"Celia, Celia! Be fair, now!" cried Elmore. "You know very well that I"m only too deeply interested in this matter, and that I"m not likely to get back to my work to-night, at least. What is it you wish me to do?"
Mrs. Elmore considered a while. "I don"t wish you to do anything," she returned placably. "Of course, you"re perfectly right in not choosing to let an acquaintance begun in that way go any further. We shouldn"t at home, and we sha"n"t here. But I don"t wish you to think that Lily has been imprudent, under the circ.u.mstances. She doesn"t know that it was anything out of the way, but she happened to do the best that any one could. Of course, it was very exciting and very romantic; girls like such things, and there"s no reason they shouldn"t. We must manage,"
added Mrs. Elmore, "so that she shall see that we appreciate her conduct, and trust in her entirely. I wouldn"t do anything to wound her pride or self-confidence. I would rather send her out alone to-morrow."
"Of course," said Elmore.
"And if I were with her when she met him, I believe I should leave it entirely to her how to behave."
"Well," said Elmore, "you"re not likely to be put to the test. He"ll hardly force his way into the house, and she isn"t going out."
"No," said Mrs. Elmore. She added, after a silence, "I"m trying to think whether I"ve ever seen him in Venice; he"s here often. But there are so many tall officers with fair complexions and English beards. I _should_ like to know how he looks! She said he was very aristocratic-looking."
"Yes, it"s a fine type," said Elmore. "They"re all n.o.bles, I believe."
"But after all, they"re no better looking than our boys, who come up out of nothing."
"Ours are Americans," said Elmore.
"And they are the best husbands, as I told Lily."
Elmore looked at his wife, as she turned dreamily to leave the room; but since the conversation had taken this impersonal turn he would not say anything to change its complexion. A conjecture vaguely taking shape in his mind resolved itself to nothing again, and left him with only the ache of something unascertained.
V.
In the morning Lily came to breakfast as blooming as a rose. The sense of her simple, fresh, wholesome loveliness might have pierced even the indifference of a man to whom there was but one pretty woman in the world, and who had lived since their marriage as if his wife had absorbed her whole s.e.x into herself: this deep, unconscious constancy was a n.o.ble trait in him, but it is not so rare in men as women would have us believe. For Elmore, Miss Mayhew merely pervaded the place in her finer way, as the flowers on the table did, as the sweet b.u.t.ter, the new eggs, and the morning"s French bread did; he looked at her with a perfectly serene ignorance of her piquant face, her beautiful eyes and abundant hair, and her trim, straight figure. But his wife exulted in every particular of her charm, and was as generously glad of it as if it were her own; as women are when they are sure that the charm of others has no designs. The ladies twittered and laughed together, and as he was a man without small talk, he soon dropped out of the conversation into a reverie, from which he found himself presently extracted by a question from his wife.
"We had better go in a gondola, hadn"t we, Owen?" She seemed to be, as she put this, trying to look something into him. He, on his part, tried his best to make out her meaning, but failed.
He simply asked, "Where? Are you going out?"
"Yes. Lily has some shopping she _must_ do. I think we can get it at Pazienti"s in San Polo."
Again she tried to pierce him with her meaning. It seemed to him a sudden advance from the position she had taken the night before in regard to Miss Mayhew"s not going out; but he could not understand his wife"s look, and he feared to misinterpret if he opposed her going. He decided that she wished him for some reason to oppose the gondola, so he said, "I think you"d better walk, if Lily isn"t too tired."
"Oh, _I"m_ not tired at all!" she cried.
"I can go with you, in that direction, on my way to the library," he added.
"Well, that will be very nice," said Mrs. Elmore, discontinuing her look, and leaving her husband with an uneasy sense of wantonly a.s.sumed responsibility.
"She can step into the Frari a moment, and see those tombs," he said. "I think it will amuse her."
Lily broke into a laugh. "Is that the way you amuse yourselves in Venice?" she asked; and Mrs. Elmore hastened to rea.s.sure her.
"That"s the way Mr. Elmore amuses himself. You know his history makes every bit of the past fascinating to him."
"Oh, yes, that history! Everybody is looking out for that," said Lily.
"Is it possible," said Elmore, with a pensive sarcasm in which an agreeable sense of flattery lurked, "that people still remember me and my history?"
"Yes, indeed!" cried Miss Mayhew. "Frank Halsey was talking about it the night before I left. He couldn"t seem to understand why I should be coming to you at Venice, because he said it was a history of Florence you were writing. It isn"t, is it? You must be getting pretty near the end of it, Professor Elmore."
"I"m getting pretty near the beginning," said Elmore sadly.
"It must be hard writing histories; they"re so awfully hard to read,"
said Lily innocently. "Does it interest you?" she asked, with unaffected compa.s.sion.
"Yes," he said, "far more than it will ever interest anybody else."
"Oh, I don"t believe that!" she cried sweetly, seizing the occasion to get in a little compliment.
Mrs. Elmore sat silent, while things were thus going against Miss Mayhew, and perhaps she was then meditating the stroke by which she restored the balance to her own favor as soon as she saw her husband alone after breakfast. "Well, Owen," she said, "you"ve done it now."
"Done what?" he demanded.
"Oh, nothing, perhaps!" she answered, while she got on her things for the walk with unusual gayety; and, with the consciousness of unknown guilt depressing him, he followed the ladies upon their errand, subdued, distraught, but gradually forgetting his sin, as he forgot everything but his history. His wife hated to see him so miserable, and whispered at the shop-door where they parted, "Don"t be troubled, Owen! I didn"t mean anything."
"By what?"
"Oh, if you"ve forgotten, never mind!" she cried; and she and Miss Mayhew disappeared within.
It was two hours later when he next saw them, after he had turned over the book he wished to see, and had found the pa.s.sage which would enable him to go on with his work for the rest of the day at home. He was fitting his key into the house-door when he happened to look up the little street toward the bridge that led into it, and there, defined against the sky on the level of the bridge, he saw Mrs. Elmore and Miss Mayhew receiving the adieux of a distinguished-looking man in the Austrian uniform. The officer had brought his heels together in the conventional manner, and with his cap in his right hand, while his left rested on the hilt of his sword, and pressed it down, he was bowing from the hips. Once, twice, and he was gone.
The ladies came down the _calle_ with rapid steps and flushed faces, and Elmore let them in. His wife whispered as she brushed by his elbow, "I want to speak with you instantly, Owen. Well, now!" she added, when they were alone in their own room and she had shut the door, "what do you say _now_?"
"What do _I_ say now, Celia?" retorted Elmore, with just indignation.
"It seems to me that it is for _you_ to say something--or nothing."
"Why, you brought it on us."
Elmore merely glanced at his wife, and did not speak, for this pa.s.sed all force of language.
"Didn"t you see me looking at you when I spoke of going out in a gondola, at breakfast?"
"Yes."
"What did you suppose I meant?"
"I didn"t know."
"When I was trying to make you understand that if we took a gondola we could go and come without being seen! Lily _had_ to do her shopping. But if you chose to run off on some interpretation of your own, was _I_ to blame, I should like to know? No, indeed! You won"t get me to admit it, Owen."
Elmore continued inarticulate, but he made a low, miserable sibillation between his set teeth.
"Such presumption, such perfect audacity I never saw in my life!" cried Mrs. Elmore, fleetly changing the subject in her own mind, and leaving her husband to follow her as he could. "It was outrageous!" Her words were strong, but she did not really look affronted; and it is hard to tell what sort of liberty it is that affronts a woman. It seems to depend a great deal upon the person who takes the liberty.
"That was the man, I suppose," said Elmore quietly.