"It"s no trouble."
"I don"t _want_ you to go with me, please. I"d rather go alone." Ferris looked at her perplexedly, as she rose. "Just give me the address, and I shall manage best by myself. I"m used to doing it."
"As you like. Wait a moment." Ferris wrote the address. "There," he said, giving it to her; "but isn"t there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," answered Florida with awkward hesitation, and a half-defiant, half-imploring look at him. "You must have all sorts of people applying to you, as a consul; and you look after their affairs--and try to forget them"--
"Well?" said Ferris.
"I wish you wouldn"t remember that I"ve asked this favor of you; that you"d consider it a"--
"Consular service? With all my heart," answered Ferris, thinking for the third or fourth time how very young Miss Vervain was.
"You are very good; you are kinder than I have any right," said Florida, smiling piteously. "I only mean, don"t speak of it to my mother. Not,"
she added, "but what I want her to know everything I do; but it would worry her if she thought I was anxious about her. Oh! I wish I wouldn"t."
She began a hasty search for her handkerchief; he saw her lips tremble and his soul trembled with them.
In another moment, "Good-morning," she said briskly, with a sort of airy sob, "I don"t want you to come down, please."
She drifted out of the room and down the stairs, the servant-maid falling into her wake.
Ferris filled his pipe and went out on his balcony again, and stood watching the gondola in its course toward the address he had given, and smoking thoughtfully. It was really the same girl who had given poor Don Ippolito that cruel slap in the face, yesterday. But that seemed no more out of reason than her sudden, generous, exaggerated remorse both were of a piece with her coming to him for help now, holding him at a distance, flinging herself upon his sympathy, and then trying to snub him, and breaking down in the effort. It was all of a piece, and the piece was bad; yes, she had an ugly temper; and yet she had magnanimous traits too. These contradictions, which in his reverie he felt rather than formulated, made him smile, as he stood on his balcony bathed by the morning air and sunlight, in fresh, strong ignorance of the whole mystery of women"s nerves. These caprices even charmed him. He reflected that he had gone on doing the Vervains one favor after another in spite of Florida"s childish petulancies; and he resolved that he would not stop now; her whims should be nothing to him, as they had been nothing, hitherto. It is flattering to a man to be indispensable to a woman so long as he is not obliged to it; Miss Vervain"s dependent relation to himself in this visit gave her a grace in Ferris"s eyes which she had wanted before.
In the mean time he saw her gondola stop, turn round, and come back to the ca.n.a.l that bordered the Vervain garden.
"Another change of mind," thought Ferris, complacently; and rising superior to the whole fitful s.e.x, he released himself from uneasiness on Mrs. Vervain"s account. But in the evening he went to ask after her.
He first sent his card to Florida, having written on it, "I hope Mrs.
Vervain is better. Don"t let me come in if it"s any disturbance." He looked for a moment at what he had written, dimly conscious that it was patronizing, and when he entered he saw that Miss Vervain stood on the defensive and from some willfulness meant to make him feel that he was presumptuous in coming; it did not comfort him to consider that she was very young. "Mother will be in directly," said Florida in a tone that relegated their morning"s interview to the age of fable.
Mrs. Vervain came in smiling and cordial, apparently better and not worse for yesterday"s misadventures.
"Oh, I pick up quickly," she explained. "I"m an old campaigner, you know. Perhaps a little _too_ old, now. Years do make a difference; and you"ll find it out as you get on, Mr. Ferris."
"I suppose so," said Ferris, not caring to have Mrs. Vervain treat him so much like a boy. "Even at twenty-six I found it pleasant to take a nap this afternoon. How does one stand it at seventeen, Miss Vervain?"
he asked.
"I haven"t felt the need of sleep," replied Florida, indifferently, and he felt shelved, as an old fellow.
He had an empty, frivolous visit, to his thinking. Mrs. Vervain asked if he had seen Don Ippolito, and wondered that the priest had not come about, al day. She told a long story, and at the end tapped herself on the mouth with her fan to punish a yawn.
Ferris rose to go. Mrs. Vervain wondered again in the same words why Don Ippolito had not been near them all day.
"Because he"s a wise man," said Ferris with bitterness, "and knows when to time his visits." Mrs. Vervain did not notice his bitterness, but something made Florida follow him to the outer door.
"Why, it"s moonlight!" she exclaimed; and she glanced at him as though she had some purpose of atonement in her mind.
But he would not have it. "Yes, there"s a moon," he said moodily.
