“It’s lucky for you,” said his wife, meaning that now he would not be made to suffer for attempting to hoax her. But she was too intensely interested to pursue that matter further. “What in the world do you suppose he means by it?”
“Well, I should judge by his talk that he had been trying a good many different things since he left college, and he hain’t found just the thing he likes—or the thing that likes him. It ain’t so easy. And now he’s got an idea that he can take hold of the paint and push it in other countries—push it in Mexico and push it in South America. He’s a splendid Spanish scholar,”—this was Lapham’s version of Corey’s modest claim to a smattering of the language—“and he’s been among the natives enough to know their ways. And he believes in the paint,” added the Colonel.
“I guess he believes in something else besides the paint,” said Mrs. Lapham.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Silas Lapham, if you can’t see now that he’s after Irene, I don’t know what ever can open your eyes. That’s all.”
The Colonel pretended to give the idea silent consideration, as if it had not occurred to him before. “Well, then, all I’ve got to say is, that he’s going a good way round. I don’t say you’re wrong, but if it’s Irene, I don’t see why he should want to go off to South America to get her. And that’s what he proposes to do. I guess there’s some paint about it too, Persis. He says he believes in it,”—the Colonel devoutly lowered his voice—“and he’s willing to take the agency on his own account down there, and run it for a commission on what he can sell.”
“Of course! He isn’t going to take hold of it any way so as to feel beholden to you. He’s got too much pride for that.”
“He ain’t going to take hold of it at all, if he don’t mean paint in the first place and Irene afterward. I don’t object to him, as I know, either way, but the two things won’t mix; and I don’t propose he shall pull the wool over my eyes—or anybody else. But, as far as heard from, up to date, he means paint first, last, and all the time. At any rate, I’m going to take him on that basis. He’s got some pretty good ideas about it, and he’s been stirred up by this talk, just now, about getting our manufactures into the foreign markets. There’s an overstock in everything, and we’ve got to get rid of it, or we’ve got to shut down till the home demand begins again. We’ve had two or three such flurries before now, and they didn’t amount to much. They say we can’t extend our commerce under the high tariff system we’ve got now, because there ain’t any sort of reciprocity on our side—we want to have the other fellows show all the reciprocity—and the English have got the advantage of us every time. I don’t know whether it’s so or not; but I don’t see why it should apply to my paint. Anyway, he wants to try it, and I’ve about made up my mind to let him. Of course I ain’t going to let him take all the risk. I believe in the paint too, and I shall pay his expenses anyway.”
“So you want another partner after all?” Mrs. Lapham could not forbear saying.
“Yes, if that’s your idea of a partner. It isn’t mine,” returned her husband dryly.
“Well, if you’ve made up your mind, Si, I suppose you’re ready for advice,” said Mrs. Lapham.
The Colonel enjoyed this. “Yes, I am. What have you got to say against it?”
“I don’t know as I’ve got anything. I’m satisfied if you are.”
“Well?”
“When is he going to start for South America?”
“I shall take him into the office a while. He’ll get off some time in the winter. But he’s got to know the business first.”
“Oh, indeed! Are you going to take him to board in the family?”
“What are you after, Persis?”
“Oh, nothing! I presume he will feel free to visit in the family, even if he don’t board with us.”
“I presume he will.”
“And if he don’t use his privileges, do you think he’ll be a fit person to manage your paint in South America?”
The Colonel reddened consciously. “I’m not taking him on that basis.”
“Oh yes, you are! You may pretend you ain’t to yourself, but you mustn’t pretend so to me. Because I know you.”
The Colonel laughed. “Pshaw!” he said.
Mrs. Lapham continued: “I don’t see any harm in hoping that he’ll take a fancy to her. But if you really think it won’t do to mix the two things, I advise you not to take Mr. Corey into the business. It will do all very well if he does take a fancy to her; but if he don’t, you know how you’ll feel about it. And I know you well enough, Silas, to know that you can’t do him justice if that happens. And I don’t think it’s right you should take this step unless you’re pretty sure. I can see that you’ve set your heart on this thing—”
“I haven’t set my heart on it at all,” protested Lapham.
“And if you can’t bring it about, you’re going to feel unhappy over it,” pursued his wife, regardless of his protest.
“Oh, very well,” he said. “If you know more about what’s in my mind than I do, there’s no use arguing, as I can see.”
He got up, to carry off his consciousness, and sauntered out of the door on to his piazza. He could see the young people down on the rocks, and his heart swelled
