The Devourers Part 10
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"Oh, mother! has she been naughty?"
"No." Valeria remained on her knees, and put her arm round the child.
"Edith is ill," she said slowly.
"Then I will kiss her double," cried Nancy, flus.h.i.+ng.
"Nancy, Nancy, try to understand," said Valeria. "Edith is ill, as your father was, and he died; and as her sisters were, and they died. And if you kiss her, you may get ill, too, and die. And every time you kiss her--oh, Nancy, Nancy, child of mine, it is a sword struck into your mother's heart!"
There was a long pause. "And if I refuse to kiss her, will that not be a sword struck into her heart?" asked Nancy.
"Yes," said Valeria.
"And if a sword is in Edith's heart, there will be a sword in grandmother's heart, too?"
"Yes," said Valeria.
A long pause; then Nancy said: "There is a sword for every heart.... I could make a beautiful poetry about that." Her eyes were large, and saw nothing--not her mother, not Edith who was ill--but the bleeding heart of the world, sword-struck and gigantic, and in her ears the lines began to swing and flow.
"Mother of G.o.d, help us!" sighed Valeria, shaking her head. "Go to Edith."
Nancy went; and she kissed Edith, because she had forgotten all that her mother had said.
Presently Zio Giacomo came out to them with an open letter in his hand.
It was a letter from Nino, and Zio Giacomo's wrath knew no bounds. He called Nino a perfidious traitor and a foolish viper, and an imbecile and the son of an imbecile. He called Valeria a blundering and insensate one, who might have stopped Nino, and kept Nino, and married Nino, and made him behave himself; and Nino was an angel, and no husband would ever be such an angel as Nino would have been as a husband to Valeria.
And now the triple extract of insensate imbecility had gone off with an actress, a perfidious, senile snake, who had followed him to England, and it was all Valeria's fault, and Fraulein's fault. Yes, Fraulein was an absurd, moon-struck, German creature, who had turned him, Zio Giacomo, into a preposterous, doddering idiot by reading preposterous, senseless, twaddling Dante's "Inferno" to him all day long.
Fraulein wept, and Valeria wept; but that did not help Zio Giacomo. Nor did it bring back Nino from San Remo, where he was strolling under palm-trees with La Villari; and La Villari was smiling and sighing and melting in the throes of her new _toquade_.
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Nino, before leaving London, had borrowed some money from Fioretti, who had borrowed it from the lady of t.i.tle; then he had written to Nunziata Villari's impresario, and cancelled all her engagements; then he wrote to his father, and said he was sorry, and to Valeria, and said he was a miserable hound. After that he started for the Riviera with Nunziata, who was meek and docile and lovely in her incredible hats and unverisimilar gowns.
They were happy in San Remo; but as May was ended, and the weather was hot, Nino suggested spending June in Switzerland; so they went to Lucerne and up to Burgenstock.
The large hotel was already filled with English-speaking people, and the striking Italian couple was much looked at and discussed. At luncheon their table was set next to a family of Americans--father, mother, and three lovely daughters with no manners. The three girls shook their curls, and laughed in their handkerchiefs, and made inaudible remarks to each other about the new arrivals. In the evening they all three appeared in rose-silk dresses, low-necked and tight-waisted--even the youngest, who looked scarcely fourteen. They carried three Teddy-bears to table with them, and were noisy and giggling and ill-mannered; but their beauty was indescribable. The two eldest wore their red-gold curls pinned on the top of their heads with immense black bows, whereas the youngest had her flowing hair parted in the middle, and it fell like a sheet of gilt water to her waist.
Nino, who sat facing them, twisted up his moustache, and forgot to offer sweets to Nunziata; and Nunziata laughed and talked, and was charming, biting her red lips until they were scarlet, and turning her rings round and round on her delicate fingers.
Then she said--oh, quite casually!--that she had received a letter from Count Jerace that afternoon. Count Jerace? The name of the handsome Neapolitan _viveur_ always grated upon Nino, and he became angry, and made many stinging remarks; whereupon Nunziata, still sweet and patient, biting her red lips until they were scarlet, and turning her rings round and round on her delicate fingers, said that Jerace thought of coming to Burgenstock towards the end of the week.
