Halcyone Part 14
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By all this it can be seen that Mrs. Cricklander was a wonderful character--tenacious, indomitable, full of nerve and deserving of the greatest respect in consequence.
The only thing the least vulgar about her was her soul--if she had one--and it is not the business of society to look into such things.
Scrutiny of the sort is left for creatures like the Professor, Cheiron, who have nothing else to do--but his impressions upon this subject must come in their proper place.
Meanwhile, John Derringham had joined the party on the terrace, and was joyously acclaimed, and then minutely questioned as to the cause of his lengthy absence. He had not been to church--that was certain. He had not been out of the park, because the lodges were not in the direction from which he had been seen advancing. Where had he been, then? All alone? He would not give any account of himself, as was his way, and presently his hostess drew him on ahead and down the terrace steps. She wanted to point out to him some improvements which she contemplated. The garden must be the most beautiful in the country--and he knew so much about gardens, he could tell her exactly which style would suit the house best.
John Derringham was in a bad temper. That unaccountable sense of a discordant note with himself still stayed with him. He unconsciously, during his walk, had dwelt upon the Professor's information as to the view of the old ladies of The Chase, and then Halcyone's silence and stiffness. He felt excluded from the place which he recollected he had held in the child's regard. His memory had jumped the brief glimpse of her during her fledgling period, and had gone back with distinct vividness to the summer morning in the tree, almost seven years ago.
He answered with a carelessness which was not altogether pleasing to Cecilia Cricklander. She saw instantly that her favorite guest was ruffled by something. Although never fine, she was quick at observing all the moods of her p.a.w.ns, and had brought the faculty of watching for signs from castles, knights and kings to a science. John Derringham must be humored and cajoled by a proof of her great understanding of him--he must be left in silence for a minute, and then she would pause and look over the bal.u.s.trade, so that he might see her handsome profile and take in the exquisite simplicity of her perfect dress. She knew these things pleased him. She would look a little sad, too, and far away.
It had its effect.
"What are you dreaming about, fair chatelaine?" he asked after a while.
"Your charming mouth has its corners drooped."
"I was wondering--" and then she stopped.
"Yes?" asked John Derringham. "You were wondering what?"
"I was wondering if one could ever get you to really take an interest in anything but your politics, and your England's advancement? How good it would be if one could interest you for a moment in anything else."
He leaned upon the bal.u.s.trade beside her.
"You are talking nonsense," he said. "You know very well that you interest me every time I see you--and it is growing upon me. That was not the only thing revolving in your clever mind."
"Yes, indeed," and she looked down.
"Well, then, I am interested in your garden. What do you think of doing?
Tell me."
She explained an elaborate plan, and quoted the names of famous gardeners and their styles, with her accustomed erudition. For had not Arabella got them up for her only that morning, as she smoked her seventh cigarette in bed? She inclined to French things, and she thought that this particular part--a mere rough bit of the park--could very well be laid out as a _Pet.i.t Trianon_. She could procure copies of the plans of Mique, and even have a _Temple d'Amour_.
"I love to create," she said. "The place would not have amused me if everything had been complete, and if you will help me I shall be so grateful."
"Of course I will," he said. "The _Temple d'Amour_ would look quite well up upon that rising ground, and you could have a small winding lake dug to complete the illusion. Nothing is impossible, and I suppose you can get permission from the old Wendover who lives in Rome to do what you wish?"
"I should like to have been able to take the park of the next place, La Sarthe Chase, too--that impa.s.sable haw-haw and the boarded-up gate irritate me. The boards have been put since I came to look over everything last autumn. I did instruct the agent, Martin, in Applewood to offer a large price for it, but he a.s.sured me it would be quite useless; it belongs, it appears, to the most ridiculous old ladies, who are almost starving, but would rather die than be sensible."
Suddenly John Derringham was conscious that his sympathies had s.h.i.+fted to the Misses La Sarthe, and he could not imagine why.
"You told me, I think," she went on, "that you knew this neighborhood.
Do you happen to be aware of any bait I could hold out to them?"
"No, I do not," he said. "That sort of pride is foolish, if you like; but there it is--part of an inheritance of the spirit which in the past has made England great. They are wonderful old ladies. I dined with them once long ago."
"I must really go over and see them one day. Perhaps I could persuade them to my view."
The flicker of a smile came into the eyes of John Derringham, and she noticed it at once. It angered her, and deepened the pretty pink in her fresh cheeks.
"You think they would not be pleased to see me?" she flashed.
"They are ridiculously old-fas.h.i.+oned," he said. "Not your type at all."
