"May I know where and what is the work my son"s mother has selected?"
"It is everywhere; the struggle of the poor to loosen the strangling clutch of the rich on their throats; the cruel war which will end only with the downfall of aristocrats, when millionaires will be hunted like other criminals, when cowardly sons of rich army officers can dare to marry publicly the daughters of their regimental teamsters, and when a pure woman, because she is pure, will be as much respected as a crowned head. You preach "he that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord." We have a different doctrine, a broader gospel. When justice reigns there will be no poor, no h.o.a.rded surplus of dishonest riches, no "benevolent fund" doled out by "philanthropic" pharisees to the workers whose labor created it. In that day, no poor girls in reeking tenements will be goaded by the sight of fashionable society women, who drink, and smoke, and gamble, and loll half clad in opera boxes, and hug their lap dogs and their lovers instead of their children. In that day society lines will vanish, and only two cla.s.ses exist--workers and drones, governed by beehive laws. To aid in this is all I care for now--all that remains for me--and my work will be well done."
She had spoken in a cold, defiant tone, keeping her eyes on the coffin and her fingers on the child"s curls, but after a moment a spasm of anguish shook her mercilessly, and, rising, she pointed to the door, saying, between strangling sobs:
"Leave me, and shut the door. I have all I can bear now. Leave me alone with my little one."
CHAPTER XV
Aix-les-Bains proved a successful prescription, and Judge Kent declared himself cured; but two silent women knew he could obtain only a modic.u.m of sleep, and noted the fact that when the daily mail--nervously expected and handled--had been scanned he grew gay and chatty. After sixteen months on the continent, he settled for a while at Taormina, and here his companions were surprised to learn that his business agent had sold every foot of real estate he owned in America, including the Herriott house in New York, and the old homestead built in an elm grove among the bleak, stony hills of New England.
"Father, when was the house in Thirty-eighth Street sold?"
"Soon after we reached Aix."
"And you never told me?"
"Why should I? Herriott might cherish some sentiment about it, but the matter touched you in no way."
"At least I should like to know who bought it."
"Herriott. While at Greyledge I told him it would be on the market, and he instructed his agent to make the purchase."
"Had I known in time, Mr. Whitfield might have invested some idle money.
I like those cool, big, old-fashioned rooms."
"I entertain no doubt that sooner or later they will be yours. Mrs.
Mitch.e.l.l, may I trouble you for the "Figaro" at your elbow?"
"Who owns the old homestead that has belonged to some Kent for two hundred years?"
"The town has grown until it needs a juvenile "reformatory," and one is now in course of erection where my old barn stood so long. A better site could not have been found, or one more vigilantly patrolled by orthodox puritan ghosts."
"Have you no regrets when you think of strangers possessing the little family burying ground where some of your ancestors long ago crumbled to dust?"
Eglah lifted her hand to brush away an orange petal that drifted down to the velvet collar of his coat, and Eliza knew that the perpendicular line between her brows indexed profound dissatisfaction.
"Regrets are unprofitable, and what remains of my life must pay dividends. My dear, will you kindly hand me my match box?"
"Then you are homeless?"
Smiling blandly, he bowed to her.
"I trust not, while my daughter owns thousands of acres of the finest land in the South."
"Do you forget how often you have declared you would never again live south of Washington?"
"I forget nothing, but circ.u.mstances are not as fixed as parallels of lat.i.tude, and changed conditions demand readjustment of plans.
Irrevocability travelled into limbo with ancient Medes and Persians, and after the first of May I hope I may count upon the traditional hospitality of Nutwood. You are of age, and have the right to occupy it."
Slowly but steadily the barrier between father and child had risen and strengthened since the visit to Greyledge--a wall as of crystal, which she could neither level nor penetrate. Close to him, having him apparently within touch, yet conscious always that a transparent obstacle divided them. To the cause of estrangement he never referred, even indirectly, and he was neither irritable nor stern, but mercilessly cold and punctiliously courteous. Why he had selected Taormina in preference to Palermo was known only to himself, but one morning Eliza and Eglah saw a letter postmarked Catania, and both recognized Mr.
Herriott"s peculiarly bold handwriting. Judge Kent read it, returned it to the envelope, which he put in his pocket, and unfolded a New York newspaper. Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l moved away to a distant window, carrying her embroidery frame and silks, and Eglah opened the piano and played softly two of Chopin"s _nocturnes_. In the mirror opposite she saw that her father was listening, beating time with the index finger of his right hand. When she ended and approached him, he shut his eyes and hummed the final bars.