"Good-night."
"Good night," answered Florida, and she impulsively offered him her hand. He thought that it shook in his, but it was probably the agitation of his own nerves.
A soreness that had been lifted from his heart, came back; he walked home disappointed and defeated, he hardly knew why or in what. He did not laugh now to think how she had asked him that morning to forget her coming to him for help; he was outraged that he should have been repaid in this sort, and the rebuff with which his sympathy had just been met was vulgar; there was no other name for it but vulgarity. Yet he could not relate this quality to the face of the young girl as he constantly beheld it in his homeward walk. It did not defy him or repulse him; it looked up at him wistfully as from the gondola that morning.
Nevertheless he hardened his heart. The Vervains should see him next when they had sent for him. After all, one is not so very old at twenty-six.
X.
"Don Ippolito has come, signorina," said Nina, the next morning, approaching Florida, where she sat in an att.i.tude of listless patience, in the garden.
"Don Ippolito!" echoed the young girl in a weary tone. She rose and went into the house, and they met with the constraint which was but too natural after the events of their last parting. It is hard to tell which has most to overcome in such a case, the forgiver or the forgiven.
Pardon rankles even in a generous soul, and the memory of having pardoned embarra.s.ses the sensitive spirit before the object of its clemency, humbling and making it ashamed. It would be well, I suppose, if there need be nothing of the kind between human creatures, who cannot sustain such a relation without mutual distrust. It is not so ill with them when apart, but when they meet they must be cold and shy at first.
"Now I see what you two are thinking about," said Mrs. Vervain, and a faint blush tinged the cheek of the priest as she thus paired him off with her daughter. "You are thinking about what happened the other day; and you had better forget it. There is no use brooding over these matters. Dear me! if _I_ had stopped to brood over every little unpleasant thing that happened, I wonder where I should be now? By the way, where were _you_ all day yesterday, Don Ippolito?"
"I did not come to disturb you because I thought you must be very tired.
Besides I was quite busy."
"Oh yes, those inventions of yours. I think you are _so_ ingenious! But you mustn"t apply too closely. Now really, yesterday,--after all you had been through, it was too much for the brain." She tapped herself on the forehead with her fan.
"I was not busy with my inventions, madama," answered Don Ippolito, who sat in the womanish att.i.tude priests get from their drapery, and fingered the cord round his three-cornered hat. "I have scarcely touched them of late. But our parish takes part in the procession of Corpus Domini in the Piazza, and I had my share of the preparations."
"Oh, to be sure! When is it to be? We must all go. Our Nina has been telling Florida of the grand sights,--little children dressed up like John the Baptist, leading lambs. I suppose it"s a great event with you."
The priest shrugged his shoulders, and opened both his hands, so that his hat slid to the floor, b.u.mping and tumbling some distance away. He recovered it and sat down again. "It"s an observance," he said coldly.
"And shall you be in the procession?"
"I shall be there with the other priests of my parish."
"Delightful!" cried Mrs. Vervain. "We shall be looking out for you.
I shall feel greatly honored to think I actually know some one in the procession. I"m going to give you a little nod. You won"t think it very wrong?"
She saved him from the embarra.s.sment he might have felt in replying, by an abrupt lapse from all apparent interest in the subject. She turned to her daughter, and said with a querulous accent, "I wish you would throw the afghan over my feet, Florida, and make me a little comfortable before you begin your reading this morning." At the same time she feebly disposed herself among the sofa cushions on which she reclined, and waited for some final touches from her daughter. Then she said, "I"m just going to close my eyes, but I shall hear every word. You are getting a beautiful accent, my dear, I know you are. I should think Goldoni must have a very smooth, agreeable style; hasn"t he now, in Italian?"
They began to read the comedy; after fifteen or twenty minutes Mrs.
Vervain opened her eyes and said, "But before you commence, Florida, I wish you"d play a little, to get me quieted down. I feel so very flighty. I suppose it"s this sirocco. And I believe I"ll lie down in the next room."
Florida followed her to repeat the arrangements for her comfort. Then she returned, and sitting down at the piano struck with a sort of soft firmness a few low, soothing chords, out of which a lulling melody grew.
With her fingers still resting on the keys she turned her stately head, and glanced through the open door at her mother.
"Don Ippolito," she asked softly, "is there anything in the air of Venice that makes people very drowsy?"
"I have never heard that, madamigella."
"I wonder," continued the young girl absently, "why my mother wants to sleep so much."