Our Friend the Charlatan Part 34
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It was not by the lodge gates that they usually set forth; more convenient for their purpose was a postern in the wall which enclosed the greater part of Rivenoak; the approach to it was from the back of the house, across a paddock, and through a birch copse, where stood an old summer-house, now rarely entered. Constance, with her own key, had just unlocked the door in the wall; she paused and glanced cloudward.
"I think it'll be a shower," said Lashmar. "Suppose we shelter in the summer-house."
They did so, and stood talking under the roof of mossy tiles.
"What have you worked at this morning?" asked Constance.
"Nothing particular. I've been thinking."
"I wish you would try to tell me how you worked out your bio-sociology.
You must have had a great deal of trouble to get together your scientific proofs and ill.u.s.trations."
"A good deal, of course," answered Dyce modestly. "I had read for years, all sorts of scientific and historical books."
"I rather wonder you didn't write a book of your own. Evidently you have all the material for one. Don't you think it might be well?"
"We have spoken of that, you know," was Dyce's careless reply. "I prefer oral teaching."
"Still, a solid book, such a one as you could easily write, would do you a great deal of good. Do think about it, will you?"
Her voice had an unusual quality; it was persuasive, and almost gentle.
In speaking, she looked at him with eyes of unfamiliar expressiveness, and all the lines of her face had softened.
"Of course if you really think--" began Lashmar, affecting to ponder the matter.
"I should so like you to do it," Constance pursued, still with the markedly feminine accent, which she certainly did not a.s.sume. "Will you--to please me?"
Her eyes fell before the other's quick, startled look. There was a silence; rain pattered on the tiles.
"I'll think about it," Dyce replied at length, moving and speaking uneasily. "It's raining quite hard, you know," he added, moving into the doorway. "The roads will be no good after this."
"No. We had better go in," said Constance, with sudden return to dry, curt speech.
It was evident that, in his anomalous situation, Lashmar's method with women could not have fair play. He was in no small degree beholden to Constance, and her odd behaviour of late kept him in mind of his obligation. Doubtless, he thought, she intended that; and his annoyance at what he considered a lack of generosity outweighed the satisfaction his vanity might have found in her new manner towards him. That manner, especially this morning, reminded him of six years ago. Was Constance capable of exacting payment of a debt which she imagined him to have incurred at Alverholme? Women think queerly, and are no less unaccountable in their procedure.
His curiosity busied itself with the vaguely indicated compact between Constance and Lady Ogram, but no word on the subject, not even a distant allusion to it, ever fell from his nominally betrothed, and the old lady herself, however amiable, spoke not at all of the things he desired to know. Was it not grossly unjust to him? Until he clearly understood Constance's future position, how could he decide upon his course with regard to her? Conceivably, the proposed marriage might carry advantages which it behooved him to examine with all care; conceivably also, it might at a given moment be his sole rescue from embarra.s.sment or worse. Meanwhile, ignorance of the essential factors of the problem put him at a grave disadvantage. Constance was playing a game (so Dyce saw it) with all the cards visible before her, and, to such a profound observer as he, it was not unnatural to suppose that she played for something worth the while. Curiously enough, Dyce did not presume to believe that he himself, his person, his mind, his probable career, were gain sufficient. A singular modesty ruled his meditations at this juncture.
Other things were happening which interfered with the confident calm essential to his comfort. Since the vexatious little incident at Mrs.
Toplady's, he had not seen Iris Woolstan. On the eve of his departure for Rivenoak, he wrote to her, a friendly letter in the usual strain, just to acquaint her with his movements, and to this letter there came no reply. It was unlikely that Iris's answer had somehow failed to reach hi in; of course she would address to Rivenoak. No doubt she had discovered his little deception, and took it ill. Iris was quite absurd enough to feel jealousy, and to show it. Of all the women he knew, she had the most essentially feminine character. Fortunately she was as weak as foolish; at any time, he could get the upper hand of her in a private interview. But his sensibility made him restless in the thought that she was accusing him of ingrat.i.tude--perhaps of behaviour unworthy a gentleman. Yes, there was the true sting. Dyce Lashmar prided himself on his intellectual lucidity, but still more on his possession of the instincts, of the mental and moral tone, which are called gentlemanly.
It really hurt him to think that anyone could plausibly a.s.sail his claims in this respect.
When he had been a week at Rivenoak, he again wrote to Mrs. Woolstan.
Of her failure to answer his last letter, he said nothing. She had of course received the _Hollingford Express_, with the report of his speech on the 20th. How did she like it? Could she suggest any improvement? She knew that he valued her opinion. "Write," he concluded, "as soon as you have leisure. I shall be here, I think, for another week or so. By the bye, I have taken to cycling, and I fancy it will be physically good for me."
