George Gravener didn't follow her, for late in September, after the House had risen, I met him in a railway-carriage.He was coming up from Scotland and I had just quitted some relations who lived near Durham.The current of travel back to London wasn't yet strong; at any rate on entering the compartment I found he had had it for some time to himself.We fared in company, and though he had a blue-book in his lap and the open jaws of his bag threatened me with the white teeth of confused papers, we inevitably, we even at last sociably conversed.I saw things weren't well with him, but Iasked no question till something dropped by himself made, as it had made on another occasion, an absence of curiosity invidious.He mentioned that he was worried about his good old friend Lady Coxon, who, with her niece likely to be detained some time in America, lay seriously ill at Clockborough, much on his mind and on his hands.
"Ah Miss Anvoy's in America?"
"Her father has got into horrid straits--has lost no end of money."I waited, after expressing due concern, but I eventually said: "Ihope that raises no objection to your marriage.""None whatever; moreover it's my trade to meet objections.But it may create tiresome delays, of which there have been too many, from various causes, already.Lady Coxon got very bad, then she got much better.Then Mr.Anvoy suddenly began to totter, and now he seems quite on his back.I'm afraid he's really in for some big reverse.Lady Coxon's worse again, awfully upset by the news from America, and she sends me word that she MUST have Ruth.How can Isupply her with Ruth? I haven't got Ruth myself!""Surely you haven't lost her?" I returned.
"She's everything to her wretched father.She writes me every post--telling me to smooth her aunt's pillow.I've other things to smooth; but the old lady, save for her servants, is really alone.
She won't receive her Coxon relations--she's angry at so much of her money going to them.Besides, she's hopelessly mad," said Gravener very frankly.
I don't remember whether it was this, or what it was, that made me ask if she hadn't such an appreciation of Mrs.Saltram as might render that active person of some use.
He gave me a cold glance, wanting to know what had put Mrs.Saltram into my head, and I replied that she was unfortunately never out of it.I happened to remember the wonderful accounts she had given me of the kindness Lady Coxon had shown her.Gravener declared this to be false; Lady Coxon, who didn't care for her, hadn't seen her three times.The only foundation for it was that Miss Anvoy, who used, poor girl, to chuck money about in a manner she must now regret, had for an hour seen in the miserable woman--you could never know what she'd see in people--an interesting pretext for the liberality with which her nature overflowed.But even Miss Anvoy was now quite tired of her.Gravener told me more about the crash in New York and the annoyance it had been to him, and we also glanced here and there in other directions; but by the time we got to Doncaster the principal thing he had let me see was that he was keeping something back.We stopped at that station, and, at the carriage-door, some one made a movement to get in.Gravener uttered a sound of impatience, and I felt sure that but for this Ishould have had the secret.Then the intruder, for some reason, spared us his company; we started afresh, and my hope of a disclosure returned.My companion held his tongue, however, and Ipretended to go to sleep; in fact I really dozed for discouragement.When I reopened my eyes he was looking at me with an injured air.He tossed away with some vivacity the remnant of a cigarette and then said: "If you're not too sleepy I want to put you a case." I answered that I'd make every effort to attend, and welcomed the note of interest when he went on: "As I told you a while ago, Lady Coxon, poor dear, is demented." His tone had much behind it--was full of promise.I asked if her ladyship's misfortune were a trait of her malady or only of her character, and he pronounced it a product of both.The case he wanted to put to me was a matter on which it concerned him to have the impression--the judgement, he might also say--of another person."I mean of the average intelligent man, but you see I take what I can get."There would be the technical, the strictly legal view; then there would be the way the question would strike a man of the world.He had lighted another cigarette while he talked, and I saw he was glad to have it to handle when he brought out at last, with a laugh slightly artificial: "In fact it's a subject on which Miss Anvoy and I are pulling different ways.""And you want me to decide between you? I decide in advance for Miss Anvoy.""In advance--that's quite right.That's how I decided when Iproposed to her.But my story will interest you only so far as your mind isn't made up." Gravener puffed his cigarette a minute and then continued: "Are you familiar with the idea of the Endowment of Research?""Of Research?" I was at sea a moment.
"I give you Lady Coxon's phrase.She has it on the brain.""She wishes to endow--?"
"Some earnest and 'loyal' seeker," Gravener said."It was a sketchy design of her late husband's, and he handed it on to her;setting apart in his will a sum of money of which she was to enjoy the interest for life, but of which, should she eventually see her opportunity--the matter was left largely to her discretion--she would best honour his memory by determining the exemplary public use.This sum of money, no less than thirteen thousand pounds, was to be called The Coxon Fund; and poor Sir Gregory evidently proposed to himself that The Coxon Fund should cover his name with glory--be universally desired and admired.He left his wife a full declaration of his views, so far at least as that term may be applied to views vitiated by a vagueness really infantine.Alittle learning's a dangerous thing, and a good citizen who happens to have been an ass is worse for a community than bad sewerage.
