What a terrible description! I suppose one ought to have a few pretensions.
You see one comes off more easily without them, said Miss Vivian.
Do you call that coming off easily?
She looked at him a moment gravely.
I am very fond of Blanche, she said.
Captain Lovelock is rather fond of her, Bernard went on.
The girl assented.
He is completely fascinatedhe is very much in love with her.
And do they mean to make an international match?
I hope not; my mother and I are greatly troubled.
Is nt he a good fellow?
He is a good fellow; but he is a mere trifler. He has nt a penny, I believe, and he has very expensive habits. He gambles a great deal. We dont know what to do.
You should send for the young ladys mother.
We have written to her pressingly. She answers that Blanche can take care of herself, and that she must stay at Marienbad to finish her cure. She has just begun a new one.
Ah well, said Bernard, doubtless Blanche can take care of herself.
For a moment his companion said nothing; then she exclaimed
It s what a girl ought to be able to do!
I am sure you are! said Bernard.
She met his eyes, and she was going to make some rejoinder; but before she had time to speak, her mothers little, clear, conciliatory voice interposed. Mrs. Vivian appealed to her daughter, as she had done the night before.
Dear Angela, what was the name of the gentleman who delivered that delightful course of lectures that we heard in Geneva, onwhat was the title?The Redeeming Features of the Pagan Morality.
Angela flushed a little.
I have quite forgotten his name, mamma, she said, without looking round.
Come and sit by me, my dear, and we will talk them over. I wish Mr. Wright to hear about them, Mrs. Vivian went on.
Do you wish to convert him to paganism? Bernard asked.
The lectures were very dull; they had no redeeming features, said Angela, getting up, but turning away from her mother. She stood looking at Bernard Longueville; he saw she was annoyed at her mothers interference. Every now and then, she said, I take a turn through the gaming-rooms. The last time, Captain Lovelock went with me. Will you come to-night?
Bernard assented with expressive alacrity; he was charmed with her not wishing to break off her conversation with him.
Ah, we ll all go! said Mrs. Vivian, who had been listening, and she invited the others to accompany her to the Kursaal.
They left their places, but Angela went first, with Bernard Longueville by her side; and the idea of her having publicly braved her mother, as it were, for the sake of his society, lent for the moment an almost ecstatic energy to his tread. If he had been tempted to presume upon his triumph, however, he would have found a check in the fact that the young girl herself tasted very soberly of the sweets of defiance. She was silent and grave; she had a manner which took the edge from the wantonness of filial independence. Yet, for all this, Bernard was pleased with his position; and, as he walked with her through the lighted and crowded rooms, where they soon detached themselves from their companions, he felt that peculiar satisfaction which best expresses itself in silence. Angela looked a while at the rows of still, attentive faces, fixed upon the luminous green circle, across which little heaps of louis dor were being pushed to and fro, and she continued to say nothing. Then at last she exclaimed simply, Come away! They turned away and passed into another chamber, in which there was no gambling. It was an immense apartment, apparently a ball-room; but at present it was quite unoccupied. There were green velvet benches all around it, and a great polished floor stretched away, shining in the light of chandeliers adorned with innumerable glass drops. Miss Vivian stood a moment on the threshold; then she passed in, and they stopped in the middle of the place, facing each other, and with their figures reflected as if they had been standing on a sheet of ice. There was no one in the room; they were entirely alone.
Why dont you recognize me? Bernard murmured quickly.
Recognize you?
Why do you seem to forget our meeting at Siena?
She might have answered if she had answered immediately; but she hesitated, and while she did so something happened at the other end of the room which caused her to shift her glance. A green velvet portiere suspended in one of the door-waysnot that through which our friends had passedwas lifted, and Gordon Wright stood there, holding it up, and looking at them. His companions were behind him.
Ah, here they are! cried Gordon, in his loud, clear voice.
This appeared to strike Angela Vivian as an interruption, and Bernard saw it very much in the same light.
