Grove, struck by the grace and distinction of her carriage, looked again, and then was conscious of an actual fierce jump of the heart.
"Can there be two of them?" he asked of his inner man. "Doctors tell you if you keep your body in good order, and your mind healthily at work, you will never see a ghost--and yet--that"s the double of the woman who sailed away from me last Thursday; who"s haunted me during the six madly misspent weeks since I had the misfortune to be told off to take her in to dinner. Oh! no, it isn"t. Yes, it is--by Jove, it _is_ Gladys Eliot."
He was never so astonished. Believing her to be at that moment on the ocean, nearing British sh.o.r.es, Grove was fairly staggered when Miss Eliot, turning, espied him and, by a graciously easy nod, summoned him to her side. Considering the manner of their parting a few weeks back, he wondered at himself for the immediate abjectness of his obedience.
It was a favorite phrase of Gladys Eliot"s admirers to describe her as having a "d.u.c.h.ess of Leinster head and throat." Nature had certainly bestowed upon this daughter of n.o.body in particular in the Western Hemisphere a pose of a proud little head upon broad, sloping shoulders, as fine as that much-photographed great lady"s. She had, in addition, a pair of innocent, Irish-blue eyes and a guileless smile; a voice, in speaking, that was sweet and low; and the best or worst manners in the world, so critics said, according to the desirableness of her interlocutor.
"Mr. Grove! How perfectly extraordinary that you should be here," she exclaimed, giving him the tips of her well-gloved fingers, while the maid and dressing-bag withdrew discreetly into the background.
"Did you expect me to remain forever on the steps of the Claremont tea-house, like a monument of a city father, to adorn the suburbs of New York?"
"You are so quick-tempered, so unreasonable! How should I know you were going to take such dire offence? But please--I can"t quarrel away off here, or even justify myself. If you are going to remain furious with me, at least gratify my curiosity first, and tell me how you came on this boat, and where you are going. Then, if you are so inclined, you may retire into your sh.e.l.l and sulk."
A soft light was shining in her eye. Her voice was pleading; her face, most beautiful. Grove, promising himself, in street vernacular, to "go off and kick himself" directly afterwards, took his place at her elbow and gazed down hungrily upon her artless, changeful countenance.
"Rather tell me why you are not about to plant your triumphant banner on British sh.o.r.es once more. I read your name in the list of those sailing. The newspapers have given all of your summer plans in detail, all the country-houses that are to receive you, all the aristocrats that are to send invitations to dinner, to meet your ship at Queenstown."
She colored slightly. "As usual, you are making fun of me. What would be the use, since you won"t believe me, of telling you my actual reason for backing out of this English visit, and letting my mother and sister go without me? No, I shan"t flatter you by showing my real self."
"I have seen enough of your real self, thank you. I believe I prefer the unreal, the imaginary woman I suffered myself to fancy you to be for a brief s.p.a.ce after our acquaintance began."
"Now you are rude," she began, her voice faltering ever so little, but enough to shake his equilibrium. He made a movement towards her; and she looked him in the face, trying to keep down the tingle of satisfaction in her veins. For Gladys"s experience of men had taught her to recognize in a certain phase of incivility the existence of pa.s.sion unsubdued. It is only indifference in his s.e.x that can maintain an armor of polite self-control towards hers.
Grove caught the transient gleam in her eye, and read it aright.
Immediately he was on the defensive, and his manner froze.
"I believe you know my aunt, Mrs. Gervase, in town," he said. "I think I saw you at one of her dances, in January."
"Mrs. Gervase is the dearest thing," interrupted Miss Eliot, conscious of blankness in her tone.
"She may be, but it would be a brave person who would tell her so. She is a delightful, but autocratic, personage; and one of the treats of the year for me is to get away to her and my uncle for a holiday, when they have no one else. This is one of those rare occasions. The cottage people who have come down to Sheepshead have a tacit agreement to keep to themselves, just now. They are supposed to be getting their houses to rights, and making gardens, and what not. Mrs. Gervase says they are really wearing out the past season"s gloves, and putting tonics on their hair, and trying new cures and doses, for which there was no time before leaving town. The days will pa.s.s in doing as we please, and in the evening we shall dine well (for the Gervases have a corker of a cook), after which my aunt and uncle and I will take each a book and a lamp into some nook of the library, and read till bedtime. You can"t imagine a life more to my taste."
