A Fountain Sealed Part 34
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"You have heaps, too," said Valerie.
"Oh, but it's sand-colored. And I do it so horribly. It is so heavy and pulls back so."
"I know; that's the difficulty with heaps of hair. But I had a very clever maid, and she taught me how to manage it. Sand-color is a lovely color as a background to the face, you know."
Valerie rarely made personal remarks and rarely paid compliments. She had none of the winning allurements of the siren; Mary had realized that and was now realizing that genuine interest, even if reticent, may be the most fragrant of compliments.
"I wish you would let me show you how to do it," Valerie added.
Mary blushed. There had always been to her, in her ruthless hair-dressing, an element of severe candor, the recognition of charmlessness, a sort of homage paid to wholesome if bitter fact. Mrs. Upton was not, in her flower-like satisfaction, one bit vain; but Mary suspected herself of feeling a real thrill of tempted vanity. The form of the temptation was, however, too sweet to be rejected, and Mrs. Upton's hair was so simply done, too, though, she suspected, done with a guileful simplicity. It wouldn't look vain to do it like that; but, on the other hand, it would probably take three times as long to do; there was always the question of one's right to employ precious moments in personal adornment. "How kind of you," she murmured. "I am so stupid though. Could I really learn? And wouldn't it take up a good deal of my time every morning?"
Valerie smiled. "Well, it's a nice way of spending one's time, don't you think?"
This was, somehow, quite unanswerable, and Mary had never thought of it in that light. She sat down before Valerie's pretty, tipped mirror and looked with some excitement at the rows of glittering toilet utensils set out before her. She was sure that Mrs. Upton found it nice to spend a great deal of time before her mirror.
"It is so kind of you," she repeated. "And it will be so interesting to see how you do it. And, oh, I am forgetting the thing I came for--how stupid, how wrong of me. It's a message from Jack. He wants to know if you will drive with him."
"And what are all the plans for to-day?" Mrs. Upton asked irrelevantly, unpinning the cl.u.s.tered k.n.o.bs at the back of Mary's head and softly shaking out the stringently twisted locks as she uncoiled them.
"It is _so_ kind of you;--but oughtn't I to take Jack his answer first?"
"The answer will wait. He has his letters to see to now. What are they all doing?"
"Well, let me see; Rose is in the hammock and Eddy is talking to her.
Imogen is going to take Miss Boc.o.c.k to see her club."
"Oh, it is Imogen's club day, is it? She asked Miss Boc.o.c.k?"
"Miss Boc.o.c.k asked her, or, rather, Jack told her that he had been telling Miss Boc.o.c.k about it; it was Jack who asked. He knew, of course, that she would be interested in it;--a big, fine person like Miss Boc.o.c.k would be bound to be."
"Um," Valerie seemed vaguely to consider as she pa.s.sed the comb down the long tresses. "I don't think that I can let Imogen carry off Miss Boc.o.c.k;--Miss Boc.o.c.k can go to the club another day; I want to do some gardening with her this morning; she's a very clever gardener, did you know?--So I shall be selfish. Imogen can take Sir Basil; he likes walks."
Mrs. Upton was now brus.h.i.+ng, and very dexterously; but Mary, glancing at her with a little anxiety for the avowed selfishness, fancied that she was not thinking much about the hair. Mary could not quite interpret the change she felt in the lovely face. Something hard, something controlled was there.
"But Jack?"--she questioned.
"Well, Jack can take you on the drive. You and he have seen very little of each other since you've come; such old friends as you are, too."
"Yes, we are," said Mary, gazing abstractedly at her own face, now, in the mirror, and forgetting both her own transformation and the face that bent above her. A familiar cloud of pain gathered within her and, suddenly, she found herself bursting out with:--"Oh, Mrs. Upton--I am so unhappy about Jack!"
Valerie, in the mirror, gave her a keen, quick glance. "I am, too, Mary,"
she said.
Mary, at this, turned in her chair to look up at her:--"You see, you feel it, too!"
"That _he_ is unhappy? Yes, I see and feel it."
"And you care;--I am sure that you care."
"I care very much. I love Jack very much."
