A London Life and Other Tales Part 30
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'That was more than the thing was worth,' Lyon remarked.
Colonel Capadose gave no heed to this observation; he seemed to be thinking of something. After a moment he said, 'If you'll come and see us in town she'll show you the vase.' And as they pa.s.sed into the drawing-room he gave the artist a friendly propulsion. 'Go and speak to her; there she is--she'll be delighted.'
Oliver Lyon took but a few steps into the wide saloon; he stood there a moment looking at the bright composition of the lamplit group of fair women, the single figures, the great setting of white and gold, the panels of old damask, in the centre of each of which was a single celebrated picture. There was a subdued l.u.s.tre in the scene and an air as of the s.h.i.+ning trains of dresses tumbled over the carpet. At the furthest end of the room sat Mrs. Capadose, rather isolated; she was on a small sofa, with an empty place beside her. Lyon could not flatter himself she had been keeping it for him; her failure to respond to his recognition at table contradicted that, but he felt an extreme desire to go and occupy it. Moreover he had her husband's sanction; so he crossed the room, stepping over the tails of gowns, and stood before his old friend.
'I hope you don't mean to repudiate me,' he said.
She looked up at him with an expression of unalloyed pleasure. 'I am so glad to see you. I was delighted when I heard you were coming.'
'I tried to get a smile from you at dinner--but I couldn't.'
'I didn't see--I didn't understand. Besides, I hate smirking and telegraphing. Also I'm very shy--you won't have forgotten that. Now we can communicate comfortably.' And she made a better place for him on the little sofa. He sat down and they had a talk that he enjoyed, while the reason for which he used to like her so came back to him, as well as a good deal of the very same old liking. She was still the least spoiled beauty he had ever seen, with an absence of coquetry or any insinuating art that seemed almost like an omitted faculty; there were moments when she struck her interlocutor as some fine creature from an asylum--a surprising deaf-mute or one of the operative blind. Her n.o.ble pagan head gave her privileges that she neglected, and when people were admiring her brow she was wondering whether there were a good fire in her bedroom. She was simple, kind and good; inexpressive but not inhuman or stupid. Now and again she dropped something that had a sifted, selected air--the sound of an impression at first hand. She had no imagination, but she had added up her feelings, some of her reflections, about life.
Lyon talked of the old days in Munich, reminded her of incidents, pleasures and pains, asked her about her father and the others; and she told him in return that she was so impressed with his own fame, his brilliant position in the world, that she had not felt very sure he would speak to her or that his little sign at table was meant for her.
This was plainly a perfectly truthful speech--she was incapable of any other--and he was affected by such humility on the part of a woman whose grand line was unique. Her father was dead; one of her brothers was in the navy and the other on a ranch in America; two of her sisters were married and the youngest was just coming out and very pretty. She didn't mention her stepmother. She asked him about his own personal history and he said that the princ.i.p.al thing that had happened to him was that he had never married.
'Oh, you ought to,' she answered. 'It's the best thing.'
'I like that--from you!' he returned.
'Why not from me? I am very happy.'
'That's just why I can't be. It's cruel of you to praise your state. But I have had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of your husband. We had a good bit of talk in the other room.'
'You must know him better--you must know him really well,' said Mrs.
Capadose.
'I am sure that the further you go the more you find. But he makes a fine show, too.'
She rested her good gray eyes on Lyon. 'Don't you think he's handsome?'
'Handsome and clever and entertaining. You see I'm generous.'
'Yes; you must know him well,' Mrs. Capadose repeated.
'He has seen a great deal of life,' said her companion.
'Yes, we have been in so many places. You must see my little girl. She is nine years old--she's too beautiful.'
'You must bring her to my studio some day--I should like to paint her.'
'Ah, don't speak of that,' said Mrs. Capadose. 'It reminds me of something so distressing.'
'I hope you don't mean when _you_ used to sit to me--though that may well have bored you.'
'It's not what you did--it's what we have done. It's a confession I must make--it's a weight on my mind! I mean about that beautiful picture you gave me--it used to be so much admired. When you come to see me in London (I count on your doing that very soon) I shall see you looking all round. I can't tell you I keep it in my own room because I love it so, for the simple reason----' And she paused a moment.
'Because you can't tell wicked lies,' said Lyon.
'No, I can't. So before you ask for it----'
'Oh, I know you parted with it--the blow has already fallen,' Lyon interrupted.
'Ah then, you have heard? I was sure you would! But do you know what we got for it? Two hundred pounds.'
'You might have got much more,' said Lyon, smiling.
'That seemed a great deal at the time. We were in want of the money--it was a good while ago, when we first married. Our means were very small then, but fortunately that has changed rather for the better. We had the chance; it really seemed a big sum, and I am afraid we jumped at it. My husband had expectations which have partly come into effect, so that now we do well enough. But meanwhile the picture went.'
'Fortunately the original remained. But do you mean that two hundred was the value of the vase?' Lyon asked.
