CHAPTER VII
In the course of the interview given to the explaining of business and
legal detail which took place between Mr. Palford and his client the
following morning, Tembarom's knowledge of his situation extended
itself largely, and at the same time added in a proportionate degree
to his sense of his own incongruity as connected with it. He sat at a
table in Palford's private sitting-room at the respectable, old-
fashioned hotel the solicitor had chosen - sat and listened, and
answered questions and asked them, until his head began to feel as
though it were crammed to bursting with extraordinary detail.
It was all extraordinary to him. He had had no time for reading and no
books to read, and therefore knew little of fiction. He was entirely
ignorant of all romance but such as the New York papers provided. This
was highly colored, but it did not deal with events connected with the
possessors of vast English estates and the details of their habits and
customs. His geographical knowledge of Great Britain was simple and
largely incorrect. Information concerning its usual conditions and
aspects had come to him through talk of international marriages and
cup races, and had made but little impression upon him. He liked New
York - its noise, its streets, its glare, its Sunday newspapers, with
their ever-increasing number of sheets, and pictures of everything on
earth which could be photographed. His choice, when he could allow
himself a fifty-cent seat at the theater, naturally ran to productions
which were farcical or cheerfully musical. He had never reached
serious drama, perhaps because he had never had money enough to pay
for entrance to anything like half of the "shows" the other fellows
recommended. He was totally unprepared for the facing of any kind of
drama as connected with himself. The worst of it was that it struck
him as being of the nature of farce when regarded from the normal New
York point of view. If he had somehow had the luck to come into the
possession of money in ways which were familiar to him, - to "strike
it rich" in the way of a "big job" or "deal," - he would have been
better able to adjust himself to circumstances. He might not have
known how to spend his money, but he would have spent it in New York
on New York joys. There would have been no foreign remoteness about
the thing, howsoever fantastically unexpected such fortune might have
been. At any rate, in New York he would have known the names of places
and things.
Through a large part of his interview with Palford his elbow rested on
the table, and he held his chin with his hand and rubbed it
thoughtfully. The last Temple Temple Barholm had been an eccentric and
uncompanionable person. He had lived alone and had not married. He had
cherished a prejudice against the man who would have succeeded him as
next of kin if he had not died young. People had been of the opinion
that he had disliked him merely because he did not wish to be reminded
that some one else must some day inevitably stand in his shoes, and
own the possessions of which he himself was arrogantly fond. There
were always more female Temple Barholms than male ones, and the
families were small. The relative who had emigrated to Brooklyn had
been a comparatively unknown person. His only intercourse with the
head of the house had been confined to a begging letter, written from
America when his circumstances were at their worst. It was an ill-
mannered and ill-expressed letter, which had been considered
presuming, and had been answered chillingly with a mere five-pound
note, clearly explained as a final charity. This begging letter, which
bitterly contrasted the writer's poverty with his indifferent
relative's luxuries, had, by a curious trick of chance which preserved
it, quite extraordinarily turned up during an examination of
apparently unimportant, forgotten papers, and had furnished a clue in
the search for next of kin. The writer had greatly annoyed old Mr.
Temple Barholm by telling him that he had called his son by his name -
"not that there was ever likely to be anything in it for him." But a
waif of the New York streets who was known as "Tem" or "Tembarom" was
not a link easily attached to any chain, and the search had been long
and rather hopeless. It had, however, at last reached Mrs. Bowse's
boarding-house and before Mr. Palford sat Mr. Temple Temple Barholm, a
cheap young man in cheap clothes, and speaking New York slang with a
nasal accent. Mr. Palford, feeling him appalling and absolutely
without the pale, was still aware that he stood in the position of an
important client of the firm of Palford & Grimby. There was a section
of the offices at Lincoln's Inn devoted to documents representing a
lifetime of attention to the affairs of the Temple Barholm estates. It
was greatly to be hoped that the crass ignorance and commonness of
this young outsider would not cause impossible complications.
"He knows nothing! He knows nothing!" Palford found himself forced to
exclaim mentally not once, but a hundred times, in the course of their
talk.