To this communication, Mrs. Woolstan replied She began with a few formal commendations of his speech. "You are so kind as to ask if I can suggest any way in which it could have been improved, but of course I know that that is only a polite phrase. I should not venture to criticise anything of yours _now_, even if I had the presumption to think that I was capable of saying anything worth your attention. I am sure you need no advice from me, nor from anyone else, now that you have the advantage of Miss Bride's counsels. I regret very much that I have so slight an acquaintance with that lady, but Mrs. Toplady tells me that she is admirably suited to be your companion, and to encourage and help you in your career. I shall have the pleasure of watching you from a distance, and of sincerely wis.h.i.+ng you happiness as well as success."
The formal style of this letter, so different from Iris's ordinary effusions, made sufficient proof of the mood in which it was written.
Dyce bit his lips over it. He had foreseen that Mrs. Woolstan would hear of his engagement, but had hoped it would not be just yet. There was for the present no help; in her eyes he stood condemned of some thing more than indelicacy. Fortunately, she was not the kind of woman--he felt sure--to be led into any vulgar retaliation. All he could do was to write a very brief note, in which he expressed a hope of seeing her very soon. "I shall have much to tell you," he added, and tried to think that Iris would accept this as a significant promise.
After all, were not man and woman, disguise the fact as one might, condemned by nature to mutual hostility? Useless to attempt rational methods with beings to whom reason was fundamentally repugnant. Dyce fell from mortification into anger, and cursed the poverty which forbade him to act in full accordance with his ideal of conduct.
He had spent nearly a fortnight at Rivenoak, when Lady Ogram, now seemingly restored to her ordinary health, summoned him at eleven in the morning to the green drawing-room.
"I hope I didn't disturb your work," she began, kindly. "As you are leaving so soon--" Dyce had said nothing whatever about departure--"I should like to have a quiet word with you, whilst Constance is in the town. All goes well at Hollingford, doesn't it?"
"Very well indeed, I think. Breakspeare gets more hopeful every day."
Lady Ogram nodded and smiled. Then a fit of abstraction came upon her; she mused for several minutes, Dyce respectfully awaiting her next words.
"What are your own wishes about the date?"
Imagining that she referred to the election, and that this was merely another example of failing intelligence, Dyce answered that, for his own part, he was ready at any time; if a dissolution--
"Pooh!" Lady Ogram interrupted, "I'm talking about your marriage."
"Ah! Yes--yes. I haven't asked Constance--"
"Suppose we say the end of October? You could get away for a month or two."
"One thing is troubling me, Lady Ogram," said Dyce, in tone of graceful hesitancy. "I feel that it will be a very ill return for all your kindness to rob you of Constance's help and society, which you prize so."
The keen old eyes were fixed upon him.
"Do you think I am going to live for ever?" sounded abruptly and harshly, though, it was evident, with no harsh intention.
"I'm sure I hope--"
"Well, we won't talk about it. I must do without Constance, that's all.
You'll of course have a house in London, but both of you will often be down here. It's understood. About the end of October. Time enough to make arrangements. I'll settle it with Constance. So to-morrow morning you leave us, on a visit to your parents. I suppose you'll spend a couple of days there?"
In his confused mind, Dyce could only fix the thought that Constance had evidently told Lady Ogram of his intention to go to Alverholme. It was plain that those two held very intimate colloquies.
"A couple of days," he murmured in reply.
"Good. Of course you'll write to me when you're in town again."
At luncheon, Lady Ogram talked of Lashmar's departure. Constance, he felt sure, already knew about it. Really, he was treated with somewhat scant ceremony. An obstinate mood fell upon him; he resolved that he would say not a word to Constance of what had pa.s.sed this morning. If she wished to speak of the proposed date of their marriage, let her broach the subject herself. Through the meal he was taciturn.
Miss Bride and he dined alone together that evening. They had not met since mid-day. Dyce was still disinclined for talk; Constance, on the other hand, fell into a cheerful vein of chat, and seemed not at all to notice her companion's lack of amiability.
"I shall go by the 8.27," said Dyce, abruptly, towards the end of the meal.
"Yes, that's your best train. You'll be at Alverholme before ten o'clock."
After dinner, they sat together for scarcely a quarter of an hour, Constance talking of politics. Dyce absolutely silent. Then Miss Bride rose, and offered her hand.
"So, good-bye!"
She spoke so pleasantly, and looked so kindly, that Lashmar for a moment felt ashamed of himself. He pressed her hand, and endeavoured to speak cordially.
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