Audrey Craven Part 16
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"What would you very much like to know, Puss?"
"What you saw in me, to begin with."
"I haven't the remotest idea--unless it was your intellect."
"I should also like to know," said Audrey to the teapot, "why people fall in love?"
"The taste is either natural or acquired. Some take to it because they like it; some are driven to it by a hereditary tendency or an unhappy home. I do it myself to drown care."
"Will you have any tea?" asked Audrey, sternly.
"No, thank you, I won't."
She laughed, as she might have laughed at a greedy child for revenging on its stomach the injury done to its heart. Poor Ted, he was fond of chocolate cake too! She would have given anything at that moment if she could have provoked him into quarrelling with her.
Instead of quarrelling, he stroked her beautiful hair as if she had been some soft but irritable animal. He said he was sure her dear little head was aching because she was so bad-tempered; he implored her not to eat too much cake, and promised to call again another day, when he hoped to find her better. So he left her, and went home with a dead weight at his heart.
Towards evening his misery became so acute that he could no longer keep it to himself. They were on the leads, in the long August twilight, Katherine sitting with her back against the tall chimney, watching the reflection of the sunset in the east, the boy lying at her feet, with his heels in the air and his head in the nasturtiums. The time, the place, the att.i.tude were all favourable to confidences, and Ted wound up his by asking Katherine what she thought of Audrey? Now was the moment to rid herself of the burden that weighed on her; Ted might never be in so favourable a mood again. She spoke very gently.
"Ted, I am going to hurt your feelings. I don't quite know how to tell you what I think of her. She's not good enough for you, to begin with----"
"I know she's not intelligent. She can't help that."
"And she's not affectionate. Oh, Ted, forgive me! but she doesn't love you--she can't, it's not in her. She loves no one but herself."
"She _is_ a little selfish, but she can't help that either. It makes no difference."
"So I fear. And then she's years older than you are, and you can't marry for ages; don't you see how impossible it all is?"
Her voice thrilled with her longing to impress him with her own conviction. His pa.s.sion was wrestling with a ghastly doubt, but it was of the kind that dies hard.
"Of course it's quite impossible now"--neither he nor Katherine considered the question of Audrey's money, they had never thought of it--"but, as she said herself, in five years' time, when she's thirty and I'm twenty-five, the difference in our ages won't be so marked."
"It will be as marked as ever, even if your intellect grows at its present rate of development."
"I've admitted that she's a little deficient in parts; and, as you justly observe, stupidity, like death, is levelling. We should suit each other exactly in time."
"Ah, if you can see that, why, oh why, did you fall in love with her?"
"_She_ asked me that this afternoon. I said it was because she was so clever. It was because I was a fool--stupidity came upon me like a madness--I wish to heaven I'd never done it. It's played the devil with my chances. I was sitting calmly on the highroad to success, with my camp-stool and my little portable easel, not interfering in the least with the traffic, when she came along like a steam-roller, knocked me down, crushed me, and rolled me out flat. I shall never recover my natural shape; and as for the camp-stool and the portable easel--these things are an allegory. But I love her all the same."
Katherine laughed in spite of herself, but she understood the allegory.
Would he ever recover his natural shape? To that end she was determined to make him face the worst.
"Ted, what would you do, supposing--only supposing--she were to fling you over for--for some one else?"
"I should blow my brains out, if I had any left. Verdict, suicide while in a state of temporary insanity."
"Suicide of a genius! That would be a fine feather in Audrey's cap."
"She always had exquisite taste in dress. Besides, she's welcome to it--or to any little trifle of the kind."
It was useless attempting to make any impression on him. She gave it up.
Ted, however, was so charmed with the idea of suicide that he spent the rest of the evening discussing ways and means. He was not going to blow his brains out, or to take poison in his bedroom, or do anything disagreeable that would depreciate Mrs. Rogers's property. On the whole, drowning was the cheapest, and would suit him best, if he could summon up spirits for it. Only he didn't want to spoil the river for _her_. It must be somewhere below London Bridge, say Wapping Old Stairs. Here Katherine suggested that he had better go to bed.