There was - this revealed itself as the interview proceeded - just one
slight palliation of his impossible benightedness: he was not the kind
of young man who, knowing nothing, huffily protects himself by
pretending to know everything. He was of an unreserve concerning his
ignorance which his solicitor felt sometimes almost struck one in the
face. Now and then it quite made one jump. He was singularly free from
any vestige of personal vanity. He was also singularly unready to take
offense. To the head of the firm of Palford & Grimby, who was not
accustomed to lightness of manner, and inclined to the view that a
person who made a joke took rather a liberty with him, his tendency to
be jocular, even about himself and the estate of Temple Barholm, was
irritating and somewhat disrespectful. Mr. Palford did not easily
comprehend jokes of any sort; especially was he annoyed by cryptic
phraseology and mammoth exaggeration. For instance, be could not in
the least compass Mr. Temple Barholm's meaning when he casually
remarked that something or other was "all to the merry"; or again,
quite as though he believed that he was using reasonable English
figures of speech, "The old fellow thought he was the only pebble on
the beach." In using the latter expression he had been referring to
the late Mr. Temple Barholm; but what on earth was his connection with
the sea-shore and pebbles? When confronted with these baffling
absurdities, Mr. Palford either said, "I beg pardon," or stiffened and
remained silent.
When Tembarom learned that he was the head of one of the oldest
families in England, no aspect of the desirable dignity of his
position reached him in the least.
"Well," he remarked, "there's quite a lot of us can go back to Adam
and Eve."
When he was told that he was lord of the manor of Temple Barholm, he
did not know what a manor was.
"What's a manor, and what happens if you're lord of it?" he asked.
He had not heard of William the Conqueror, and did not appear moved to
admiration of him, though he owned that he seemed to have "put it
over."
"Why didn't he make a republic of it while he was about it?" he said.
"But I guess that wasn't his kind. He didn't do all that fighting for
his health."
His interest was not alone totally dissevered from the events of past
centuries; it was as dissevered from those of mere past years. The
habits, customs, and points of view of five years before seemed to
have been cast into a vast waste-paper basket as wholly unpractical in
connection with present experiences.
"A man that's going to keep up with the procession can't waste time
thinking about yesterday. What he's got to do is to keep his eye on
what's going to happen the week after next," he summed it up.
Rather to Mr. Palford's surprise, he did not speak lightly, but with a
sort of inner seriousness. It suggested that he had not arrived at
this conclusion without the aid of sharp experience. Now and then one
saw a touch of this profound practical perception in him.
It was not to be denied that he was clear-headed enough where purely
practical business detail was concerned. He was at first plainly
rather stunned by the proportions presented to him, but his questions
were direct and of a common-sense order not to be despised.
"I don't know anything about it yet," he said once. "It's all Dutch to
me. I can't calculate in half-crowns and pounds and half pounds, but
I'm going to find out. I've got to."
It was extraordinary and annoying to feel that one must explain
everything; but this impossible fellow was not an actual fool on all
points, and he did not seem to be a weakling. He might learn certain
things in time, and at all events one was no further personally
responsible for him and his impossibilities than the business concerns
of his estate would oblige any legal firm to be. Clients, whether
highly desirable or otherwise, were no more than clients. They were
not relatives whom one must introduce to one's friends. Thus Mr.
Palford, who was not a specially humane or sympathetic person,
mentally decided. He saw no pathos in this raw young man, who would
presently find himself floundering unaided in waters utterly unknown
to him. There was even a touch of bitter amusement in the solicitor's
mind as he glanced toward the future.
He explained with detail the necessity for their immediate departure
for the other side of the Atlantic. Certain legal formalities which
must at once be attended to demanded their presence in England.
Foreseeing this, on the day when he had finally felt himself secure as
to the identity of his client he had taken the liberty of engaging
optionally certain state-rooms on the Adriana, sailing the following
Wednesday.
"Subject of course to your approval," he added politely. "But it is
imperative that we should be on the spot as early as possible." He did
not mention that he himself was abominably tired of his sojourn on
alien shores, and wanted to be back in London in his own chambers,
with his own club within easy reach.
Tembarom's face changed its expression. He had been looking rather
weighted down and fatigued, and he lighted up to eagerness.
"Say," he exclaimed, "why couldn't we go on the Transatlantic on
Saturday?"
"It is one of the small, cheap boats," objected Palford.