"But I love curiosities," she returned, smiling now. "I am not absolutely set upon any type. All human beings are a delightful study.
If you know them, you must bring them to see me then some day."
But at this John Derringham laughed outright.
"If you could picture them, you would laugh, too," he said. "There is someone, though, whom I do want you to know, who lives close here--my old Oxford professor of Greek, Arnold Carlyon. He is a study who will repay you. The most whimsical cynic, as well as one of the greatest scholars I have ever come across in my life. I promised him to-day that I would persuade you to let me take you to see him."
"How enchanting," she replied with enthusiasm. "And we must make him come here. When shall we go? To-morrow?"
"No, I said Monday or Tuesday--with your permission," and he bent over her with caressing homage.
"Of course--when you will. That, then, is where you were this morning.
But how did you get back through the park?" she asked. "There is no opening at that side whatever. It is all blocked by the wicked La Sarthe Chase."
"I came round the edge," he said, and felt annoyed--he hated lying--"and then turned upwards. I wanted to see the boundaries."
"I hate boundaries," she laughed. "I always want to overstep them."
"There is the chance of being caught in snares."
"Which adds to the excitement," and she allowed her radiant eyes to seek his with a challenge.
He was not slow to take it up.
"Enchantress," he whispered softly, "it is you whose charm lays snares for men. You have no fear of falling into them yourself."
She rippled a low laugh of satisfaction. And, having tamed her lion, she now suggested it was time to go in to luncheon.
CHAPTER XII
Arabella Clinker took Sunday afternoons generally to write a long letter to her mother, and Good Friday seemed almost a Sunday, so she went up to her room from force of habit. But first she looked up some facts in the countless books of reference she kept always by her. Mrs. Cricklander had skated over some very thin ice at luncheon upon a cla.s.sical subject, when talking to the distinguished Mr. Derringham, and she must be warned and primed up before dinner. Arabella had herself averted a catastrophe and dexterously turned the conversation in the nick of time. Mrs.
Cricklander had a peculiarly uncla.s.sical brain, and found learning statistics about ancient philosophies and the names of mythological personages the most difficult of all. Fortunately in these days, even among the most polished, this special branch of cultivation was rather old-fas.h.i.+oned, Miss Clinker reflected, but still, as Mr. Derringham seemed determined to wander along this line (Arabella had unconsciously appropriated some apt Americanisms during her three years of bondage), she must be loyal and not allow her employer to commit any blunders. So she got her facts crystallized, or "tabloided," as Mrs. Cricklander would mentally have characterized the process, and then she began her letter to her parent. Mrs. Clinker, an Irishwoman and the widow of a learned Dean, understood a number of things, and was clear-headed and humorous, for all her seventy years, and these pa.s.sages in her daughter's letter amused her.
We are entertaining a number of distinguished visitors, and among them Mr. John Derringham, the Under Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs. He is a most interesting personality, as perfectly sure of what he wants in life as is M. E. (M. E. stood for "My Employer"--names were invidious). They would be a perfect match, each as selfish as the other, I should say. He is really very cultivated, and believes her to be so, too. She has not made a single mistake as yet, but frightened me at luncheon a little. I must try and get her to keep him off cla.s.sical subjects. She intends to marry him--and then she will not require me, I suppose; or rather, I do not think he would permit her to keep me. If it came to a measure of wills, he would win, I think--at first, at least--but she could wear away a stone in the end, as you know. The arranging of this place is still amusing her, so she may decide to spend a good deal of time here. She closed her mouth with that firm snap this morning that I have described to you often, and said that it was going to be her delight to make them put themselves out and come so far away from London for her. "Them," for the moment, are Mr. Derringham and Mr.
Hanbury-Green, almost a Socialist person, who is on the other side--very brilliantly clever but with a c.o.c.kney accent in one or two words. M. E. does not notice this, of course. Mr. H-G. is in love with her--Mr. D. is not, but she is determined that he shall be. I do not know if he intends to marry her. He is making up his mind, I think, therefore I must be doubly careful not to allow her to commit any mistakes, because if she did it would certainly estrange him, and as to keep her free is so much to our advantage, I feel I must be extra careful in doing my duty.
Arabella was a person of scrupulous honor.
She then proceeded to describe the party, and concluded with,
There is one American girl I like very much--perfectly natural and bubbling with spirits, saying aloud everything she thinks, really well educated and taking so much outdoor exercise that she has not yet begun to have the nervous attacks that are such a distressing feature of so many of her countrywomen. I am told it is their climate. M. E. says it is because the men out there have always let them have their own way. I should think so much smoking has something to do with it.
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