A Voyage of Consolation Part 23
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We were sitting in a narrow balcony that seemed to jut out of a horn of the city's lovely crescent. d.i.c.ky and Isabel occupied chairs at a distance nicely calculated to necessitate a troublesome raising of the voice to communicate with them. Mrs. Portheris was still confined to her room with what was understood to be the const.i.tutional shock of her experiences in the Catacombs. d.i.c.ky, in joyful privacy, a.s.sured me that n.o.body could recover from a combination of Roman tallow and French kid in less than a week, but I told him he did not know the British const.i.tution.
[Ill.u.s.tration: We were sitting in a narrow balcony.]
The moon sailed high over Naples, and lighted the lapping curve of her perfect bay in the deepest, softest blue, and showed us some of the nearer houses of the city, sloping and shouldering and creeping down, that they were pink and yellow and parti-coloured, while the rest curved and glimmered round the water in all tender tones of white holding up a thousand lamps. And behind, curving too, the hills stood clear, with the grey phantom of Vesuvius in sharp familiar lines, sending up its stream of steady red, and now and then a leaping flame. It was a scene to wake the latent sentiment of even a British bosom. I thought I would stay a little longer.
"So you usually ordered a chop?" I said by way of resuming the conversation. "I hope the chops were tender."
(I have a vague recollection that my intonation was.)
"There are worse things in the States than the mutton," replied Mr.
Mafferton, moving his chair to enable him, by twisting his neck not too ostentatiously, to glance occasionally at d.i.c.ky and Isabel, "but the steaks were distinctly better than the chops--distinctly."
"So all connoisseurs say," I replied respectfully. "Would you like to change seats with me? I don't mind sitting with my back to--Vesuvius."
Mr. Mafferton blushed--unless it was the glow from the volcano.
"Not on my account," he said. "By any means."
"You do not fear a demonstration," I suggested. "And yet the forces of nature are very uncertain. That is your English nerve. It deserves all that is said of it."
Mr. Mafferton looked at me suspiciously.
"I fancy you must be joking," he said.
He sometimes complained that the great bar to his observation of the American character was the American sense of humour. It was one of the things he had made a note of, as interfering with the intelligent stranger's enjoyment of the country.
"I suppose," I replied reproachfully, "you never pause to think how unkind a suspicion like that is? When one _wishes_ to be taken seriously."
"I fear I do not," Mr. Mafferton confessed. "Perhaps I jump rather hastily to conclusions sometimes. It's a family trait. We get it through the Warwick-Howards on my mother's side."
"Then, of course, there can't be any objection to it. But when one knows a person's opinion of frivolity, always to be thought frivolous by the person is hard to bear. Awfully."
And if my expression, as I gazed past this Englishman at Vesuvius, was one of sad resignation, there was nothing in the situation to exhilarate anybody.
The impa.s.sive countenance of Mr. Mafferton was disturbed by a ray of concern. The moonlight enabled me to see it quite clearly. "Pray, Miss Wick," he said, "do not think that. Who was it that wrote----"
"A little humour now and then Is relished by the wisest men."
"I don't know," I said, "but there's something about it that makes me think it is English in its origin. Do you _really_ endorse it?"
"Certainly I do. And your liveliness, Miss Wick, if I may say so, is certainly one of your accomplishments. It is to some extent a racial characteristic. You share it with Mr. Dod."
I glanced in the direction of the other two. "They seem desperately bored with each other," I said. "They are not saying anything. Shall we join them?"
"Dod is probably sulking because I am monopolising you. Mrs. Portheris, you see, has let me into the secret"--Mr. Mafferton looked _very_ arch--"By all means, if you think he ought to be humoured."
"No," I said firmly, "humouring is very bad for d.i.c.ky. But I don't think he should be allowed to wreak his ill-temper on Isabel."
"I have noticed a certain lack of power to take the initiative about Miss Portheris," said Mr. Mafferton coldly, "especially when her mother is not with her. She seems quite unable to extricate herself from situations like the present."
"She is so young," I said apologetically, "and besides, I don't think you could expect her to go quite away and leave us here together, you know. She would naturally have foolish ideas. She doesn't know anything about our irrevocable Past."
"Why should she care?" asked Mr. Mafferton hypocritically.
"Oh," I said. "I don't know, I'm sure. Only Mrs. Portheris----"
"She is certainly a charming girl," said Mr. Mafferton.
"And _so_ well brought up," said I.
"Ye-es. Perhaps a little self-contained."
"She has no need to rely upon her conversation." I observed.
"I don't know. The fact is----"
"What is the fact?" I asked softly. "After all that has pa.s.sed I think I may claim your confidence, Mr. Mafferton." I had some difficulty afterwards in justifying this, but it seemed entirely appropriate at the time.
"The fact is, that up to three weeks ago I believed Miss Portheris to be the incarnation of so many una.s.suming virtues and personal charms that I was almost ready to make a fresh bid for domestic happiness in her society. I have for some time wished to marry----"
"I know," I said sympathetically.
"But during the last three weeks I have become a little uncertain."
"There shouldn't be the _slightest_ uncertainty," I observed.
"Marriage in England is such a permanent inst.i.tution."
"I have known it to last for years even in the United States," I sighed.
"And it is a serious responsibility to undertake to reciprocate in full the devotion of an attached wife."
"I fancy Isabel is a person of strong affections," I said; "one notices it with her mother. And any one who could dote on Mrs. Portheris would certainly----"
"I fear so," said Mr. Mafferton.
"I understand," I continued, "why you hesitate. And really, feeling as you do, I wouldn't be precipitate."
"I won't," he said.
"Watch the state of your own heart," I counselled, "for some little time. You may be sure that hers will not alter;" and, as we said good-night, I further suggested that it would be a kindness if Mr.
Mafferton would join my lonely parent in the smoking-room.
I don't know what happened on the balcony after that.
CHAPTER XVI.
A Voyage of Consolation Part 23
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