I wonder what Mary Lemon would say, his wife pursued.
Shed say it was all right if he should do it. She thinks he can do no wrong. Hes immensely fond of her.
I shant be sure of that, said Mrs. Freer, if he takes home a wife wholl despise her.
Why should the girl despise her? Shes a delightful woman.
The girl will never know itand if she should it would make no difference: shell despise everything.
I dont believe it, my dear; shell like some things very much. Every one will be very nice to her.
Shell despise them all the more. But were speaking as if it were all arranged. I dont believe in it at all, said Mrs. Freer.
Well, something of the sortin this case or in some otheris sure to happen sooner or later, her husband replied, turning round a little toward the back-water, as it were, formed, near the entrance to the Park, by the confluence of the two great vistas of the Drive and the Row.
Our friends had turned their backs, as I have said, to the solemn revolution of wheels and the densely-packed mass of spectators who had chosen that aspect of the show. These spectators were now agitated by a unanimous impulse: the pushing-back of chairs, the shuffle of feet, the rustle of garments and the deepening murmur of voices sufficiently expressed it. Royalty was approachingroyalty was passingroyalty had passed. Mr. Freer turned his head and his ear a little, but failed to alter his position further, and his wife took no notice of the flurry. They had seen royalty pass, all over Europe, and they knew it passed very quickly. Sometimes it came back; sometimes it didnt; more than once they had seen it pass for the last time. They were veteran tourists and they knew as perfectly as regular attendants at complicated church-services when to get up and when to remain seated. Mr. Freer went on with his proposition. Some young fellows certain to do it, and one of these girls is certain to take the risk. They must take risks over here more and more.
The girls, Ive no doubt, will be glad enough; they have had very little chance as yet. But I dont want Jackson to begin.
Do you know I rather think I do, said Dexter Freer. It will be so very amusing.
For us perhaps, but not for him. Hell repent of it and be wretched. Hes too good for that.
Wretched never! He has no capacity for wretchedness, and thats why he can afford to risk it.
Hell have to make great concessions, Mrs. Freer persisted.
He wont make one.
I should like to see.
You admit, then, that it will be amusing: all I contend for, her husband replied. But, as you say, were talking as if it were settled, whereas theres probably nothing in it after all. The best stories always turn out false. I shall be sorry in this case.
They relapsed into silence while people passed and repassed themcontinuous successive mechanical, with strange facial, strange expressional, sequences and contrasts. They watched the procession, but no one heeded them, though every one was there so admittedly to see what was to be seen. It was all striking, all pictorial, and it made a great composition. The wide long area of the Row, its red-brown surface dotted with bounding figures, stretched away into the distance and became suffused and misty in the bright thick air. The deep dark English verdure that bordered and overhung it looked rich and old, revived and refreshed though it was by the breath of June. The mild blue of the sky was spotted with great silvery clouds, and the light drizzled down in heavenly shafts over the quieter spaces of the Park, as one saw them beyond the Row. All this, however, was only a background, for the scene was before everything personal; quite splendidly so, and full of the gloss and lustre, the contrasted tones, of a thousand polished surfaces. Certain things were salient, pervasivethe shining flanks of the perfect horses, the twinkle of bits and spurs, the smoothness of fine cloth adjusted to shoulders and limbs, the sheen of hats and boots, the freshness of complexions, the expression of smiling talking faces, the flash and flutter of rapid gallops. Faces were everywhere, and they were the great effectabove all the fair faces of women on tall horses, flushed a little under their stiff black hats, with figures stiffened, in spite of much definition of curve, by their tight-fitting habits. Their well-secured helmets, their neat compact heads, their straight necks, their firm tailor-made armour, their frequent hardy bloom, all made them look singularly like amazons about to ride a charge. The men, with their eyes before them, with hats of undulating brim, good profiles, high collars, white flowers on their chests, long legs and long feet, had an air more elaboratively decorative, as they jolted beside the ladies, always out of step. These were the younger types; but it was not all youth, for many a saddle sustained a richer rotundity, and ruddy faces with short white whiskers or with matronly chins looked down comfortably from an equilibrium that seemed moral as well as physical. The walkers differed from the riders only in being on foot and in looking at the riders more than these looked at them; for they would have done as well in the saddle and ridden as the others ride. The women had tight little bonnets and still tighter little knots of hair; their round chins rested on a close swathing of lace or in some cases on throttling silver chains and circlets. They had flat backs and small waists, they walked slowly, with their elbows out, carrying vast parasols and turning their heads very little to the right or the left. They were amazons unmounted, quite ready to spring into the saddle. There was a great deal of beauty and a diffused look of happy expansion, all limited and controlled, which came from clear quiet eyes and well-cut lips, rims of stout vessels that didnt overflow and on which syllables were liquid and sentences brief. Some of the young men, as well as the women, had the happiest proportions and oval facesfaces in which line and colour were pure and fresh and the idea of the moment far from intense.