"Prohibitory to outsiders, at least," said Gladys. "This is, as I suppose you mean it to be, awfully alarming to me; for I haven"t told you that I am for three weeks to be Mrs. Gervase"s nearest neighbor. I am going to visit an old friend of my mother"s,--Mrs. Luther Prettyman."
Grove experienced a sensation of dismay. The Prettymans! Chateau Calicot, as he had dubbed their new florid "villa," built on the sh.o.r.e in objectionable proximity to his uncle"s house, some three years back! He remembered the vines planted, the shrubs set out, the rattan screens hung, the final adjustment of chairs by Mrs. Gervase, in the attempt to shut out every glimpse of the Prettyman belongings from their place of daily rendezvous on the veranda at Stoneacres; his uncle"s sly amus.e.m.e.nt when the cupola of the Prettyman stables, and the roof of a detestable little sugar-temple tea-house were projected on their line of vision, spite of all. Mrs. Gervase could not forgive herself for not having secured that point of land when land was so ridiculously cheap. On an average of once a day, she reminded her husband that she had begged him to do so, and he had put it off until too late.
Mrs. Prettyman, unvisited by Mrs. Gervase for many months after the red-brown gables of her costly dwelling rose into prominence at Sheepshead Point, had gradually found her way into quasi-intimacy at Stoneacres. Mrs. Gervase, protesting that her neighbor was commonplace, vacuous, a being from whom one could derive nothing more profitable than the address of a place in town to have one"s lace lampshades made a dollar cheaper than elsewhere, allowed herself, in time, to take a mild but perceptible interest in Prettyman affairs.
Through force of habit, she had grown accustomed to survey the Prettyman lodge-gates, in driving, without remarking upon "the absurdity of gilded finials to iron railings, at a rough, seaside place like this." Nay, the noses of the Gervase cobs were now not infrequently turned in through these gilded railings. Mr. and Mrs.
Gervase dined periodically with the Prettymans. The Prettymans repaired more frequently to Stoneacres. Mrs. Prettyman made capital, in town, of her friendship with "dear Mrs. Gervase." This, Grove, like the rest of the world, had come gradually to know and accept. But it grated on him to hear that the woman who, so far, had furnished his life its chief feminine influence should be a.s.sociated in this way with the mistress of Chateau Calicot. It belittled his one pa.s.sion--now put away as dead, but still his own. This, indeed, set the crowning touch upon his misfortune of meeting her again.
Chapter III
"My dear boy, you might have knocked me down with a feather," said Mrs. Gervase, upon capturing her nephew at the wharf and driving away with him. "Tell me at once what you mean by knowing Gladys Eliot, and arriving with her in that intimate sort of way, just as I had, with infinite trouble, succeeded in bluffing the Prettymans with a mere dinner on Sat.u.r.day! Now you will be _having_ to call. _You_, of all people, hitting it off with Gladys Eliot!"
"Give yourself no concern," put in Mr. Gervase, who was driving, looking back over his shoulder with a beaming smile; "I offer to throw myself into the breach. A woman as beautiful, as tall, as placid, as Miss Eliot commands the best homage of my heart. I forewarn you that I am going desperately into this affair. Such luck never came my way before."
"Stop at the confectioner"s for the macaroons, Henry," said his wife, ignoring transports. "Alan, you are looking wretched. When I think of those ruddy, brown cheeks, and the look of vigor you brought out of your college athletics a few years back, I"m inclined to renounce mind and go in for muscle exclusively. Oh, that wretched grind of life in New York that crushes the youth and spirit out of you poor boys that have to toil for a living! Surely, it isn"t _only_ law that"s worked such havoc in those pale, thin cheeks--"
"My dear Agatha, your sympathy would put a well man in his bed," said Mr. Gervase, whose keen eyes took in more of the actual situation than did his wife"s.
"Oh well!--stop here, please; no, I won"t get down, Jonas sees me; he will be out directly, with the parcel--you must see, Henry, that Alan has changed, even since--"
"Alan, let me tell you of a bill our friend Jonas, here, who is a bit of a horse-jockey, as well as local confectioner and pastry-cook, sent in recently to your aunt. He had been selling her a mate to her chestnut, and the account ran this way:
""MRS. H. GERVASE TO I. JONAS, DR.
