Mr. Waddington of Wyck Part 1
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Mr. Waddington of Wyck.
by May Sinclair.
I
Barbara wished she would come back. For the last hour f.a.n.n.y Waddington had kept on pa.s.sing in and out of the room through the open door into the garden, bringing in tulips, white, pink, and red tulips, for the flowered Lowestoft bowls, hovering over them, caressing them with her delicate b.u.t.terfly fingers, humming some sort of song to herself.
The song mixes itself up with the Stores list Barbara was making: "Two dozen gla.s.s towels. Twelve pounds of Spratt's puppy biscuits. One dozen gent.'s all-silk pyjamas, extra large size" ... "A-hoom--hoom, a-hoom--hoom" (that _Impromptu_ of Schubert's), and with the notes Barbara was writing: "Mrs. Waddington has pleasure in enclosing...."
f.a.n.n.y Waddington would always have pleasure in enclosing something....
"A ho-om--boom, hoom, hee." A sound so light that it hardly stirred the quiet of the room. If a b.u.t.terfly could hum it would hum like f.a.n.n.y Waddington.
Barbara Madden had not been two days at Lower Wyck Manor, and already she was at home there; she knew by heart f.a.n.n.y's drawing-room with the low stretch of the Tudor windows at each end, their lattices panelled by the heavy mullions, the back one looking out on to the green garden bordered with wallflowers and tulips; the front one on to the round gra.s.s-plot and the sundial, the drive and the shrubbery beyond, down the broad walk that cut through it into the clear reaches of the park. She liked the interior, the Persian carpet faded to patches of grey and fawn and old rose, the port-wine mahogany furniture, the tables thrusting out the bra.s.s claws of their legs, the latticed cabinets and bookcases, the chintz curtains and chair-covers, all red dahlias and powder-blue parrots on a cream-coloured ground. But when f.a.n.n.y wasn't there you could feel the room ache with the emptiness she left.
Barbara ached. She caught herself listening for f.a.n.n.y Waddington's feet on the flagged path and the sound of her humming. As she waited she looked up at the picture over the bureau in the recess of the fireplace, the portrait in oils of Horatio Bysshe Waddington, f.a.n.n.y's husband.
He was seated, heavily seated with his spread width and folded height, in one of the brown-leather chairs of his library, dressed in a tweed coat, putty-coloured riding breeches, a buff waistcoat, and a grey-blue tie. The handsome, florid face was lifted in a n.o.ble pose above the stiff white collar; you could see the full, slightly drooping lower lip under the s.h.a.ggy black moustache. There was solemnity in the thick, rounded salient of the Roman nose, in the slightly bulging eyes, and in the almost imperceptible line that sagged from each nostril down the long curve of the cheeks. This figure, one great thigh crossed on the other, was extraordinarily solid against the smoky background where the clipped black hair made a watery light. His eyes were not looking at anything in particular. Horatio Bysshe Waddington seemed to be absorbed in some solemn thought.
His wife's portrait hung over the card-table in the other recess.
Barbara hoped he would be nice; she hoped he would be interesting, since she had to be his secretary. But, of course, he would be. Anybody so enchanting as f.a.n.n.y could never have married him if he wasn't. She wondered how she, Barbara Madden, would play her double part of secretary to him and companion to her. She had been secretary to other men before; all through the war she had been secretary to somebody, but she had never had to be companion to their wives. Perhaps it was a good thing that f.a.n.n.y, as she kept on reminding her, had "secured" her first.
She was glad he wasn't there when she arrived and wouldn't be till the day after to-morrow (he had wired that morning to tell them); so that for two days more she would have f.a.n.n.y to herself.
2
"Well, what do you think of him?"
f.a.n.n.y had come back into the room; she was hovering behind her.
"I--I think he's jolly good-looking."
"Well, you see, that was painted seventeen years ago. He was young then."
"Has he changed much since?"
"Dear me, no," said f.a.n.n.y. "He hasn't changed at all."
"No more have you, I think."
"Oh, _me_--in seventeen years!"
She was still absurdly like her portrait, after seventeen years, with her light, slender body, poised for one of her flights, her quick movements of b.u.t.terfly and bird, with her small white face, the terrier nose lifted on the moth-wing shadows of her nostrils, her dark-blue eyes, that gazed at you, close under the low black eyebrows, her brown hair that sprang in two sickles from the peak on her forehead, raking up to the backward curve of the chignon, a profile of cyclamen. And her mouth, the fine lips drawn finer by her enchanting smile. All these features set in such strange, sensitive unity that her mouth looked at you and her eyes said things. No matter how long she lived she would always be young.
"Oh, my dear child," she said, "you are so like your mother."
"Am I? Were you afraid I wouldn't be?"
"A little, just a little afraid. I thought you'd be modern."
"So I am. So was mother."
"Not when I knew her."
"Afterwards then." A sudden thought came to Barbara. "Mrs. Waddington, if mother was your dearest friend why haven't you known me all this time?"
"Your mother and I lost sight of each other before you were born."
"Mother didn't want to."
"Nor I."
"Mother would have hated you to think she did."
"I never thought it. She must have known I didn't."
"Then why--"
"Did we lose sight?"
"Yes, why? People don't, if they can help it, if they care enough. And mother cared."
"You're a persistent little thing, aren't you? Are you trying to make out that I didn't care?"
"I'm trying to make you see that mother did."
"Well, my dear, we both cared, but we _couldn't_ help it. We married, and our husbands didn't hit it off."
"Didn't they? And daddy was so nice. Didn't you know how nice he was?"
"Oh, yes. I knew. My husband was nice, too, Barbara; though you mightn't think it."
"Oh, but I do. I'm sure he is. Only I haven't seen him yet."
"So nice. But," said f.a.n.n.y, pursuing her own thought, "he never made a joke in his life, and your father never _made_ anything else."
"Daddy didn't 'make' jokes. They came to him."
"I've seen them come. He never sent any of them away, no matter how naughty they were, or how expensive. I used to adore his jokes.... But Horatio didn't. He didn't like my adoring them, so you see--"
"I see. I wonder," said Barbara, looking up at the portrait again, "what he's thinking about?"
"I used to wonder."
"But you know now?"
"Yes, I know now," f.a.n.n.y said.
"What'll happen," said Barbara, "if _I_ make jokes?"
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