Theyre often very good-looking, said Mr. Freer at the end of ten minutes. Theyre on the whole the finest whites.
So long as they remain white they do very well; but when they venture upon colour! his wife replied. She sat with her eyes at the level of the skirts of the ladies who passed her, and she had been following the progress of a green velvet robe enriched with ornaments of steel and much gathered up in the hands of its wearer, who, herself apparently in her teens, was accompanied by a young lady draped in scant pink muslin, a tissue embroidered esthetically with flowers that simulated the iris.
All the same, in a crowd, theyre wonderfully well turned out, Dexter Freer went onlumping men and women and horses and dogs together. Look at that big fellow on the light chestnut: what could be more perfect? By the way, its Lord Canterville, he added in a moment and as if the fact were of some importance.
Mrs. Freer recognised its importance to the degree of raising her glass to look at Lord Canterville. How do you know its he? she asked with that implement still up.
I heard him say something the night I went to the House of Lords. It was very few words, but I remember him. A man near me mentioned who he was.
Hes not so handsome as you, said Mrs. Freer, dropping her glass.
Ah, youre too difficult! her husband murmured. What a pity the girl isnt with him, he went on. We might see something.
It appeared in a moment, however, that the girl was with him. The nobleman designated had ridden slowly forward from the start, then just opposite our friends had pulled up to look back as if waiting for some one. At the same moment a gentleman in the Walk engaged his attention, so that he advanced to the barrier which protects the pedestrians and halted there, bending a little from his saddle and talking with his friend, who leaned against the rail. Lord Canterville was indeed perfect, as his American admirer had said. Upwards of sixty and of great stature and great presence, he was a thoroughly splendid apparition. In capital preservation he had the freshness of middle lifehe would have been young indeed to the eye if his large harmonious spread hadnt spoken of the lapse of years. He was clad from head to foot in garments of a radiant grey, and his fine florid countenance was surmounted with a white hat of which the majestic curves were a triumph of good form. Over his mighty chest disposed itself a beard of the richest growth and of a colour, in spite of a few streaks vaguely grizzled, to which the coat of his admirable horse appeared to be a perfect match. It left no opportunity in his uppermost button-hole for the customary orchid; but this was of comparatively little consequence, since the vegetation of the beard itself was tropical. Astride his great steed, with his big fist, gloved in pearl-grey, on his swelling thigh, his face lighted up with good-humoured indifference and all his magnificent surface reflecting the mild sunshine, he was, strikingly, a founded and builded figure, such as could only represent to the public gaze some Institution, some Exhibition or some Industry, in a word some unquenchable Interest. People quite lingered to look up at him as they passed. His halt was brief, however, for he was almost immediately joined by two handsome girls, who were as well turned-out, in Dexter Freers phrase, as himself. They had been detained a moment at the entrance to the Row and now advanced side by side, their groom close behind them. One was noticeably taller and older than the other, and it was plain at a glance that they were sisters. Between them, with their charming shoulders, their contracted waists and their skirts that hung without a wrinkle, like plates of zinc, they represented in a singularly complete form the pretty English girl in the position in which she is prettiest.
Of course theyre his daughters, said Dexter Freer as these young ladies rode away with Lord Canterville; and in that case one of them must be Jackson Lemons sweetheart. Probably the bigger; they said it was the eldest. Shes evidently a fine creature.
