The Awkward Age Part 5
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"Why, that we shall be so infatuated with you that we shall make your life a burden to you. You'll see soon enough what I mean by it."
"Possibly," the old man said; "to understand you I shall have to. You speak of something that as yet--with my race practically run--I know nothing about. I was no success as a young man. I mean of the sort that would have made most difference. People wouldn't look at me--"
"Well, WE shall look at you," Vanderbank declared. Then he added: "What people do you mean?" And before his friend could reply: "Lady Julia?"
Mr. Longdon's a.s.sent was mute. "Ah she was not the worst! I mean that what made it so bad," he continued, "was that they all really liked me. Your mother, I think--as to THAT, the dreadful consolatory 'liking'--even more than the others."
"My mother?"--Vanderbank was surprised. "You mean there was a question--?"
"Oh for but half a minute! It didn't take her long. It was five years after your father's death."
This explanation was very delicately made. "She COULD marry again."
"And I suppose you know she did," Vanderbank returned.
"I knew it soon enough!" With this, abruptly, Mr. Longdon pulled himself forward. "Good-night, good-night."
"Good-night," said Vanderbank. "But wasn't that AFTER Lady Julia?"
On the edge of the sofa, his hands supporting him, Mr. Longdon looked straight. "There was nothing after Lady Julia."
"I see." His companion smiled. "My mother was earlier."
"She was extremely good to me. I'm not speaking of that time at Malvern--that came later."
"Precisely--I understand. You're speaking of the first years of her widowhood."
Mr. Longdon just faltered. "I should call them rather the last. Six months later came her second marriage."
Vanderbank's interest visibly improved. "Ah it was THEN? That was about my seventh year." He called things back and pieced them together. "But she must have been older than you."
"Yes--a little. She was kindness itself to me at all events, then and afterwards. That was the charm of the weeks at Malvern."
"I see," the young man laughed. "The charm was that you had recovered."
"Oh dear, no!" Mr. Longdon, rather to his mystification, exclaimed. "I'm afraid I hadn't recovered at all--hadn't, if that's what you mean, got over my misery and my melancholy. She knew I hadn't--and that was what was nice of her. She was a person with whom I could talk about her."
Vanderbank took a moment to clear up the ambiguity. "Oh you mean you could talk about the OTHER. You hadn't got over Lady Julia."
Mr. Longdon sadly smiled at him. "I haven't got over her yet!" Then, however, as if not to look morbid, he took pains to be clear. "The first wound was bad--but from that one always comes round. Your mother, dear woman, had known how to help me. Lady Julia was at that time her intimate friend--it was she who introduced me there. She couldn't help what happened--she did her best. What I meant just now was that in the aftertime, when opportunity occurred, she was the one person with whom I could always talk and who always understood." He lost himself an instant in the deep memories to attest which he had survived alone; then he sighed out as if the taste of it all came back to him with a faint sweetness: "I think they must both have been good to me. At the Malvern time, the particular time I just mentioned to you, Lady Julia was already married, and during those first years she had been whirled out of my ken. Then her own life took a quieter turn; we met again; I went for a good while often to her house. I think she rather liked the state to which she had reduced me, though she didn't, you know, in the least presume on it. The better a woman is--it has often struck me--the more she enjoys in a quiet way some fellow's having been rather bad, rather dark and desperate, about her--for her. I dare say, I mean, that though Lady Julia insisted I ought to marry she wouldn't really have liked it much if I had. At any rate it was in those years I saw her daughter just cease to be a child--the little girl who was to be transformed by time into the so different person with whom we dined to-night. That comes back to me when I hear you speak of the growing up, in turn, of that person's own daughter."
"I follow you with a sympathy--!" Vanderbank replied. "The situation's reproduced."
"Ah partly--not altogether. The things that are unlike--well, are so VERY unlike." Mr. Longdon for a moment, on this, fixed his companion with eyes that betrayed one of the restless little jumps of his mind. "I told you just now that there's something I seem to make out in you."
"Yes, that was meant for better things?"--Vanderbank frankly took him up. "There IS something, I really believe--meant for ever so much better ones. Those are just the sort I like to be supposed to have a real affinity with. Help me to them, Mr. Longdon; help me to them, and I don't know what I won't do for you!"
"Then after all"--and his friend made the point with innocent sharpness--"you're NOT past saving!"