CHAPTER VIII
He forbore to ask her his question againshe might tell him at her convenience. But the days passed by, and she never told himshe had her own reasons. Bernard talked with her very often; conversation formed indeed the chief entertainment of the quiet little circle of which he was a member. They sat on the terrace and talked in the mingled starlight and lamplight, and they strolled in the deep green forests and wound along the side of the gentle Baden hills, under the influence of colloquial tendencies. The Black Forest is a country of almost unbroken shade, and in the still days of midsummer the whole place was covered with a motionless canopy of verdure. Our friends were not extravagant or audacious people, and they looked at Baden life very much from the outsidethey sat aloof from the brightly lighted drama of professional revelry. Among themselves as well, however, a little drama went forward in which each member of the company had a part to play. Bernard Longueville had been surprised at first at what he would have called Miss Vivians approachablenessat the frequency with which he encountered opportunities for sitting near her and entering into conversation. He had expected that Gordon Wright would deem himself to have established an anticipatory claim upon the young ladys attention, and that, in pursuance of this claim, he would occupy a recognized place at her side. Gordon was, after all, wooing her; it was very natural he should seek her society. In fact, he was never very far off; but Bernard, for three or four days, had the anomalous consciousness of being still nearer. Presently, however, he perceived that he owed this privilege simply to his friends desire that he should become acquainted with Miss Vivianshould receive a vivid impression of a person in whom Gordon was so deeply interested. After this result might have been supposed to be attained, Gordon Wright stepped back into his usual place and showed her those small civilities which were the only homage that the quiet conditions of their life rendered possiblewalked with her, talked with her, brought her a book to read, a chair to sit upon, a couple of flowers to place in the bosom of her gown, treated her, in a word, with a sober but by no means inexpressive gallantry. He had not been making violent love, as he told Longueville, and these demonstrations were certainly not violent. Bernard said to himself that if he were not in the secret, a spectator would scarcely make the discovery that Gordon cherished an even very safely tended flame. Angela Vivian, on her side, was not strikingly responsive. There was nothing in her deportment to indicate that she was in love with her systematic suitor. She was perfectly gracious and civil. She smiled in his face when he shook hands with her; she looked at him and listened when he talked; she let him stroll beside her in the Lichtenthal Alley; she read, or appeared to read, the books he lent her, and she decorated herself with the flowers he offered. She seemed neither bored nor embarrassed, neither irritated nor oppressed. But it was Bernards belief that she took no more pleasure in his attentions than a pretty girl must always take in any recognition of her charms. If she s not indifferent, he said to himself, she is, at any rate, impartialprofoundly impartial.
It was not till the end of a week that Gordon Wright told him exactly how his business stood with Miss Vivian and what he had reason to expect and hopea week during which their relations had been of the happiest and most comfortable cast, and during which Bernard, rejoicing in their long walks and talks, in the charming weather, in the beauty and entertainment of the place, and in other things besides, had not ceased to congratulate himself on coming to Baden. Bernard, after the first day, had asked his friend no questions. He had a great respect for opportunity, coming either to others or to himself, and he left Gordon to turn his lantern as fitfully as might be upon the subject which was tacitly open between them, but of which as yet only the mere edges had emerged into light. Gordon, on his side, seemed content for the moment with having his clever friend under his hand; he reserved him for final appeal or for some other mysterious use.
You cant tell me you dont know her now, he said, one evening as the two young men strolled along the Lichtenthal Alleynow that you have had a whole weeks observation of her.
What is a weeks observation of a singularly clever and complicated woman? Bernard asked.
Ah, your week has been of some use. You have found out she is complicated! Gordon rejoined.
My dear Gordon, Longueville exclaimed, I dont see what it signifies to you that I should find Miss Vivian out! When a man s in love, what need he care what other people think of the loved object?
It would certainly be a pity to care too much. But there is some excuse for him in the loved object being, as you say, complicated.
Nonsense! That s no excuse. The loved object is always complicated.
Gordon walked on in silence a moment.
Well, then, I dont care a button what you think!
Bravo! That s the way a man should talk, cried Longueville.
Gordon indulged in another fit of meditation, and then he said
Now that leaves you at liberty to say what you please.
Ah, my dear fellow, you are ridiculous! said Bernard.
That s precisely what I want you to say. You always think me too reasonable.