1 lb. lady-fingers $ 0.30 One horse 250.00 lb. cream peppermints 0.20 ------ Total, $250.50""
Grove was glad to cover his various discomforts with a laugh. But he did not find it easy to elude the vigilance of Mrs. Gervase, who bided her time until an opportunity presented itself for an uninterrupted talk with him.
"Stretch yourself out on that bamboo couch, and let me put the pillows in," she said, when they two adjourned to the veranda, in the twilight after dinner. "It is such fun to have a boy to cosset once more, with my own lads at college, and three weeks to wait before I can get Tom and Louis back from New London after the boat-race."
"You have such an inspired faculty for making men comfortable," Grove remarked, from the depths of his _bien-etre_.
"Custom, I suppose. An only daughter, with a father and three brothers to wait upon till I married, and a husband and two sons to impose on me since. I should not know how to handle girls. I like them, of course,--find them all very well in their way,--but they bother me.
Perhaps it is that there are no old-fashioned girls any more--no young ones, certainly. They come into the world like Minerva from Jove"s brain. They are so learned, or clever, or worldly-wise, read everything, see everything, hear everything discussed, have no illusions--but, there, I can"t explain my preference. Men are captious, obstinate, whimsical, by turns; disappoint one continually in little things--but in the main they are so broad and big; scatter nonsense into thin air; are so loyal and unswerving to their beliefs; know where they stand, and, having made up their minds to action, do not change."
"In short," remarked Grove, "you are like the little servant-maid in Cranford, when they told her to hand the potatoes to the ladies first.
"I"ll do as you bid me, ma"am, but I like the lads best." My dearest auntie, there must be guardian angels specially appointed to look after our s.e.x, and you are one of them. This is the age and America is the field for the unchecked efflorescence of young womankind. But when the conversation takes on this complexion, I feel it to be unfair not to allow the defendant the a.s.sistance of counsel; though, even if Uncle Henry were here, I am sure we should both be demolished speedily."
"Never mind Henry," said that gentleman"s representative. "He has got a new letter from a man in London whom he keeps for the purpose of making him miserable with catalogues of sales of books and papers he can"t afford to buy. But he potters over them, and marks the lists, and writes back to the man in London, and, as you know, we do manage to become possessed of much more dear antiquity than the house will hold or our income warrant. This time, he is buried alive for an hour to come, for it is about a sale of Sir Philip Francis"s letters and ma.n.u.scripts at Sotheby"s very soon."
"I don"t believe the real "Junius" announcing himself would get me out of this bamboo chair and away from this deepening of eventide upon the sea and islands, the afterglow of sunset melting into moonlight, the soft caressing of the salt air blending with those hidden heliotropes of yours! Now, dear lady, let"s go back to the concrete. I knew, the moment your eagle eye fell on me this afternoon, you would find out all that in me is. For so many years I"ve been telling you my sc.r.a.pes, I may as well out with the latest and biggest of them. Two months ago, I took Gladys Eliot in to dinner at the Sargents". I kept it from you in town, for which you"ll say I am properly punished. I fell in love with her, like a schoolboy with green apples, heeding not the danger of unwholesomeness. After that, I met her when and wherever I could push my way to her. I thought of her, sleeping and waking; received from her looks and tones and words that would, as the lady novelists are so fond of saying, "tempt an anchorite;" _believed_ in her!"
"My poor child, how wretched!" said Mrs. Gervase, promptly.
"So it proved. Last but not least of the comedy,--I skip the details,--I was deluded into b.u.t.toning myself up in a fluffy, long-tailed, iron-gray coat that I got in London last spring and had not had time to wear, put on a bunch of white carnations, and drove out to one of those inane Claremont teas in my friend Pierre Sargent"s trap, because, forsooth, _she_ asked me. For an hour I suffered martyrdom in that little greenhouse sort of a veranda, with people herded together gossiping, and not setting their feet upon the lawn over the river that they came out to see. Women talked drivel to me, waiters slopped tea over me, and we walked on slices of b.u.t.tered bread. Then _she_ came--on the box-seat of that brute McLaughlin"s drag, having eyes for him only, so that every one talked of it!"
