Lady Rose's Daughter Part 11
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Montresor shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know. Not necessarily. She loves to feel herself a power--all the more, I think, because of her anomalous position. It is very curious--at bottom very feminine and amusing--and quite harmless."
"You and others don't resent it?"
"No, not from her," said the Minister, after a pause. "But she is rather going it, just now. Three or four batteries have opened upon me at once.
She must be thinking of little else."
Sir Wilfrid grew a trifle red. He remembered the comedy of the door-step. "Is there anything that he particularly wants?" His tone a.s.sumed a certain asperity.
"Well, as for me, I cannot help feeling that Lady Henry has something to say for herself. It is very strange--mysterious even--the kind of ascendency this lady has obtained for herself in so short a time."
"Oh, I dare say it's hard for Lady Henry to put up with," mused Montresor. "Without family, without connections--"
He raised his head quietly and put on his eye-gla.s.ses. Then his look swept the face of his companion.
Sir Wilfrid, with a scarcely perceptible yet significant gesture, motioned towards Lord Lackington. Mr. Montresor started. The eyes of both men travelled across the table, then met again.
"You know?" said Montresor, under his breath.
Sir Wilfrid nodded. Then some instinct told him that he had now exhausted the number of the initiated.
When the men reached the drawing-room, which was rather emptily waiting for the "reception" Mrs. Montresor was about to hold in it, Sir Wilfrid fell into conversation with Lord Lackington. The old man talked well, though flightily, with a constant reference of all topics to his own standards, recollections, and friends.h.i.+ps, which was characteristic, but in him not unattractive. Sir Wilfrid noticed certain new and pitiful signs of age. The old man was still a rattle. But every now and then the rattle ceased abruptly and a breath of melancholy made itself felt--like a chill and sudden gust from some unknown sea.
They were joined presently, as the room filled up, by a young journalist--an art critic, who seemed to know Lord Lackington and his ways. The two fell eagerly into talk about pictures, especially of an exhibition at Antwerp, from which the young man had just returned.
"I looked in at Bruges on the way back for a few hours," said the new-comer, presently. "The pictures there are much better seen than they used to be. When were you there last?" He turned to Lord Lackington.
"Bruges?" said Lord Lackington, with a start. "Oh, I haven't been there for twenty years."
And he suddenly sat down, dangling a paper-knife between his hands, and staring at the carpet. His jaw dropped a little. A cloud seemed to interpose between him and his companions.
Sir Wilfrid, with Lady Henry's story fresh in his memory, was somehow poignantly conscious of the old man. Did their two minds hold the same image--of Lady Rose drawing her last breath in some dingy room beside one of the ca.n.a.ls that wind through Bruges, laying down there the last relics of that life, beauty, and intelligence that had once made her the darling of the father, who, for some reason still hard to understand, had let her suffer and die alone?
V
On leaving the Montresors, Sir Wilfrid, seeing that it was a fine night with mild breezes abroad, refused a hansom, and set out to walk home to his rooms in Duke Street, St. James's. He was so much in love with the mere streets, the mere clatter of the omnibuses and s.h.i.+mmer of the lamps, after his long absence, that every step was pleasure. At the top of Grosvenor Place he stood still awhile only to snuff up the soft, rainy air, or to delight his eye now with the s.h.i.+ning pools which some showers of the afternoon had left behind them on the pavement, and now with the light veil of fog which closed in the distance of Piccadilly.
"And there are silly persons who grumble about the fogs!" he thought, contemptuously, while he was thus yielding himself heart and sense to his beloved London.
As for him, dried and wilted by long years of cloudless heat, he drank up the moisture and the mist with a kind of physical pa.s.sion--the noises and the lights no less. And when he had resumed his walk along the crowded street, the question buzzed within him, whether he must indeed go back to his exile, either at Teheran, or nearer home, in some more exalted post? "I've got plenty of money; why the deuce don't I give it up, and come home and enjoy myself? Only a few more years, after all; why not spend them here, in one's own world, among one's own kind?"
It was the weariness of the governing Englishman, and it was answered immediately by that other instinct, partly physical, partly moral, which keeps the elderly man of affairs to his task. Idleness? No! That way lies the end. To slacken the rush of life, for men of his sort, is to call on death--death, the secret pursuer, who is not far from each one of us. No, no! Fight on! It was only the long drudgery behind, under alien suns, together with the iron certainty of fresh drudgery ahead, that gave value, after all, to this rainy, this enchanting Piccadilly--that kept the string of feeling taut and all its notes clear.
"Going to bed, Sir Wilfrid?" said a voice behind him, as he turned down St. James's Street.
"Delafield!" The old man faced round with alacrity. "Where have you sprung from?"
Delafield explained that he had been dining with the Crowboroughs, and was now going to his club to look for news of a friend's success or failure in a north-country election.
"Oh, that'll keep!" said Sir Wilfrid. "Turn in with me for half an hour.
I'm at my old rooms, you know, in Duke Street."
"All right," said the young man, after what seemed to Sir Wilfrid a moment of hesitation.
"Are you often up in town this way?" asked Bury, as they walked on.
"Land agency seems to be a profession with mitigations."
"There is some London business thrown in. We have some large milk depots in town that I look after."
There was just a trace of hurry in the young man's voice, and Bury surveyed him with a smile.
"No other attractions, eh?"
"Not that I know of. By-the-way, Sir Wilfrid, I never asked you how d.i.c.k Mason was getting on?"
"d.i.c.k Mason? Is he a friend of yours?"
"Well, we were at Eton and Oxford together."
"Were you? I never heard him mention your name."
The young man laughed.
"I don't mean to suggest he couldn't live without me. You've left him in charge, haven't you, at Teheran?"
"Yes, I have--worse luck. So you're deeply interested in d.i.c.k Mason?"
"Oh, come--I liked him pretty well."
"Hm--I don't much care about him. And I don't somehow believe you do."
And Bury, with a smile, slipped a friendly hand within the arm of his companion.
Delafield reddened.
"It's decent, I suppose, to inquire after an old school-fellow?"
"Exemplary. But--there are things more amusing to talk about."
Delafield was silent. Sir Wilfrid's fair mustaches approached his ear.
"I had my interview with Mademoiselle Julie."
"So I suppose. I hope you did some good."
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