Well, I go back to my first assertion. I dont know Miss VivianI mean I dont know her to have opinions about her. I dont suppose you wish me to string you off a dozen mere banalitesShe s a charming girlevidently a superior personhas a great deal of style.
Oh no, said Gordon; I know all that. But, at any rate, he added, you like her, eh?
I do more, said Longueville. I admire her.
Is that doing more? asked Gordon, reflectively.
Well, the greater, whichever it is, includes the less.
You wont commit yourself, said Gordon. My dear Bernard, he added, I thought you knew such an immense deal about women!
Gordon Wright was of so kindly and candid a nature that it is hardly conceivable that this remark should have been framed to make Bernard commit himself by putting him on his mettle. Such a view would imply indeed on Gordons part a greater familiarity with the uses of irony than he had ever possessed, as well as a livelier conviction of the irritable nature of his friends vanity. In fact, however, it may be confided to the reader that Bernard was pricked in a tender place, though the resentment of vanity was not visible in his answer.
You were quite wrong, he simply said. I am as ignorant of women as a monk in his cloister.
You try to prove too much. You dont think her sympathetic! And as regards this last remark, Gordon Wright must be credited with a certain ironical impulse.
Bernard stopped impatiently.
I ask you again, what does it matter to you what I think of her?
It matters in this sensethat she has refused me.
Refused you? Then it is all over, and nothing matters.
No, it is nt over, said Gordon, with a positive head-shake. Dont you see it is nt over?
Bernard smiled, laid his hand on his friends shoulder and patted it a little.
Your attitude might almost pass for that of resignation.
I m not resigned! said Gordon Wright.
Of course not. But when were you refused?
Gordon stood a minute with his eyes fixed on the ground. Then, at last looking up,
Three weeks agoa fortnight before you came. But let us walk along, he said, and I will tell you all about it.
I proposed to her three weeks ago, said Gordon, as they walked along. My heart was very much set upon it. I was very hard hitI was deeply smitten. She had been very kind to meshe had been charmingI thought she liked me. Then I thought her mother was pleased, and would have liked it. Mrs. Vivian, in fact, told me as much; for of course I spoke to her first. Well, Angela does like meor at least she didand I see no reason to suppose she has changed. Only she did nt like me enough. She said the friendliest and pleasantest things to me, but she thought that she knew me too little, and that I knew her even less. She made a great point of thatthat I had no right, as yet, to trust her. I told her that if she would trust me, I was perfectly willing to trust her; but she answered that this was poor reasoning. She said that I was trustworthy and that she was not, andin short, all sorts of nonsense. She abused herself roundlyaccused herself of no end of defects.
What defects, for instance?
Oh, I have nt remembered them. She said she had a bad temperthat she led her mother a dreadful life. Now, poor Mrs. Vivian says she is an angel.
Ah yes, Bernard observed; Mrs. Vivian says that, very freely.
Angela declared that she was jealous, ungenerous, unforgivingall sorts of things. I remember she said I am very false, and I think she remarked that she was cruel.
But this did nt put you off, said Bernard.
Not at all. She was making up.
She makes up very well! Bernard exclaimed, laughing.
Do you call that well?
I mean it was very clever.
It was not clever from the point of view of wishing to discourage me.
Possibly. But I am sure, said Bernard, that if I had been present at your interviewexcuse the impudence of the hypothesisI should have been struck with the young ladys and he paused a moment.
With her what?
With her ability.
Well, her ability was not sufficient to induce me to give up my idea. She told me that after I had known her six months I should detest her.
I have no doubt she could make you do it if she should try. That s what I mean by her ability.
She calls herself cruel, said Gordon, but she has not had the cruelty to try. She has been very reasonableshe has been perfect. I agreed with her that I would drop the subject for a while, and that meanwhile we should be good friends. We should take time to know each other better and act in accordance with further knowledge. There was no hurry, since we trusted each otherwrong as my trust might be. She had no wish that I should go away. I was not in the least disagreeable to her; she liked me extremely, and I was perfectly free to try and please her. Only I should drop my proposal, and be free to take it up again or leave it alone, later, as I should choose. If she felt differently then, I should have the benefit of it, and if I myself felt differently, I should also have the benefit of it.
That s a very comfortable arrangement. And that s your present situation? asked Bernard.