The Awkward Age Part 29
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"Then at the end of three months he has arrived at a value for you that I haven't reached in all these years?"
"Yes," she returned--"the value of my not being afraid of him."
Vanderbank, on the bench, s.h.i.+fted his position, turning more to her and throwing an arm over the back. "And you're afraid of ME?"
"Horribly--hideously."
"Then our long, our happy relations--?"
"They're just what makes my terror," she broke in, "particularly abject.
Happy relations don't matter. I always think of you with fear."
His elbow rested on the back and his hand supported his head. "How awfully curious--if it be true!"
She had been looking away to the sweet English distance, but at this she made a movement. "Oh Mr. Van, I'm 'true'!"
As Mr. Van himself couldn't have expressed at any subsequent time to any interested friend the particular effect upon him of the tone of these words his chronicler takes advantage of the fact not to pretend to a greater intelligence--to limit himself on the contrary to the simple statement that they produced in Mr. Van's cheek a flush just discernible. "Fear of what?"
"I don't know. Fear is fear."
"Yes, yes--I see." He took out another cigarette and occupied a moment in lighting it. "Well, kindness is kindness too--that's all one can say."
He had smoked again a while before she turned to him. "Have I wounded you by saying that?"
A certain effect of his flush was still in his smile. "It seems to me I should like you to wound me. I did what I wanted a moment ago," he continued with some precipitation: "I brought you out handsomely on the subject of Mr. Longdon. That was my idea--just to draw you."
"Well," said Nanda, looking away again, "he has come into my life."
"He couldn't have come into a place where it gives me more pleasure to see him."
"But he didn't like, the other day when I used it to him, that expression," the girl returned. "He called it 'mannered modern slang'
and came back again to the extraordinary difference between my speech and my grandmother's."
"Of course," the young man understandingly a.s.sented. "But I rather like your speech. Hasn't he by this time, with you," he pursued, "crossed the gulf? He has with me."
"Ah with you there was no gulf. He liked you from the first."
Vanderbank wondered. "You mean I managed him so well?"
"I don't know how you managed him, but liking me has been for him a painful gradual process. I think he does now," Nanda declared. "He accepts me at last as different--he's trying with me on that basis. He has ended by understanding that when he talks to me of Granny I can't even imagine her."
Vanderbank puffed away. "I can."
"That's what Mitchy says too. But you've both probably got her wrong."
"I don't know," said Vanderbank--"I've gone into it a good deal. But it's too late. We can't be Greeks if we would."
Even for this Nanda had no laugh, though she had a quick attention. "Do you call Granny a Greek?"
Her companion slowly rose. "Yes--to finish her off handsomely and have done with her." He looked again at his watch. "Shall we go? I want to see if my man and my things have turned up."
She kept her seat; there was something to revert to. "My fear of you isn't superficial. I mean it isn't immediate--not of you just as you stand," she explained. "It's of some dreadfully possible future you."
"Well," said the young man, smiling down at her, "don't forget that if there's to be such a monster there'll also be a future you, proportionately developed, to deal with him."
She had closed her parasol in the shade and her eyes attached themselves to the small hole she had dug in the ground with its point. "We shall both have moved, you mean?"
"It's charming to feel we shall probably have moved together."
"Ah if moving's changing," she returned, "there won't be much for me in that. I shall never change--I shall be always just the same. The same old mannered modern slangy hack," she continued quite gravely. "Mr.
Longdon has made me feel that."
Vanderbank laughed aloud, and it was especially at her seriousness.
"Well, upon my soul!"
"Yes," she pursued, "what I am I must remain. I haven't what's called a principle of growth." Making marks in the earth with her umbrella she appeared to cipher it out. "I'm about as good as I can be--and about as bad. If Mr. Longdon can't make me different n.o.body can."
Vanderbank could only speak in the tone of high amus.e.m.e.nt. "And he has given up the hope?"
"Yes--though not ME altogether. He has given up the hope he originally had."
"He gives up quickly--in three months!"
"Oh these three months," she answered, "have been a long time: the fullest, the most important, for what has happened in them, of my life."
She still poked at the ground; then she added: "And all thanks to YOU."
"To me?"--Vanderbank couldn't fancy!
"Why, for what we were speaking of just now--my being to-day so in everything and squeezing up and down no matter whose staircase. Isn't it one crowded hour of glorious life?" she asked. "What preceded it was an age, no doubt--but an age without a name."
Vanderbank watched her a little in silence, then spoke quite beside the question. "It's astonis.h.i.+ng how at moments you remind me of your mother!"
At this she got up. "Ah there it is! It's what I shall never shake off.
That, I imagine, is what Mr. Longdon feels."
Both on their feet now, as if ready for the others, they yet--and even a trifle awkwardly--lingered. It might in fact have appeared to a spectator that some climax had come, on the young man's part, to some state of irresolution about the utterance of something. What were the words so repeatedly on his lips, yet so repeatedly not sounded? It would have struck our observer that they were probably not those his lips even now actually formed. "Doesn't he perhaps talk to you too much about yourself?"
Nanda gave him a dim smile, and he might indeed then have exclaimed on a certain resemblance, a resemblance of expression that had nothing to do with form. It wouldn't have been diminished for him moreover by her successful suppression of every sign that she felt his question a little of a snub. The recall he had previously mentioned could, however, as she answered him, only have been brushed away by a supervening sense of his roughness. "It probably isn't so much that as my own way of going on."
She spoke with a mildness that could scarce have been so full without being an effort. "Between his patience and my egotism anything's possible. It isn't his talking--it's his listening." She gave up the point, at any rate, as if from softness to her actual companion. "Wasn't it you who spoke to mamma about my sitting with her? That's what I mean by my debt to you. It's through you that I'm always there--through you and perhaps a little through Mitchy."
"Oh through Mitchy--it MUST have been--more than through me." Vanderbank spoke with the manner of humouring her about a trifle. "Mitchy, delightful man, felt on the subject of your eternal exile, I think, still more strongly."
They quitted their place together and at the end of a few steps became aware of the approach of one of the others, a figure but a few yards off, arriving from the quarter from which Nanda had come. "Ah Mr.
Longdon!"--she spoke with eagerness now.
Vanderbank instantly waved his hat. "Dear old boy!"
"Between you all, at any rate," she said more gaily, "you've brought me down."
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