Mary seized her hand and tears filled her eyes. "Oh, you _are_ a dear!--One must love him when one really knows him, mustn't one?--Mrs. Upton, I've known Jack all my life and he is simply one of the n.o.blest, deepest, realest people in the whole world."
"I am sure of that."
"Well, then, can't you help him?" Mary cried.
"How can I help him?--In what way?" Valerie asked, her grave smile fading.
"With Imogen. It's that, you see, their alienation, that's breaking his heart.
"Of course you've seen it all more clearly than I have," Mary went on, her hair about her face, her hand clasping Valerie's;--"Of course you understand it, and everything that has happened to them. I love Imogen, too--please don't doubt that;--but, but, I can't but feel that it's _her_ mistake, _her_ blindness that has been the cause. She couldn't accept it, you see, that he should--stand for a new thing, and be loyal to the old thing at the same time."
Valerie, now, had sunken into a chair near Mary's, and one hand was still in Mary's hand, and in the other she still held a tress of Mary's hair. She looked down at this tress while she said:--"But Imogen was right, quite right. He couldn't stand for the new thing and be loyal to the old."
Mary's eyes widened: "You mean,--Mrs. Upton?--"
"Just what you do. That _I_ am the cause."
She raised her eyes to Mary's and the girl became scarlet.
"Oh,--you do see it all," she breathed.
"All, all, Mary. To Imogen I stand, I must stand, for the wrong; to Jack--though he can't think of me very well as 'standing' for anything, I'm not altogether in that category. So that his champions.h.i.+p of me judges him in Imogen's eyes. Imogen has had a great deal to bear. Have you heard of the last thing? She has not told you? I have refused my consent to her having a biography of her father written. She had set her heart on it."
"Oh, I hadn't heard anything. You wouldn't consent? Oh, poor Imogen!"
"It is, poor Imogen. In this, too, she has found no sympathy in Jack. All his sympathy is with me. It has been the end, for both of them. And it is inevitable, Mary."
"Oh, Mrs. Upton, what can I say--what can I think?--I don't seem to be able to see who is right and who is wrong!" Mary covered the confusion of her thoughts by burying her face in her hands.
"No; one can't see. That's what one finds out."
"Of course, I have always thought Mr. Upton a very wonderful person," Mary murmured from behind her hands, her Puritan instinct warning her that now, when it gave her such pain, was the time above all others for a "testifying," a "bearing witness."--"But I know that Jack never felt about that as I did. Of course I, too, think that the biography ought to be written."
Valerie was silent, and her silence, Mary felt, was definitive.
She wouldn't explain herself; she wouldn't seek self-exculpation; and while, with all her humility, Mary felt that as a little stinging, she felt it, also, as something of a relief. Mrs. Upton, no doubt, was indifferent as to her opinion of her rightness and her wrongness, and Mrs. Upton--there was the comfort of it,--was a person whom one must put on one side when it came to judgments. She didn't seem to belong to any of the usual categories. One didn't want to judge her. One was thankful for the haze she made about herself and her motives. That Jack understood her was, Mary felt sure, the result of some peculiar perspicacity of Jack's, for she didn't believe that Mrs. Upton had ever explained or exculpated herself to Jack, either. It even dawned on her that his perspicacity perhaps consisted mainly in the sense of trust that she herself was experiencing. She trusted Mrs. Upton, were she right, or were she wrong, and there was an end of it.
With that final realization she uncovered her eyes and met her hostess's eyes again, eyes so soft, so clear, but with, in them, a look of suffering.
Childlike, her hair folding behind her cheek and neck, she was faded, touched with age; Mary had never seen it so clearly. Somehow it made her even sorrier than the suffering she recognized.
"Oh, but it's been hard for you, too," she exclaimed, shyly but irrepressibly, "everything, all of it. Just let me say that."
Valerie had blushed her infrequent, vivid blush. She rose and came behind Mary's chair again, gathering up the abandoned tresses. But before she began to comb and coil she said, "Thanks," leaning forward and, very lightly, kissing the girl's forehead.
After that there was silence between them while the work of hair-dressing went on. Valerie did not speak again until, softly forming the contour of the transfigured head, she said, looking at Mary's reflection with an air of quiet triumph;--"Now, is not that charming?"
"Charming; perfectly charming," Mary replied, vaguely; the tears were near her eyes.
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