'Of the vase?'
'The beautiful old Indian vase--the Grand Duke's offering.'
'The Grand Duke?'
'What's his name?--Silberstadt-Schreckenstein. Your husband mentioned the transaction.'
'Oh, my husband,' said Mrs. Capadose; and Lyon saw that she coloured a little.
Not to add to her embarra.s.sment, but to clear up the ambiguity, which he perceived the next moment he had better have left alone, he went on: 'He tells me it's now in his collection.'
'In the Grand Duke's? Ah, you know its reputation? I believe it contains treasures.' She was bewildered, but she recovered herself, and Lyon made the mental reflection that for some reason which would seem good when he knew it the husband and the wife had prepared different versions of the same incident. It was true that he did not exactly see Everina Brant preparing a version; that was not her line of old, and indeed it was not in her eyes to-day. At any rate they both had the matter too much on their conscience. He changed the subject, said Mrs. Capadose must really bring the little girl. He sat with her some time longer and thought--perhaps it was only a fancy--that she was rather absent, as if she were annoyed at their having been even for a moment at cross-purposes. This did not prevent him from saying to her at the last, just as the ladies began to gather themselves together to go to bed: 'You seem much impressed, from what you say, with my renown and my prosperity, and you are so good as greatly to exaggerate them. Would you have married me if you had known that I was destined to success?'
'I did know it.'
'Well, I didn't'
'You were too modest.'
'You didn't think so when I proposed to you.'
'Well, if I had married you I couldn't have married _him_--and he's so nice,' Mrs. Capadose said. Lyon knew she thought it--he had learned that at dinner--but it vexed him a little to hear her say it. The gentleman designated by the p.r.o.noun came up, amid the prolonged handshaking for good-night, and Mrs. Capadose remarked to her husband as she turned away, 'He wants to paint Amy.'
'Ah, she's a charming child, a most interesting little creature,' the Colonel said to Lyon. 'She does the most remarkable things.'
Mrs. Capadose stopped, in the rustling procession that followed the hostess out of the room. 'Don't tell him, please don't,' she said.
'Don't tell him what?'
'Why, what she does. Let him find out for himself.' And she pa.s.sed on.
'She thinks I swagger about the child--that I bore people,' said the Colonel. 'I hope you smoke.' He appeared ten minutes later in the smoking-room, in a brilliant equipment, a suit of crimson foulard covered with little white spots. He gratified Lyon's eye, made him feel that the modern age has its splendour too and its opportunities for costume. If his wife was an antique he was a fine specimen of the period of colour: he might have pa.s.sed for a Venetian of the sixteenth century.
They were a remarkable couple, Lyon thought, and as he looked at the Colonel standing in bright erectness before the chimney-piece while he emitted great smoke-puffs he did not wonder that Everina could not regret she had not married _him_. All the gentlemen collected at Stayes were not smokers and some of them had gone to bed. Colonel Capadose remarked that there probably would be a smallish muster, they had had such a hard day's work. That was the worst of a hunting-house--the men were so sleepy after dinner; it was devilish stupid for the ladies, even for those who hunted themselves--for women were so extraordinary, they never showed it. But most fellows revived under the stimulating influences of the smoking-room, and some of them, in this confidence, would turn up yet. Some of the grounds of their confidence--not all of them--might have been seen in a cl.u.s.ter of gla.s.ses and bottles on a table near the fire, which made the great salver and its contents twinkle sociably. The others lurked as yet in various improper corners of the minds of the most loquacious. Lyon was alone with Colonel Capadose for some moments before their companions, in varied eccentricities of uniform, straggled in, and he perceived that this wonderful man had but little loss of vital tissue to repair.
They talked about the house, Lyon having noticed an oddity of construction in the smoking-room; and the Colonel explained that it consisted of two distinct parts, one of which was of very great antiquity. They were two complete houses in short, the old one and the new, each of great extent and each very fine in its way. The two formed together an enormous structure--Lyon must make a point of going all over it. The modern portion had been erected by the old man when he bought the property; oh yes, he had bought it, forty years before--it hadn't been in the family: there hadn't been any particular family for it to be in. He had had the good taste not to spoil the original house--he had not touched it beyond what was just necessary for joining it on. It was very curious indeed--a most irregular, rambling, mysterious pile, where they every now and then discovered a walled-up room or a secret staircase. To his mind it was essentially gloomy, however; even the modern additions, splendid as they were, failed to make it cheerful.
There was some story about a skeleton having been found years before, during some repairs, under a stone slab of the floor of one of the pa.s.sages; but the family were rather shy of its being talked about. The place they were in was of course in the old part, which contained after all some of the best rooms: he had an idea it had been the primitive kitchen, half modernised at some intermediate period.
'My room is in the old part too then--I'm very glad,' Lyon said. 'It's very comfortable and contains all the latest conveniences, but I observed the depth of the recess of the door and the evident antiquity of the corridor and staircase--the first short one--after I came out.
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