"The accommodation would be most inferior."
Tembarom leaned forward and touched his sleeve in hasty, boyish
appeal.
"I want to go on it," he said; "I want to go steerage."
Palford stared at him.
"You want to go on the Transatlantic! Steerage!" he ejaculated, quite
aghast. This was a novel order of madness to reveal itself in the
recent inheritor of a great fortune.
Tembarom's appeal grew franker; it took on the note of a too crude
young fellow's misplaced confidence.
"You do this for me," he said. "I'd give a farm to go on that boat.
The Hutchinsons are sailing on it - Mr. and Miss Hutchinson, the ones
you saw at the house last night."
"I - it is really impossible." Mr. Palford hesitated. "As to steerage,
my dear Mr. Temple Barholm, you - you can't."
Tembarom got up and stood with his hands thrust deep in his pockets.
It seemed to be a sort of expression of his sudden hopeful excitement.
"Why not " he said. "If I own about half of England and have money to
burn, I guess I can buy a steerage passage on a nine-day steamer."
"You can buy anything you like," Palford answered stiffly. "It is not
a matter of buying. But I should not be conducting myself properly
toward you if I allowed it. It would not be - becoming."
"Becoming!" cried Tembarom, "Thunder! It's not a spring bat. I tell
you I want to go just that way."
Palford saw abnormal breakers ahead. He felt that he would be glad
when be had landed his charge safely at Temple Barholm. Once there,
his family solicitor was not called upon to live with him and hobnob
with his extraordinary intimates.
"As to buying," he said, still with marked lack of enthusiasm,
"instead of taking a steerage passage on the Transatlantic yourself,
you might no doubt secure first-class state-rooms for Mr. and Miss
Hutchinson on the Adriana, though I seriously advise against it."
Tembarom shook his head.
"You don't know them," he said. "They wouldn't let me. Hutchinson's a
queer old fellow and he's had the hardest kind of luck, but he's as
proud as they make 'em. Me butt in and offer to pay their passage
back, as if they were paupers, just because I've suddenly struck it
rich! Hully gee! I guess not. A fellow that's been boosted up in the
air all in a minute, as I have, has got to lie pretty low to keep
folks from wanting to kick him, anyhow. Hutchinson's a darned sight
smarter fellow than I am, and he knows it--and he's Lancashire, you
bet." He stopped a minute and flushed. "As to Little Ann," he said--
"me make that sort of a break with HER! Well, I should be a fool."
Palford was a cold-blooded and unimaginative person, but a long legal
experience had built up within him a certain shrewdness of perception.
He had naturally glanced once or twice at the girl sitting still at
her mending, and he had observed that she said very little and had a
singularly quiet, firm little voice.
"I beg pardon. You are probably right. I had very little conversation
with either of them. Miss Hutchinson struck me as having an
intelligent face."
"She's a wonder," said Tembarom, devoutly. "She's just a wonder."
"Under the circumstances," suggested Mr. Palford, "it might not be a
bad idea to explain to her your idea of the steerage passage. An
intelligent girl can often give excellent advice. You will probably
have an opportunity of speaking to her tonight. Did you say they were
sailing to-morrow?"
To-morrow! That brought it so near that it gave Tembarom a shock. He
had known that they sailed on Saturday, and now Saturday had become
to-morrow. Things began to surge through his mind--all sorts of things
he had no time to think of clearly, though it was true they had darted
vaguely about in the delirious excitement of the night, during which
he had scarcely slept at all. His face changed again, and the appeal
died out of it. He began to look anxious and restless.
"Yes, they're going to-morrow," he answered.
"You see," argued Mr. Palford, with conviction, "how impossible it
would be for us to make any arrangements in so few hours. You will
excuse my saying," he added punctiliously, "that I could not make the
voyage in the steerage."
Tembarom laughed. He thought he saw him doing it.
"That's so," he said. Then, with renewed hope, he added, "Say, I 'm
going to try and get them to wait till Wednesday."
"I do not think--" Mr. Palford began, and then felt it wiser to leave
things as they were. "But I'm not qualified to give an opinion. I do
not know Miss Hutchinson at all."
But the statement was by no means frank. He had a private conviction
that he did know her to a certain degree. And he did.