Shed hate it over there, Mrs. Freer returned for all answer to this cluster of inductions.
You know I dont admit that. But granting she should, it would do her good to have to accommodate herself.
She wouldnt accommodate herself.
She looks so confoundedly fortunate, perched up on that saddle, he went on without heed of his wifes speech.
Arent they supposed to be very poor?
Yes, they look it! And his eyes followed the eminent trio while, with the groom, as eminent in his way as any of them, they started on a canter.
The air was full of sound, was low and economised; and when, near our friends, it became articulate the words were simple and few. Its as good as the circus, isnt it, Mrs. Freer? These words correspond to that description, but they pierced the dense medium more effectually than any our friends had lately heard. They were uttered by a young man who had stopped short in the path, absorbed by the sight of his compatriots. He was short and stout, he had a round kind face and short stiff-looking hair, which was reproduced in a small bristling beard. He wore a double-breasted walking-coat, which was not, however, buttoned, and on the summit of his round head was perched a hat of exceeding smallness and of the so-called pot category. It evidently fitted him, but a hatter himself wouldnt have known why. His hands were encased in new gloves of a dark-brown colour, and these masquerading members hung consciously, quite ruefully, at his sides. He sported neither umbrella nor stick. He offered one of his stuffed gloves almost with eagerness to Mrs. Freer, blushing a little as he measured his precipitation.
Oh Doctor Feeder!she smiled at him. Then she repeated to her husband, Doctor Feeder, my dear! and her husband said, Oh Doctor, how dye do? I have spoken of the composition of the young mans appearance, but the items were not perceived by these two. They saw but one thing, his delightful face, which was both simple and clever and, as if this werent enough, showed a really tasteless overheaping of the cardinal virtues. They had lately made the voyage from New York in his company, and he was clearly a person who would shine at sea with an almost intolerable blandness. After he had stood in front of them a moment a chair beside Mrs. Freer became vacant; on which he took possession of it and sat there telling her what he thought of the Park and how he liked London. As she knew every one she had known many of his people at home, and while she listened to him she remembered how large their contribution had been to the moral worth of Cincinnati. Mrs. Freers social horizon included even that city; she had had occasion to exercise an amused recognition of several families from Ohio and was acquainted with the position of the Feeders there. This family, very numerous, was interwoven into an enormous cousinship. She stood off herself from any Western promiscuity, but she could have told you whom Doctor Feeders great-grandfather had married. Every one indeed had heard of the good deeds of the descendants of this worthy, who were generally physicians, excellent ones, and whose name expressed not inaptly their numerous acts of charity. Sidney Feeder, who had several cousins of this name established in the same line at Cincinnati, had transferred himself and his ambition to New York, where his practice had at the end of three years begun to grow. He had studied his profession at Vienna and was saturated with German science; had he only worn spectacles he might indeed perfectly, while he watched the performers in Rotten Row as if their proceedings were a successful demonstration, have passed for some famously materialistic young German. He had come over to London to attend a medical congress which met this year in the British capital, for his interest in the healing art was by no means limited to the cure of his patients. It embraced every form of experiment, and the expression of his honest eyes would almost have reconciled you to vivisection. This was his first time of looking into the Park; for social experiments he had little leisure. Being aware, however, that it was a very typical and, as might be, symptomatic sight, he had conscientiously reserved an afternoon and dressed himself carefully for the occasion. Its quite a brilliant show, he said to Mrs. Freer; it makes me wish I had a mount. Little as he resembled Lord Canterville he rode, as he would have gaily said, first-rate.
Wait till Jackson Lemon passes again and you can stop him and make him let you take a turn. This was the jocular suggestion of Dexter Freer.
Why, is he here? Ive been looking out for him and should like to see him.
Doesnt he go to your medical congress? asked Mrs. Freer.
Well yes, he attendsbut isnt very regular. I guess he goes out a good deal.
I guess he does, said Mr. Freer; and if he isnt very regular I guess he has a good reason. A beautiful reason, a charming reason, he went on, bending forward to look down toward the beginning of the Row. Dear me, what a lovely reason!