see him without feeling just as I did at first.""I tell you," said Lapham, "it was a perfectly square thing.
And I wish, once for all, you would quit bothering about it.
My conscience is easy as far as he is concerned, and it always was.""And I can't look at him without feeling as if you'd ruined him, Silas.""Don't look at him, then," said her husband, with a scowl.
"I want you should recollect in the first place, Persis, that I never wanted a partner.""If he hadn't put his money in when he did, you'd 'a'
broken down."
"Well, he got his money out again, and more, too,"said the Colonel, with a sulky weariness.
"He didn't want to take it out."
"I gave him his choice: buy out or go out.""You know he couldn't buy out then.It was no choice at all.""It was a business chance."
"No; you had better face the truth, Silas.It was no chance at all.You crowded him out.A man that had saved you! No, you had got greedy, Silas.You had made your paint your god, and you couldn't bear to let anybody else share in its blessings.""I tell you he was a drag and a brake on me from the word go.
You say he saved me.Well, if I hadn't got him out he'd 'a' ruined me sooner or later.So it's an even thing, as far forth as that goes.""No, it ain't an even thing, and you know it, Silas.Oh, if Icould only get you once to acknowledge that you did wrong about it, then I should have some hope.I don't say you meant wrong exactly, but you took an advantage.
Yes, you took an advantage! You had him where he couldn't help himself, and then you wouldn't show him any mercy.""I'm sick of this," said Lapham."If you'll 'tend to the house, I'll manage my business without your help.""You were very glad of my help once."
"Well, I'm tired of it now.Don't meddle.""I WILL meddle.When I see you hardening yourself in a wrong thing, it's time for me to meddle, as you call it, and I will.I can't ever get you to own up the least bit about Rogers, and I feel as if it was hurting you all the while.""What do you want I should own up about a thing for when Idon't feel wrong? I tell you Rogers hain't got anything to complain of, and that's what I told you from the start.
It's a thing that's done every day.I was loaded up with a partner that didn't know anything, and couldn't do anything, and I unloaded; that's all.""You unloaded just at the time when you knew that your paint was going to be worth about twice what it ever had been;and you wanted all the advantage for yourself.""I had a right to it.I made the success.""Yes, you made it with Rogers's money; and when you'd made it you took his share of it.I guess you thought of that when you saw him, and that's why you couldn't look him in the face."At these words Lapham lost his temper.
"I guess you don't want to ride with me any more to-day,"he said, turning the mare abruptly round.
"I'm as ready to go back as what you are," replied his wife.
"And don't you ask me to go to that house with you any more.
You can sell it, for all me.I sha'n't live in it.
There's blood on it."