He went, and lay awake all night in a half-fever. When Katherine went into his room the next morning (ten o'clock had struck, and there was no appearance of Ted), she found him lying in a deep sleep; one arm was flung outside the counterpane, the hand had closed on a crumpled sheet of paper. It was Audrey's last note of invitation--the baby had taken it to bed with him.
"Poor boy--poor, poor Ted!"
But, for all her sympathy, love, the stupidity that comes on you like a madness, was a thing incomprehensible to Katherine.
CHAPTER XIV
The next day Audrey's head was aching to some purpose. She had been going through a course of Langley Wyndham. Yesterday he had brought her his last book, "London Legends," and she had sat up half the night to read it. She was to tell him what she thought of it, and her ideas were in a whirl.
She stayed in bed for breakfast, excused herself from lunch, left word with the footman that she was not at home that afternoon, and sent down another message five minutes afterwards that, if by any chance Mr.
Wyndham were to call, he might be admitted. "Not that he's in the least likely to come after being here yesterday," she said to herself; and yet, as she sat alone in the drawing room, she listened for the ringing of bells, the opening of doors, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Every five minutes she looked at the clock, and her heart kept time to its ticking. Half-past two. In any case he wouldn't come before three; and yet--surely that was the front-door bell. No. Three o'clock, four o'clock--he would be more likely to drop in about tea-time. Five o'clock; tea came in on the stroke of it, and still no Wyndham.
Half-past five--he had once called later than that when he wanted to find her alone. Something told her that he would come to-day. He would be anxious to know what she thought of his book. She was in that state of mind when people trust in intuitions, failing positive evidence.
Surely in some past state of existence she had sat in that chair, surrounded by the same objects, thinking the same thoughts, and that train of ideas had been completed by the arrival of Wyndham. Science accounts for this sensation by supposing that one half of the brain, more agile than another, jumps to its conclusion before its tardier fellow can arrive. To Audrey it was a prophecy certain of fulfilment.
And all the time her head kept on aching. The poor little brain went on wandering in a maze of its own making. How truly she had, in cousin Bella's phrase, "entangled herself" with Hardy, with Ted, and possibly, nay probably, with Wyndham. She saw no escape from the dreadful situation. And as a dark background to her thoughts there hung the shadow of Hardy's return. She only realised it in these moods of reaction that followed the exaltation of the last three weeks. And to make matters worse, for the first time in her life she was dissatisfied with herself. Not that she was in the least aware of the deterioration of her character. She took no count of the endless little meannesses and falsehoods which she was driven into by her position. Simple straightforward action was impossible. This much was evident to her, that whatever course she took now, she must end by forfeiting some one's good opinion: Hardy's first--well, she could get over that; but Ted's?
Katherine's? Wyndham's?--if he came to know everything? It was there, in that last possibility, that she suffered most.
Half-past six. She had given up Wyndham and her belief in psychical prophecy, and was trying to find relief from unpleasant reflections in a book, when Wyndham actually appeared. He came in with the confident smile of the friend sure of a welcome at all hours.
"Forgive my calling at this unholy time. I knew if I came earlier I should find you surrounded by an admiring crowd. I wanted to see you alone."
"Quite right. I am always at home to friends."
They dropped into one of those trivial dialogues which were Audrey's despair in her intercourse with Wyndham.
Suddenly his tone changed. He took up "London Legends."
"As you've already guessed, my egregious vanity brings me here. I don't know whether you've had time to look at the thing----"
"I sat up to finish it last night."
"Indeed. What did you think of it?"
"Don't ask me. I didn't criticise--sympathy comes first."
"Excuse me, it doesn't. Criticism comes first with all of us. Sympathy comes last of all--when we know the whole of life, and understand it."
"What would my poor little opinion be worth?"
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