"Father, why did you come here for so long a stay?"
"It is convenient to Catania and on the road to Messina."
"You knew that Mr. Herriott expected to be there?"
"I know that he has a scientific friend there who is an expert in all that pertains to seismology, and that he wishes Herriott to see his seismographs."
"That fact should in no degree influence our movements."
"Speak solely for yourself, my dear. I particularly desire to see Herriott before he starts from Tromso on his trip to the midnight sun."
Leaning forward, his fine dark eyes fixed on hers, he lowered his voice.
"A separation of eighteen months must have brought you to a realization of your blind folly, and it is necessary that you should have an opportunity to retrieve your error. Herriott comes to-day."
"A lifetime--a thousand years would make no difference with me. I am glad to know that he will never ask me a second time to marry him, and if he should, I could not, and I would not. Oh, father! Put that idea out of your mind, and give me back my own place in your heart."
She came close and tried to embrace him, but he held her back at arm"s length.
"I love only those who obey me; and defiance I never forgive. Until you come to an appreciation of your duty as regards my unalterable wishes, I must request you not to touch me, not to expect any notice from me, except such social courtesies as one cannot avoid."
"I am the price of something Mr. Herriott alone can sell you? What is it you wish to buy?"
"Your future happiness, and my peace of mind."
"Distinctly, I decline to be sold."
He smiled, put her aside, drew his chair out upon a balcony, and resumed reading his newspaper.
The conversation had been inaudible to Eliza, but, putting out her hand, she rose quickly at sight of a white face where the large eyes glowed as on the memorable day in the pavilion at Nutwood.
Looking steadily before her, Eglah pa.s.sed into an adjoining room and locked the door. Some hours later she laid a note on Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l"s lap.
"I am going to sit a while in the old Greco-Roman theatre. I shall come back when I am tired. Please ask no questions."
Through one of the arches, built twenty-three centuries ago, she looked out, wondering if any change could enhance the charm that lay like a magic mantle over the visible world. The purple sea broke in a tangled fringe of silver on the curving beach, aetna, snow hooded, rose a vast altar far away, with thin, tapering feather of smoke floating as incense from its Plutonian cavern; and gaunt, gnarled olive orchards made a luminous grey background for pink plumes of almond trees, scarlet pomegranates, rose oleanders, and orange and lemon groves white with bloom that fell like a fragrant shower on crimson tulips and waxen cyclamen. In the witchery of her surroundings, thronged with beckoning spectres of Greek, Roman, Saracen, and Norman legends, Eglah had hitherto been able to forget on this spot all but the entrancing beauty of the wonderful old cliffs; yet this afternoon sombre shadows seemed to shroud a smiling sea and land, menacing as the smoking mountain that cast its perpetual challenge to a sapphire sky.
The vague anxiety, the tenderly regretful pain long gnawing at her heart, had given place now to angry indignation, and a humiliating consciousness of her father"s persistent and increasing desire to barter her, body and soul, for something that Mr. Herriott possessed. Not his great wealth, her own fortune was sufficiently ample; not his social influence, since political aspirations had come to an untimely end; there was no animosity to be conciliated, no strained personal relations existed, only a mild friendship manifested by occasional correspondence.
Her conjectures ran around a baffling circle marked only by the starting post, "what?" "why?" Nemesis is not always so intent on pursuit of the culprit that she can forego the parenthetic pastime of striking at the innocent who may chance to stand between, and Eglah had begun to entertain a bitter resentment against Mr. Herriott--the only visible factor in her father"s alienation--despite her firm conviction that he would never, by a renewed proposal, smooth the way to a consummation of the desired sale.
The strong sense of dispa.s.sionate justice on which she prided herself upbraided her sharply, but the intolerable disappointments of the last eighteen months shook her from the calm, cool heights of impersonal reasoning. As she leaned her bare head against the pillar of an arch through which presageful Greek chorus chants--ages ago--had drifted away to sea, her upturned face was shown in clear relief, like ivory features on a dull-red background. Gowned in grey cloth, she had cl.u.s.tered lemon blossoms around the cameo fastening her belt, and across her lap lay a branch of acanthus, its pale, delicate lilac flowers springing among the curved, glossy leaves.