Indeed, for Raymond, who had been accustomed to think that in a general way he knew pretty well what the French capital was, this was a strange, fresh Paris altogether, dest.i.tute of the salt that seasoned it for most palates, and yet not insipid nor innutritive. He marvelled at Cousin Maria"s air, in such a city, of knowing, of recognising nothing bad: all the more that it represented an actual state of mind. He used to wonder sometimes what she would do and how she would feel if some day, in consequence of researches made by the Marquise in the _grand monde_, she should find herself in possession of a son-in-law formed according to one of the types of which _he_ had impressions. However, it was not credible that Madame de Brives would play her a trick. There were moments when Raymond almost wished she might--to see how Cousin Maria would handle the gentleman.
Dora was almost always taken up by visitors, and he had scarcely any direct conversation with her. She was there, and he was glad she was there, and she knew he was glad (he knew that), but this was almost all the communion he had with her. She was mild, exquisitely mild--this was the term he mentally applied to her now--and it amply sufficed him, with the conviction he had that she was not stupid. She attended to the tea (for Mademoiselle Bourde was not always free), she handed the _pet.i.ts fours_, she rang the bell when people went out; and it was in connection with these offices that the idea came to him once--he was rather ashamed of it afterward--that she was the Cinderella of the house, the domestic drudge, the one for whom there was no career, as it was useless for the Marquise to take up her case. He was ashamed of this fancy, I say, and yet it came back to him; he was even surprised that it had not occurred to him before. Her sisters were neither ugly nor proud (Tishy, indeed, was almost touchingly delicate and timid, with exceedingly pretty points, yet with a little appealing, old-womanish look, as if, small--very small--as she was, she was afraid she shouldn"t grow any more); but her mother, like the mother in the fairy-tale, was a _femme forte_. Madame de Brives could do nothing for Dora, not absolutely because she was too plain, but because she would never lend herself, and that came to the same thing. Her mother accepted her as recalcitrant, but Cousin Maria"s att.i.tude, at the best, could only be resignation. She would respect her child"s preferences, she would never put on the screw; but this would not make her love the child any more. So Raymond interpreted certain signs, which at the same time he felt to be very slight, while the conversation in Mrs. Temperly"s _salon_ (this was its preponderant tendency) rambled among questions of bric-a-brac, of where Tishy"s portrait should be placed when it was finished, and the current prices of old Gobelins. _Ces dames_ were not in the least above the discussion of prices.
On the 17th it was easy to see that more lamps than usual had been lighted. They streamed through all the windows of the charming hotel and mingled with the radiance of the carriage-lanterns, which followed each other slowly, in couples, in a close, long rank, into the fine sonorous court, where the high stepping of valuable horses was sharp on the stones, and up to the ruddy portico. The night was wet, not with a downpour, but with showers inters.p.a.ced by starry patches, which only added to the glitter of the handsome, clean Parisian surfaces. The _sergents de ville_ were about the place, and seemed to make the occasion important and official. These night aspects of Paris in the _beaux quartiers_ had always for Raymond a particularly festive a.s.sociation, and as he pa.s.sed from his cab under the wide permanent tin canopy, painted in stripes like an awning, which protected the low steps, it seemed to him odder than ever that all this established prosperity should be Cousin Maria"s.
If the thought of how well she did it bore him company from the threshold, it deepened to admiration by the time he had been half an hour in the place. She stood near the entrance with her two elder daughters, distributing the most familiar, most encouraging smiles, together with hand-shakes which were in themselves a whole system of hospitality. If her party was grand Cousin Maria was not; she indulged in no a.s.sumption of stateliness and no attempt at graduated welcomes. It seemed to Raymond that it was only because it would have taken too much time that she didn"t kiss every one. Effie looked lovely and just a little frightened, which was exactly what she ought to have done; and he noticed that among the arriving guests those who were not intimate (which he could not tell from Mrs. Temperly"s manner, but could from their own) recognised her as a daughter much more quickly than they recognised Dora, who hung back disinterestedly, as if not to challenge their discernment, while the current pa.s.sed her, keeping her little sister in position on its brink meanwhile by the tenderest small gesture.
"May I talk with you a little, later?" he asked of Dora, with only a few seconds for the question, as people were pressing behind him. She answered evasively that there would be very little talk--they would all have to listen--it was very serious; and the next moment he had received a programme from the hand of a monumental yet gracious personage who stood beyond and who had a silver chain round his neck.