Nino pushed his plate aside, and said he would leave the place to-morrow. Then Nunziata laughed and said: "So will I!" and Nino called her an angel, and finished his dinner peacefully.
They left the next day.
They went to Engelberg. In Engelberg there were golf-links and tennis-courts, and English girls in s.h.i.+rt-waists and sailor hats--laughing girls, blus.h.i.+ng girls, twittering girls. Engelberg was full of them. Nunziata soon got a letter to say that the Count was thinking of coming to Engelberg, and Nino took her on to Interlaken.
But all Switzerland was a-flower with girlhood. Everybody in the world seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old. Nunziata would say nervously a hundred times a day:
"What a lovely girl!"
And Nino would ask: "What girl?"
"Why, the girl that just pa.s.sed us."
Nino had not seen her.
"But you must have seen her," insisted Nunziata.
No; Nino had not seen anybody. He never did. But Nunziata saw everyone.
Every uptilted profile, every golden head, every flower-like figure, every curve of every young cheek, struck thorns and splinters into her hurting heart. She wore her incredible gowns and her unverisimilar hats, but they seemed strange and out of place in Switzerland; and the brief-skirted, tennis-playing girls, pa.s.sing in twos and threes in the cruel June suns.h.i.+ne, with their arms round each other's waists, would turn and look after her and smile.
Soon Nunziata felt that what had been a caprice for four years, while she had had her roles and her audiences, her impresarios and her critics, her adorers and her enemies to distract her, was a caprice no longer. What had been merely a _toquade_, to laugh at and to talk about, was no more a _toquade_. The fire had flamed up, and was a conflagration; it was, indeed, _la grande pa.s.sion_. And Nino was alone in her world. Nino was not Nino to her any more. He was youth itself, he was love, he was life, he was all that she had had in the fulness of her past, all that would soon slip from her for ever. And her heart grew bitter, as does the heart of every woman who is older than the man she loves. Her thirty-eight years were to her as a wound of shame.
Sometimes, when he looked at her, she would bend forward and put her hands over his eyes. "Don't look at me! don't look at me!" And when he laughed and drew her hands aside, she murmured: "Your eyes are my enemies. I dread them." For she knew that his eyes would gaze upon and desire all the beauty and the youngness of the world.
Late one afternoon they sat on their balcony, while an Italian orchestra in the gardens beneath them played some Sicilian music that they loved.
Nunziata spoke her thought. "Are you not tiring of me, Nino? Oh, Nino!
are you sure you are not tiring of me yet?"
"Yet?" exclaimed Nino. "I shall never tire of you--never!"
"Ils faisaient d'eternels serments!..." murmured Nunziata, with a bitter smile.
Nino grasped her white helpless hands. "Why will you not be happy?" he said; for he knew her heart.
"I do not know," said Nunziata.
"You are unhappy. I feel it--I feel it all through the day, even when you laugh," said Nino. "Would you be happier without me?"
"Neither with you nor without you can I live," said Nunziata.
The orchestra was playing Lola's song, and her soul was filled with the hunger of the unattainable and the thirst of death; then, as it was late, she got up with a little sigh, and having powdered her face and patted her hair, and said a little prayer to the Madonna, she slipped her arm through his, and they went down to dinner together.
"I promise I shall not be so foolish again!" she said. "It is absurd; it is morbid!"
But after dinner a girl from Budapest was asked if she would dance. The girl laughed and hesitated; then she vanished for a few minutes, during which time Nunziata turned faint and sick. The girl reappeared, barefooted and lightly draped; then she danced. She danced like the incarnation of spring, and she looked like a blossom blown from the almond-tree. And Nunziata was morbid again.
Nino was in despair. He looked gloomy, and sighed, and quoted Verlaine:
"Mourons ensemble, voulez-vous?"
She laughed a little broken laugh, and quoted the succeeding line:
"Oh! la folle idee!"
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