Sister Teresa Part 21
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"She will fall asleep again, and to-morrow will be quite well. But what a near escape!" And he lingered with Merat, feeling it were better she should know everything, yet loth to tell her that he had known all the while that Ulick was trying to persuade Evelyn to go away with him. But Merat must know that Ulick had been staying at Berkeley Square.
"I suppose Monsignor comes here to see her?"
"He has been here, Sir Owen."
Owen would have liked to question her, but it did not seem honourable to do so, and after a little talk about the danger of yielding to religious impulses, he noticed that Merat was drifting from him, evidently thinking such discussions useless.
On the landing he told her that Ulick had gone away with the opera company, and that it was not likely that he and mademoiselle would see each other again.
"But when Mr. Dean comes back to London?" Merat answered.
"Well, hardly even then; after a crisis like this she will not be anxious to see him. You know, Merat, he was staying with me at Berkeley Square; and I knew of his visits here, only it seemed to me the only way to save her from religion was by getting her to go back to the stage."
Owen took breath; he had told his story, or as much as was necessary, omitting the fact that he was an accomplice in the love-making which had led to attempted suicide.
"You don't think I was right?"
"Well, Sir Owen, you see, I don't think mademoiselle will ever go back to the stage."
"You think that, Merat? Well, then, the only thing to save her from religion is marriage. I don't mind telling you, nor is there any need to tell you--you must know--that I have always wanted her to be my wife, only she would not marry me, and for some reason impossible to get at."
"Mademoiselle is like n.o.body else; _elle avait toujours son idee_."
"_Parfaitement, comme disent les paysannes de chez vous, d'une bete qui ne ressemble pas au troupeau et qui allait toujours._"
"_Oui, mademoiselle a eu toujours son idee_. So Sir Owen thinks it was fear of going back to the stage that persuaded mademoiselle to--"
"Something like that, Merat. She liked Mr. Dean."
"But you are first in her thoughts, Sir Owen."
"That isn't astonis.h.i.+ng. We have known each other so long. Now, after what has happened, perhaps she will think differently about marriage, do you understand, Merat. She may think differently to-morrow, for instance, and it would be better for all of us--for you, for myself, for her. Don't you agree?"
"Well, Sir Owen, there is nothing I should like more than to see mademoiselle married, only--"
"Only you don't think she'll marry me?"
"_Comme monsieur a dit, elle a eu toujours son idee._"
"But after the great shock surely she will see that marriage is the only way." Owen continued to talk of marriage a little while longer, and all the way home his thoughts ran on his chance of persuading Evelyn to marry him. It did not seem possible that she could refuse after the shock. The chances were all with him: he would catch her in a moment when her faith in religion would be weakened, for she must see that it had not saved her from attempted suicide; all the chances were in his favour, and he hardly doubted at all he would be able to persuade her to marry him. Once she agreed she would carry it out; nothing she hated as much as any alteration of plan.
His mind wandered back into the past years, and he recalled little facts significant of her character. However loud the storm she would cross the Channel, though there was no reason for it--merely, as she said, because it had been arranged to cross that day. He could remember the dress she wore on that occasion, and the expression of her face. Other instances equally trivial floated into his mind, every one strangely vivid, delighting him because they were characteristic of her. If he could only get her to say she would marry him. It would be unnecessary to explain why he had sent Ulick to her. Or he might explain. It didn't matter. Ulick would pa.s.s out of their lives, and all this miserable business would be forgotten.
The quickest way of being married was in a registry office, but would Evelyn look upon a civil marriage as sufficient? Once the civil marriage was an accomplished fact, she could be married afterwards in Church, even in a Catholic church; he would go there if it pleased her to go. Besides, Evelyn really looked upon marriage more as a civil than as a religious obligation. His thoughts continued to chatter, keeping him up late, till long after midnight, and awaking him early. And the sun seemed to him to have dawned on his wedding day. But even if they were to be married in a registry office a best man would be required. So his thoughts went to Harding, whom he knew to be in London. But Harding would be busy with his writing until the afternoon, and Owen strode about Bond Street, visiting the shops of various picture dealers, welcoming any acquaintance whom he happened to meet, walking to the end of the street with him, and spending the last hour--from three to four--in the National Gallery, whither he had gone to see some new acquisitions. But the new pictures did not interest him. "My thoughts are elsewhere."
And turning from the new t.i.tian, it seemed to him that he might drive to Victoria Street; Harding's work must be over for the day.