The place was arranged for music, and how well arranged he saw later, when every one was seated, s.p.a.ciously, luxuriously, without pushing or over-peeping, and the finest talents in Paris performed selections at which the best taste had presided. The singers and players were all stars of the first magnitude. Raymond was fond of music and he wondered whose taste it had been. He made up his mind it was Dora"s--it was only she who could have conceived a combination so exquisite; and he said to himself: "How they all pull together! She is not in it, she is not of it, and yet she too works for the common end." And by "all" he meant also Mademoiselle Bourde and the Marquise. This impression made him feel rather hopeless, as if, _en fin de compte_, Cousin Maria were too large an adversary. Great as was the pleasure of being present on an occasion so admirably organised, of sitting there in a beautiful room, in a still, attentive, brilliant company, with all the questions of temperature, s.p.a.ce, light and decoration solved to the gratification of every sense, and listening to the best artists doing their best--happily const.i.tuted as our young man was to enjoy such a privilege as this, the total effect was depressing: it made him feel as if the G.o.ds were not on his side.
"And does she do it so well without a man? There must be so many details a woman can"t tackle," he said to himself; for even counting in the Marquise and Mademoiselle Bourde this only made a multiplication of petticoats. Then it came over him that she _was_ a man as well as a woman--the masculine element was included in her nature. He was sure that she bought her horses without being cheated, and very few men could do that. She had the American national quality--she had "faculty" in a supreme degree. "Faculty--faculty," the voices of the quartette of singers seemed to repeat, in the quick movement of a composition they rendered beautifully, while they swelled and went faster, till the thing became a joyous chant of praise, a glorification of Cousin Maria"s practical genius.
During the intermission, in the middle of the concert, people changed places more or less and circulated, so that, walking about at this time, he came upon the Marquise, who, in her sympathetic, demonstrative way, appeared to be on the point of clasping her hostess in her arms.
"Decidement, ma bonne, il n"y a que vous! C"est une perfection----" he heard her say. To which, gratified but unelated, Cousin Maria replied, according to her simple, sociable wont: "Well, it _does_ seem quite a successful occasion. If it will only keep on to the end!"
Raymond, wandering far, found himself in a world that was mainly quite new to him, and explained his ignorance of it by reflecting that the people were probably celebrated: so many of them had decorations and stars and a quiet of manner that could only be accounted for by renown.
There were plenty of Americans with no badge but a certain fine negativeness, and _they_ were quiet for a reason which by this time had become very familiar to Raymond: he had heard it so often mentioned that his country-people were supremely "adaptable." He tried to get hold of Dora, but he saw that her mother had arranged things beautifully to keep her occupied with other people; so at least he interpreted the fact--after all very natural--that she had half a dozen fluttered young girls on her mind, whom she was providing with programmes, seats, ices, occasional murmured remarks and general support and protection. When the concert was over she supplied them with further entertainment in the form of several young men who had pliable backs and flashing breastpins and whom she inarticulately introduced to them, which gave her still more to do, as after this serious step she had to stay and watch all parties. It was strange to Raymond to see her transformed by her mother into a precocious duenna. Him she introduced to no young girl, and he knew not whether to regard this as cold neglect or as high consideration. If he had liked he might have taken it as a sweet intimation that she knew he couldn"t care for any girl but her.
On the whole he was glad, because it left him free--free to get hold of her mother, which by this time he had boldly determined to do. The conception was high, inasmuch as Cousin Maria"s attention was obviously required by the amba.s.sadors and other grandees who had flocked to do her homage. Nevertheless, while supper was going on (he wanted none, and neither apparently did she), he collared her, as he phrased it to himself, in just the right place--on the threshold of the conservatory.
She was flanked on either side with a foreigner of distinction, but he didn"t care for her foreigners now. Besides, a conservatory was meant only for couples; it was a sign of her comprehensive sociability that she should have been rambling among the palms and orchids with a double escort. Her friends would wish to quit her but would not wish to appear to give way to each other; and Raymond felt that he was relieving them both (though he didn"t care) when he asked her to be so good as to give him a few minutes" conversation. He made her go back with him into the conservatory: it was the only thing he had ever made her do, or probably ever would. She began to talk about the great Gregorini--how it had been too sweet of her to repeat one of her songs, when it had really been understood in advance that repet.i.tions were not expected. Raymond had no interest at present in the great Gregorini. He asked Cousin Maria vehemently if she remembered telling him in New York--that night at the hotel, five years before--that when he should have followed them to Paris he would be free to address her on the subject of Dora. She had given him a promise that she would listen to him in this case, and now he must keep her up to the mark. It was impossible to see her alone, but, at whatever inconvenience to herself, he must insist on her giving him his opportunity.
"About Dora, Cousin Raymond?" she asked, blandly and kindly--almost as if she didn"t exactly know who Dora was.
"Surely you haven"t forgotten what pa.s.sed between us the evening before you left America. I was in love with her then and I have been in love with her ever since. I told you so then, and you stopped me off, but you gave me leave to make another appeal to you in the future. I make it now--this is the only way I have--and I think you ought to listen to it.
Five years have pa.s.sed, and I love her more than ever. I have behaved like a saint in the interval: I haven"t attempted to practise upon her without your knowledge."