"Well, I individually--how shall I put it to you? If I tell you,"
Vanderbank went on, "that I've that sort of fulcrum for salvation which consists at least in a deep consciousness and the absence of a rag of illusion, I shall appear to say I'm wholly different from the world I live in and to that extent present myself as superior and fatuous. Try me at any rate. Let me try myself. Don't abandon me. See what can be done with me. Perhaps I'm after all a case. I shall certainly cling to you."
"You're too clever--you're too clever: that's what's the matter with you all!" Mr. Longdon sighed.
"With us ALL?" Vanderbank echoed. "Dear Mr. Longdon, it's the first time I've heard it. If you should say the matter with ME in particular, why there might be something in it. What you mean at any rate--I see where you come out--is that we're cold and sarcastic and cynical, without the soft human spot. I think you flatter us even while you attempt to warn; but what's extremely interesting at all events is that, as I gather, we made on you this evening, in a particular way, a collective impression--something in which our trifling varieties are merged." His visitor's face, at this, appeared to acknowledge his putting the case in perfection, so that he was encouraged to go on. "There was something particular with which you weren't altogether pleasantly struck."
Mr. Longdon, who decidedly changed colour easily, showed in his clear cheek the effect at once of feeling a finger on his fault and of admiring his companion's insight. But he accepted the situation. "I couldn't help noticing your tone."
"Do you mean its being so low?"
He had smiled at first but looked grave now. "Do you really want to know?"
"Just how you were affected? I a.s.sure you there's at this moment nothing I desire nearly so much."
"I'm no judge then," Mr. Longdon began; "I'm no critic; I'm no talker myself. I'm old-fas.h.i.+oned and narrow and ignorant. I've lived for years in a hole. I'm not a man of the world."
Vanderbank considered him with a benevolence, a geniality of approval, that he literally had to hold in check for fear of seeming to patronise.
"There's not one of us who can touch you. You're delightful, you're wonderful, and I'm intensely curious to hear you," the young man pursued. "Were we absolutely odious?" Before his guest's puzzled, finally almost pained face, such an air of appreciating so much candour, yet of looking askance at so much freedom, he could only try to smooth the way and light the subject. "You see we don't in the least know where we are. We're lost--and you find us." Mr. Longdon, as he spoke, had prepared at last really to go, reaching the door with a manner that denoted, however, by no means so much satiety as an attention that felt itself positively too agitated. Vanderbank had helped him on with the Inverness cape and for an instant detained him by it. "Just tell me as a kindness. DO we talk--"
"Too freely?" Mr. Longdon, with his clear eyes so untouched by time, speculatively murmured.
"Too outrageously. I want the truth."
The truth evidently for Mr. Longdon was difficult to tell. "Well--it was certainly different."
"From you and Lady Julia? I see. Well, of course with time SOME change is natural, isn't it? But so different," Vanderbank pressed, "that you were really shocked?"
His visitor smiled at this, but the smile somehow made the face graver.
"I think I was rather frightened. Good-night."
BOOK SECOND. LITTLE AGGIE
Mrs. Brookenham stopped on the threshold with the sharp surprise of the sight of her son, and there was disappointment, though rather of the afflicted than of the irritated sort, in the question that, slowly advancing, she launched at him. "If you're still lolling about why did you tell me two hours ago that you were leaving immediately?"
Deep in a large brocaded chair with his little legs stuck out to the fire, he was so much at his ease that he was almost flat on his back.
She had evidently roused him from sleep, and it took him a couple of minutes--during which, without again looking at him, she directly approached a beautiful old French secretary, a fine piece of the period of Louis Seize--to justify his presence. "I changed my mind. I couldn't get off."
"Do you mean to say you're not going?"
"Well, I'm thinking it over. What's a fellow to do?" He sat up a little, staring with conscious solemnity at the fire, and if it had been--as it was not--one of the annoyances she in general expected from him, she might have received the impression that his flush was the heat of liquor.
"He's to keep out of the way," she returned--"when he has led one so deeply to hope it." There had been a bunch of keys dangling from the secretary, of which as she said these words Mrs. Brookenham took possession. Her air on observing them had promptly become that of having been in search of them, and a moment after she had pa.s.sed across the room they were in her pocket. "If you don't go what excuse will you give?"
"Do you mean to YOU, mummy?"
She stood before him and now dismally looked at him. "What's the matter with you? What an extraordinary time to take a nap!"
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