The Awkward Age Part 37

"Ah," said Vanderbank, "I'm a ma.s.s of corruption!"

"You may perfectly be, but you shall not," Mr. Longdon returned with decision, "get off on any such plea. If you're good enough for me you're good enough, as you thoroughly know, on whatever head, for any one."

"Thank you." But Vanderbank, for all his happy appreciation, thought again. "We ought at any rate to remember, oughtn't we? that we should have Mrs. Brook against us."

His companion faltered but an instant. "Ah that's another thing I know.

But it's also exactly why. Why I want Nanda away."

"I see, I see."

The response had been prompt, yet Mr. Longdon seemed suddenly to show that he suspected the superficial. "Unless it's with Mrs. Brook you're in love." Then on his friend's taking the idea with a mere headshake of negation, a repudiation that might even have astonished by its own lack of surprise, "Or unless Mrs. Brook's in love with you," he amended.

Vanderbank had for this any decent gaiety. "Ah that of course may perfectly be!"

"But IS it? That's the question."

He continued light. "If she had declared her pa.s.sion shouldn't I rather compromise her--?"

"By letting me know?" Mr. Longdon reflected. "I'm sure I can't say--it's a sort of thing for which I haven't a measure or a precedent. In my time women didn't declare their pa.s.sion. I'm thinking of what the meaning is of Mrs. Brookenham's wanting you--as I've heard it called--herself."

Vanderbank, still with his smile, smoked a minute. "That's what you've heard it called?"

"Yes, but you must excuse me from telling you by whom."

He was amused at his friend's discretion. "It's unimaginable. But it doesn't matter. We all call everything--anything. The meaning of it, if you and I put it so, is--well, a modern shade."

"You must deal then yourself," said Mr. Longdon, "with your modern shades." He spoke now as if the case simply awaited such dealing.

But at this his young friend was more grave. "YOU could do nothing?--to bring, I mean, Mrs. Brook round."

Mr. Longdon fairly started. "Propose on your behalf for her daughter?

With your authority--tomorrow. Authorise me and I instantly act."

Vanderbank's colour again rose--his flush was complete. "How awfully you want it!"

Mr. Longdon, after a look at him, turned away. "How awfully YOU don't!"

The young man continued to blush. "No--you must do me justice. You've not made a mistake about me--I see in your proposal, I think, all you can desire I should. Only YOU see it much more simply--and yet I can't just now explain. If it WERE so simple I should say to you in a moment 'do speak to them for me'--I should leave the matter with delight in your hands. But I require time, let me remind you, and you haven't yet told me how much I may take."

This appeal had brought them again face to face, and Mr. Longdon's first reply to it was a look at his watch. "It's one o'clock."

"Oh I require"--Vanderbank had recovered his pleasant humour--"more than to-night!"

Mr. Longdon went off to the smaller table that still offered to view two bedroom candles. "You must take of course the time you need. I won't trouble you--I won't hurry you. I'm going to bed."

Vanderbank, overtaking him, lighted his candle for him; after which, handing it and smiling: "Shall we have conduced to your rest?"

Mr. Longdon looked at the other candle. "You're not coming to bed?"

"To MY rest we shall not have conduced. I stay up a while longer."

"Good." Mr. Longdon was pleased. "You won't forget then, as we promised, to put out the lights?"

"If you trust me for the greater you can trust me for the less.

Good-night."

Vanderbank had offered his hand. "Good-night." But Mr. Longdon kept him a moment. "You DON'T care for my figure?"

"Not yet--not yet. PLEASE." Vanderbank seemed really to fear it, but on Mr. Longdon's releasing him with a little drop of disappointment they went together to the door of the room, where they had another pause.

"She's to come down to me--alone--in September."

Vanderbank appeared to debate and conclude. "Then may I come?"

His friend, on this footing, had to consider. "Shall you know by that time?"

"I'm afraid I can't promise--if you must regard my coming as a pledge."

Mr. Longdon thought on; then raising his eyes: "I don't quite see why you won't suffer me to tell you--!"

"The detail of your intention? I do then. You've said quite enough. If my visit must commit me," Vanderbank pursued, "I'm afraid I can't come."

Mr. Longdon, who had pa.s.sed into the corridor, gave a dry sad little laugh. "Come then--as the ladies say--'as you are'!"

On which, rather softly closing the door, the young man remained alone in the great emptily lighted billiard-room.

BOOK SIXTH. MRS. BROOK

Presenting himself at Buckingham Crescent three days after the Sunday spent at Mertle, Vanderbank found Lady f.a.n.n.y Cashmore in the act of taking leave of Mrs. Brook and found Mrs. Brook herself in the state of m.u.f.fled exaltation that was the mark of all her intercourse--and most of all perhaps of her farewells--with Lady f.a.n.n.y. This splendid creature gave out, as it were, so little that Vanderbank was freshly struck with all Mrs. Brook could take in, though nothing, for that matter, in Buckingham Crescent, had been more fully formulated on behalf of the famous beauty than the imperturbable grandeur of her almost total absence of articulation. Every aspect of the phenomenon had been freely discussed there and endless ingenuity lavished on the question of how exactly it was that so much of what the world would in another case have called complete stupidity could be kept by a mere wonderful face from boring one to death. It was Mrs. Brook who, in this relation as in many others, had arrived at the supreme expression of the law, had thrown off, happily enough, to whomever it might have concerned: "My dear thing, it all comes back, as everything always does, simply to personal pluck. It's only a question, no matter when or where, of having enough.

Lady f.a.n.n.y has the courage of all her silence--so much therefore that it sees her completely through and is what really makes her interesting.

Not to be afraid of what may happen to you when you've no more to say for yourself than a steamer without a light--that truly is the highest heroism, and Lady f.a.n.n.y's greatness is that she's never afraid. She takes the risk every time she goes out--takes, as you may say, her life in her hand. She just turns that glorious mask upon you and practically says: 'No, I won't open my lips--to call it really open--for the forty minutes I shall stay; but I calmly defy you, all the same, to kill me for it.' And we don't kill her--we delight in her; though when either of us watches her in a circle of others it's like seeing a very large blind person in the middle of Oxford Street. One fairly looks about for the police." Vanderbank, before his fellow visitor withdrew it, had the benefit of the glorious mask and could scarce have failed to be amused at the manner in which Mrs. Brook alone showed the stress of thought.

Lady f.a.n.n.y, in the other scale, sat aloft and Olympian, so that though visibly much had happened between the two ladies it had all happened only to the hostess. The sense in the air in short was just of Lady f.a.n.n.y herself, who came to an end like a banquet or a procession.

Mrs. Brook left the room with her and, on coming back, was full of it.

"She'll go, she'll go!"

"Go where?" Vanderbank appeared to have for the question less attention than usual.

"Well, to the place her companion will propose. Probably--like Anna Karenine--to one of the smaller Italian towns."

"Anna Karenine? She isn't a bit like Anna."

"Of course she isn't so clever," said Mrs. Brook. "But that would spoil her. So it's all right."

"I'm glad it's all right," Vanderbank laughed. "But I dare say we shall still have her with us a while."