"I am so glad; but she would have let me know," said Cousin Maria, looking round the conservatory as if to see if the plants were all there.
"No doubt. I don"t know what you do to her. But I trust that to-day your opposition falls--in face of the proof that we have given you of mutual fidelity."
"Fidelity?" Cousin Maria repeated, smiling.
"Surely--unless you mean to imply that Dora has given me up. I have reason to believe that she hasn"t."
"I think she will like better to remain just as she is."
"Just as she is?"
"I mean, not to make a choice," Cousin Maria went on, smiling.
Raymond hesitated a moment. "Do you mean that you have tried to make her make one?"
At this the good lady broke into a laugh. "My dear Raymond, how little you must think I know my child!"
"Perhaps, if you haven"t tried to make her, you have tried to prevent her. Haven"t you told her I am unsuccessful, I am poor?"
She stopped him, laying her hand with unaffected solicitude on his arm.
"_Are_ you poor, my dear? I should be so sorry!"
"Never mind; I can support a wife," said the young man.
"It wouldn"t matter, because I am happy to say that Dora has something of her own," Cousin Maria went on, with her imperturbable candour. "Her father thought that was the best way to arrange it. I had quite forgotten my opposition, as you call it; that was so long ago. Why, she was only a little girl. Wasn"t that the ground I took? Well, dear, she"s older now, and you can say anything to her you like. But I do think she wants to stay----" And she looked up at him, cheerily.
"Wants to stay?"
"With Effie and Tishy."
"Ah, Cousin Maria," the young man exclaimed, "you are modest about yourself!"
"Well, we are all together. Now is that all? I _must_ see if there is enough champagne. Certainly--you can say to her what you like. But twenty years hence she will be just as she is to-day; that"s how I see her."
"Lord, what is it you do to her?" Raymond groaned, as he accompanied his hostess back to the crowded rooms.
He knew exactly what she would have replied if she had been a Frenchwoman; she would have said to him, triumphantly, overwhelmingly: "Que voulez-vous? Elle adore sa mere!" She was, however, only a Californian, unacquainted with the language of epigram, and her answer consisted simply of the words: "I am sorry you have ideas that make you unhappy. I guess you are the only person here who hasn"t enjoyed himself to-night."
Raymond repeated to himself, gloomily, for the rest of the evening, "Elle adore sa mere--elle adore sa mere!" He remained very late, and when but twenty people were left and he had observed that the Marquise, pa.s.sing her hand into Mrs. Temperly"s arm, led her aside as if for some important confabulation (some new light doubtless on what might be hoped for Effie), he persuaded Dora to let the rest of the guests depart in peace (apparently her mother had told her to look out for them to the very last), and come with him into some quiet corner. They found an empty sofa in the outlasting lamp-light, and there the girl sat down with him. Evidently she knew what he was going to say, or rather she thought she did; for in fact, after a little, after he had told her that he had spoken to her mother and she had told him he might speak to _her_, he said things that she could not very well have expected.
"Is it true that you wish to remain with Effie and Tishy? That"s what your mother calls it when she means that you will give me up."
"How can I give you up?" the girl demanded. "Why can"t we go on being friends, as I asked you the evening you dined here?"
"What do you mean by friends?"
"Well, not making everything impossible."
"You didn"t think anything impossible of old," Raymond rejoined, bitterly. "I thought you liked me then, and I have even thought so since."
"I like you more than I like any one. I like you so much that it"s my princ.i.p.al happiness."
"Then why are there impossibilities?"
"Oh, some day I"ll tell you!" said Dora, with a quick sigh. "Perhaps after Tishy is married. And meanwhile, are you not going to remain in Paris, at any rate? Isn"t your work here? You are not here for me only.
You can come to the house often. That"s what I mean by our being friends."
Her companion sat looking at her with a gloomy stare, as if he were trying to make up the deficiencies in her logic.
"After Tishy is married? I don"t see what that has to do with it. Tishy is little more than a baby; she may not be married for ten years."
"That is very true."
"And you dispose of the interval by a simple "meanwhile"? My dear Dora, your talk is strange," Raymond continued, with his voice pa.s.sionately lowered. "And I may come to the house--often? How often do you mean--in ten years? Five times--or even twenty?" He saw that her eyes were filling with tears, but he went on: "It has been coming over me little by little (I notice things very much if I have a reason), and now I think I understand your mother"s system."
"Don"t say anything against my mother," the girl broke in, beseechingly.
"I shall not say anything unjust. That is if I am unjust you must tell me. This is my idea, and your speaking of Tishy"s marriage confirms it.
To begin with she has had immense plans for you all; she wanted each of you to be a princess or a d.u.c.h.ess--I mean a good one. But she has had to give _you_ up."
"No one has asked for me," said Dora, with unexpected honesty.