"I remember--and I could not imagine what brought you there. Yes, I sat down on a little cake and completely ruined my new porcelain-blue _crepon_--those waiters were very careless. Jolly faded it trying to take out the spot, and Mathilde had the greatest trouble to match the stuff. Alan, that man McLaughlin ought to be drummed out of polite society. The girl who would receive his attentions, let herself be talked of as likely to be his wife, cannot at heart be nice. When your dear mother and I were girls, we would not have _looked_ at a big, vulgar creature like that, simply because he drove four-in-hand and was known to be rich. He would never have been asked to your grandfather"s table. The materialism of this age takes, to me, no form more objectionable than the frank acceptance of such as he by women, old and young."
"Exactly," said Grove, grimly. "And when I met her at his side, she turned away from him one moment with a ba.n.a.l jest for me, and then quickly recaptured him, as if fearful he would escape. That, even my infatuation would not suffer. I turned on my heel, and, until I met her by chance on the boat to-day, have never seen her since."
"What can have been her reason for not going abroad?" said Mrs.
Gervase, eagerly--a trifle suspiciously.
Grove was silent. In his ear sounded a dulcet voice, murmuring as the boat neared sh.o.r.e: "Perhaps, when you have consented to feel better friends with me, you will come and let me tell you _why I stayed_."
"You know, of course, that everybody says she is engaged? Her mother has hinted it to Mrs. Prettyman. If it be to this McLaughlin, then G.o.d knows you are well rid of her. If that be a blind, Alan dear,--you know it was always my way with you boys to scold about little things and let great ones pa.s.s,--I shan"t add a word to your self-reproach; but I"ll warn you--oh! I won"t have the sin on my soul of letting you go unwarned. That woman, no matter whether she thinks she loves you or not, would make your misery. The parents of to-day don"t trouble themselves to train up wives for the rank and file of our honest gentlemen. They create fine ladies, and look about for some one to take the expense of them off their hands. It is common talk that the Eliots have been strained to their utmost means to carry their girls from place to place, with the expectation of making rich marriages.
The beauty and success of this one has apparently blinded those poor people to the consequences of their folly. The girl has been brought up to fancy herself of superior clay,--her habits are luxurious, her wants extravagant.
"More than all, for five years she has been fed on the flatteries of society. Personal praise is indispensable to her. She has lived and consorted with the most lavish entertainers of the most reckless society in our republic. Even supposing that you won her beauty and graces for your own, what on earth could you expect to offer her in exchange for what she would give up? My poor, dear lad, I"m talking plat.i.tudes, you think; but you and Tom and Louis shall not be allowed to wreck your futures upon such as Gladys Eliot, while I have breath to speak. I"m afraid I think all marriages a mistake for young men. I know they are, as we measure and value things, in what we call "fashionable life." Go out of it, by all means, if you can. To take _her_ out of it you would find to be quite another matter. And now, after this long homily, I"ve one question to put. Answer it, if you like--if you think I"ve the right to ask it. After seeing her again to-day, do you feel there is danger in her proximity?"
"You have certainly torn sentiment to shreds," said Alan, getting up from amid his cushions and beginning to stride up and down the long veranda. Mrs. Gervase watched him without further speech. That he did not again allude to the subject sent her to bed with keen anxiety and a renewed regret that Mr. Gervase had not taken her advice about buying that point of land before it fell into the hands of the Prettymans.
For the two or three days following his arrival at Stoneacres, Grove made no attempt to see his neighbor"s guest. Once, indeed, they encountered her on horseback, while driving together in a family party in the buckboard, behind the cobs. Mr. Gervase, who, in his later enthusiasm about the Junius correspondence, had forgotten his charmer, asked who was that stunning, pretty girl, and, on being rallied by his wife, declared his poor sight was at fault, and that he meant to call on the Prettymans that very day; but Sat.u.r.day brought with it the appointed dinner, without other overture from Stoneacres than cards left by Mrs. Gervase when the ladies were from home.
Grove was hardly surprised when, on descending to the drawing-room in evening clothes, he found only that very colorless pair of Prettymans.
Miss Eliot, it was alleged, was suffering from too long a ride in the hot sun of the afternoon to make the effort to come out. He saw in the countenance of his aunt a look of relief, which she at once proceeded to mask by unusual suavity to mankind in general, her flattered guests in particular.