The Pension Beaurepas Part 9
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"Here comes the 'European society,' the poor daughter's bugbear," I said to myself. "Certainly," I remarked aloud--I admit, rather perversely--"if you have lived a great deal in pensions, you must have got acquainted with lots of people."
Mrs. Church dropped her eyes a moment; and then, with considerable gravity, "I think the European pension system in many respects remarkable, and in some satisfactory. But of the friends.h.i.+ps that we have formed, few have been contracted in establishments of this kind."
"I am sorry to hear that!" I said, laughing.
"I don't say it for you, though I might say it for some others. We have been interested in European homes."
"Oh, I see!"
"We have the entree of the old Genevese society I like its tone. I prefer it to that of Mr. Ruck," added Mrs. Church, calmly; "to that of Mrs. Ruck and Miss Ruck--of Miss Ruck especially."
"Ah, the poor Rucks haven't any tone at all," I said "Don't take them more seriously than they take themselves."
"Tell me this," my companion rejoined, "are they fair examples?"
"Examples of what?"
"Of our American tendencies."
"'Tendencies' is a big word, dear lady; tendencies are difficult to calculate. And you shouldn't abuse those good Rucks, who have been very kind to your daughter. They have invited her to go and stay with them in Thirty-Seventh Street."
"Aurora has told me. It might be very serious."
"It might be very droll," I said.
"To me," declared Mrs. Church, "it is simply terrible. I think we shall have to leave the Pension Beaurepas. I shall go back to Madame Chamousset."
"On account of the Rucks?" I asked.
"Pray, why don't they go themselves? I have given them some excellent addresses--written down the very hours of the trains. They were going to Appenzell; I thought it was arranged."
"They talk of Chamouni now," I said; "but they are very helpless and undecided."
"I will give them some Chamouni addresses. Mrs. Ruck will send a chaise a porteurs; I will give her the name of a man who lets them lower than you get them at the hotels. After that they MUST go."
"Well, I doubt," I observed, "whether Mr. Ruck will ever really be seen on the Mer de Glace--in a high hat. He's not like you; he doesn't value his European privileges. He takes no interest. He regrets Wall Street, acutely. As his wife says, he is very restless, but he has no curiosity about Chamouni. So you must not depend too much on the effect of your addresses."
"Is it a frequent type?" asked Mrs. Church, with an air of self- control.
"I am afraid so. Mr. Ruck is a broken-down man of business. He is broken down in health, and I suspect he is broken down in fortune.
He has spent his whole life in buying and selling; he knows how to do nothing else. His wife and daughter have spent their lives, not in selling, but in buying; and they, on their side, know how to do nothing else. To get something in a shop that they can put on their backs--that is their one idea; they haven't another in their heads.
Of course they spend no end of money, and they do it with an implacable persistence, with a mixture of audacity and of cunning.
They do it in his teeth and they do it behind his back; the mother protects the daughter, and the daughter eggs on the mother. Between them they are bleeding him to death."
"Ah, what a picture!" murmured Mrs. Church. "I am afraid they are very-uncultivated."
"I share your fears. They are perfectly ignorant; they have no resources. The vision of fine clothes occupies their whole imagination. They have not an idea--even a worse one--to compete with it. Poor Mr. Ruck, who is extremely good-natured and soft, seems to me a really tragic figure. He is getting bad news every day from home; his business is going to the dogs. He is unable to stop it; he has to stand and watch his fortunes ebb. He has been used to doing things in a big way, and he feels mean, if he makes a fuss about bills. So the ladies keep sending them in."
"But haven't they common sense? Don't they know they are ruining themselves?"
"They don't believe it. The duty of an American husband and father is to keep them going. If he asks them how, that's his own affair.
So, by way of not being mean, of being a good American husband and father, poor Ruck stands staring at bankruptcy."
Mrs. Church looked at me a moment, in quickened meditation. "Why, if Aurora were to go to stay with them, she might not even be properly fed!"
"I don't, on the whole, recommend," I said, laughing, "that your daughter should pay a visit to Thirty-Seventh Street."
"Why should I be subjected to such trials--so sadly eprouvee? Why should a daughter of mine like that dreadful girl?"
"DOES she like her?"
"Pray, do you mean," asked my companion, softly, "that Aurora is a hypocrite?"
I hesitated a moment. "A little, since you ask me. I think you have forced her to be."
Mrs. Church answered this possibly presumptuous charge with a tranquil, candid exultation. "I never force my daughter!"
"She is nevertheless in a false position," I rejoined. "She hungers and thirsts to go back to her own country; she wants 'to come' out in New York, which is certainly, socially speaking, the El Dorado of young ladies. She likes any one, for the moment, who will talk to her of that, and serve as a connecting-link with her native sh.o.r.es.
Miss Ruck performs this agreeable office."
"Your idea is, then, that if she were to go with Miss Ruck to America she would drop her afterwards."
I complimented Mrs. Church upon her logical mind, but I repudiated this cynical supposition. "I can't imagine her--when it should come to the point--embarking with the famille Ruck. But I wish she might go, nevertheless."
Mrs. Church shook her head serenely, and smiled at my inappropriate zeal. "I trust my poor child may never be guilty of so fatal a mistake. She is completely in error; she is wholly unadapted to the peculiar conditions of American life. It would not please her. She would not sympathise. My daughter's ideal is not the ideal of the cla.s.s of young women to which Miss Ruck belongs. I fear they are very numerous; they give the tone--they give the tone."
"It is you that are mistaken," I said; "go home for six months and see."
"I have not, unfortunately, the means to make costly experiments. My daughter has had great advantages--rare advantages--and I should be very sorry to believe that au fond she does not appreciate them. One thing is certain: I must remove her from this pernicious influence.
We must part company with this deplorable family. If Mr. Ruck and his ladies cannot be induced to go to Chamouni--a journey that no traveller with the smallest self-respect would omit--my daughter and I shall be obliged to retire. We shall go to Dresden."
"To Dresden?"
"The capital of Saxony. I had arranged to go there for the autumn, but it will be simpler to go immediately. There are several works in the gallery with which my daughter has not, I think, sufficiently familiarised herself; it is especially strong in the seventeenth century schools."
As my companion offered me this information I perceived Mr. Ruck come lounging in, with his hands in his pockets, and his elbows making acute angles. He had his usual anomalous appearance of both seeking and avoiding society, and he wandered obliquely toward Mrs. Church, whose last words he had overheard. "The seventeenth century schools," he said, slowly, as if he were weighing some very small object in a very large-pair of scales. "Now, do you suppose they HAD schools at that period?"
Mrs. Church rose with a good deal of precision, making no answer to this incongruous jest. She clasped her large volume to her neat little bosom, and she fixed a gentle, serious eye upon Mr. Ruck.
"I had a letter this morning from Chamouni," she said.
"Well," replied Mr. Ruck, "I suppose you've got friends all over."
"I have friends at Chamouni, but they are leaving. To their great regret." I had got up, too; I listened to this statement, and I wondered. I am almost ashamed to mention the subject of my agitation. I asked myself whether this was a sudden improvisation, consecrated by maternal devotion; but this point has never been elucidated. "They are giving up some charming rooms; perhaps you would like them. I would suggest your telegraphing. The weather is glorious," continued Mrs. Church, "and the highest peaks are now perceived with extraordinary distinctness."
Mr. Ruck listened, as he always listened, respectfully. "Well," he said, "I don't know as I want to go up Mount Blank. That's the princ.i.p.al attraction, isn't it?"
"There are many others. I thought I would offer you an--an exceptional opportunity."
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