"My dear Harding, you don't mind my interrupting you?" And he envied his friend's interest in his ma.n.u.scripts when the writer put them away.
"You are not disturbing me; my secretary didn't come to-day, and everything is habit. I can no longer write except by dictation."
"If I had known that I would have called in the morning."
"Again some drama in which Evelyn Innes is concerned," Harding said to himself.
"Harding, I have come to ask your advice; you'll give me the very best. But you will have to hear the whole story."
"Well, I am a story-teller, and like to hear stories."
Owen told him how he had met Ulick Dean at Innes', and had invited him to stop at Berkeley Square, and how gradually the idea that he could make use of Ulick in order to tempt Evelyn back to the stage had come into his mind. Anything to save her from religion, from Monsignor.
Owen caught Harding looking at him from under his s.h.a.ggy eyebrows, and anger had begun to colour his cheeks when Harding said:
"Don't you remember, Asher, coming here a couple of years ago, and--"
"Yes, I know. You predicted that Ulick Dean and I would become friends, and you are right; we did."
"And you preferred that Evelyn should be his mistress rather than that she shall go over to Monsignor?"
"I am not ashamed to confess I did; anything seemed better--but there is no use arguing the point. What I have come to tell you is that rather than go away with him she tried to kill herself." And he told Harding the story.
"What an extraordinary story! But nothing is extraordinary in human nature. What we consider the normal never happens. Nature's course is always zigzag, and no one can predict a human action."
"Well, then, my good friend, when you have done philosophising--I don't mean to be rude, but you see my nerves have been at strain for the last four-and-twenty hours; you will excuse me. My notion now is that everything has happened for the best." And he confided to Harding his hopes of being able to persuade Evelyn to marry him.
"Only by marriage can she be saved, and I think I can persuade her."
And he babbled about her appearance last night after her long sleep, comparing her with the portrait in his room. The painter had omitted nothing of her character; all that had happened he read into the picture--the restless spiritual eyes, and the large voluptuous mouth, and the small high temples which Leonardo would like to draw.
The painting of this picture was as illusive as Evelyn herself, the treatment of the reddish hair and the grey background.
And Harding listened, saying, "So this is the end."
"You think she will marry me?"
"Everything in nature is unexpected, that is all I can tell you. Art is logic, Nature incoherency."
"Well, let us hope that Nature will be a little more coherent to-morrow than she was last night, and that Evelyn will do the right thing. Women generally marry when it is pressed upon them sufficiently, don't you think so, Harding?"
"I hope it will be so, since you desire it."
"And you will be my best man, won't you?"
"I shall be only too pleased. Now, if you wait for me while I change my boots we'll go out together." And the two men crossed the Green Park talking of the great moral laxity of the time they lived in; whereas in the eighteenth century men were even accused of boasting of their successes, now the conditions were reversed, men never admitting themselves to be anything else but virtuous; women, on the contrary, publis.h.i.+ng their _liaisons_, and taking little pleasure in them until they were known to everybody.
"_Liaisons_ have become as official as marriages. Who doesn't know--"
And Harding mentioned a number of celebrated 'affairs' which had been going on for ten, some twenty years. "The real love affair of her ladys.h.i.+p now is probably some little tenor or drawing-master, and Cecil's a little milliner; but her ladys.h.i.+p and Cecil are forced to keep up appearances, for if they didn't who would talk about them any more?"
"You should write that as a short story," Owen suggested. And the two friends began to argue as to the number of lovers which fell to the lot of fas.h.i.+onable women, from the age of twenty-three to fifty. Two or three ladies were mentioned whose _liaisons_ reached a couple of hundred, and there was another about whom they were not agreed, for some of her _liaisons_ had lasted so long that Owen did not believe she had had more than fifty lovers.
"It is impossible to imagine any time for a young man more propitious than the present, or any society more agreeable than London. Morals, as the newspapers would say, are in abeyance, conscience is looked upon as pedantic, especially in women, and unbecoming." As the two walked up St. James' Street together, Harding noticed that Owen, notwithstanding his chatter about morals, was thinking of Evelyn, and took very little interest in the display of the season--in the slim n.o.bility of England, fresh from Oxford, all in frock coats for the first time, delighting in canes, and deerskin gloves, in collars and ties, the newest fas.h.i.+on, going down the street in pairs, turning into their clubs, lifting their hats to the women who drove past in victorias and electric broughams.
Sister Teresa Part 21
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