"I shall stay at home, and enjoy the society of my pretty wife. What have you done to make yourself so beautiful tonight? Is it the new gown?" asked Canaris, surveying her with laughing but most genuine surprise and satisfaction as they returned to the drawing-room again.
"It is not new: I made it long ago, to please you, but you never noticed it before," answered Gladys, glancing at the pale-hued dress, all broad, soft folds from waist to ankle, with its winter tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of swan"s down at the neck and wrists; simple, but most becoming to her flower-like face and girlish figure.
"What cruel blindness! But I see and admire it now, and honestly declare that not Olivia in all her splendor is arrayed so much to my taste as you, my Sancta Simplicitas."
"It is pleasant to hear you say so; but that alone does not make me happy: it must be having you at home all to myself again," she whispered, with shining eyes, cheeks that glowed with a deeper rose each hour, and an indescribably blest expression in a face which now was both brilliant and dreamy.
Helwyze heard what she said, and, fearing to lose sight of her, promptly challenged Canaris to chess, a favorite pastime with them both. For an hour they played, well matched and keenly interested, while Gladys sat by, already tasting the restful peace, the delicious dreams, promised her.
The clock was on the stroke of eight, the game was nearly over, when a quick ring arrested Helwyze in the act of making the final move. There was a stir in the hall, then, bringing with her a waft of fresh, damp air, Olivia appeared, brave in purple silk and Roman gold.
"I thought you were all asleep or dead; but now I see the cause of this awful silence," she cried. "Don"t speak, don"t stir; let me enjoy the fine tableau you make. Retsch"s "Game of Life," quite perfect, and most effective."
It certainly was to an observer; for Canaris, flushed and eager, looked the young man to the life; Helwyze, calm but intent, with his finger on his lip, pondering that last fateful move, was an excellent Satan; and behind them stood Gladys, wonderfully resembling the wistful angel, with that new brightness on her face.
"Which wins?" asked Olivia, rustling toward them, conscious of having made an impressive entrance; for both men looked up to welcome her, though Gladys never lifted her eyes from the mimic battle Felix seemed about to lose.
"I do, as usual," answered Helwyze, turning to finish the game with the careless ease of a victor.
"Not this time;" and Gladys touched a piece which Canaris in the hurry of the moment was about to overlook. He saw its value at a glance, made the one move that could save him, and in an instant cried "Checkmate," with a laugh of triumph.
"Not fair, the angel interfered," said Olivia, shaking a warning finger at Gladys, who echoed her husband"s laugh with one still more exultant, as she put her hand upon his shoulder, saying, in a low, intense voice never heard from her lips before- "I have won him; he is mine, and cannot be taken from me any more."
"Dearest child, no one wants him, except to play with and admire," began Olivia, rather startled by the look and manner of the lately meek, mute Gladys.
Here Helwyze struck in, anxious to avert Olivia"s attention; for her undesirable presence disconcerted him, since her woman"s wit might discover what it was easy to conceal from Canaris.
"You have come to entertain us, like the amiable enchantress that you are?" he asked, suggestively; for nothing charmed Olivia more than permission to amuse him, when others failed.
"I have a thought-a happy thought-if Gladys will help me. You have given me one living picture: I will give you others, and she shall sing the scenes we ill.u.s.trate."
"Take Felix, and give us "The G.o.d and the Bayadere,"" said Helwyze, glancing at the young pair behind them, he intent upon their conversation, she upon him. "No, I will have only Gladys. You will act and sing for us, I know?" and Olivia turned to her with a most engaging smile.
"I never acted in my life, but I will try. I think I should like it for I feel as if I could do any thing tonight;" and she came to them with a swift step, an eager air, as if longing to find some outlet for the strange energy which seemed to thrill every nerve and set her heart to beating audibly.
"You look so. Do you know all these songs?" asked Olivia, taking up the book which had suggested her happy thought.
"There are but four: I know them all. I will gladly sing them; for I set them to music, if they had none of their own already. I often do that to those Felix writes me."
"Come, then. I want the key of the great press, where you keep your spoils, Jasper."
"Mrs. Bland will give it you. Order what you will, if you are going to treat us to an Arabian Night"s entertainment."
"Better than that. We are going to teach a small poet, by ill.u.s.trating the work of a great one;" and, with a mischievous laugh, Olivia vanished, beckoning Gladys to follow.
The two men beguiled the time as best they might: Canaris playing softly to himself in the music-room; Helwyze listening intently to the sounds that came from behind the curtains, now dropped over a double doorway leading to the lower end of the hall. Olivia"s imperious voice was heard, directing men and maids. More than once an excited laugh from Gladys jarred upon his ear; and, as minute after minute pa.s.sed, his impatience to see her again increased.
XIII.
After what would have seemed a wonderfully short time to a more careless waiter, three blows were struck, in the French fashion, and Canaris had barely time to reach his place, when the deep blue curtains slid noiselessly apart, showing the visible portion of the hall, arranged to suggest a medicval room. An easy task, when a suit of rusty armor already stood there; and Helwyze had brought spoils from all quarters of the globe, in the shape of old furniture, tapestry, weapons, and trophies of many a wild hunt.
"What is it?" whispered Canaris eagerly.
"An Idyl of the King."
"I see: the first. How well they look it!"
They did; Olivia, as "An ancient dame in dim brocade; And near her, like a blossom, vermeil-white, That lightly breaks a faded flower-sheath, Stood the fair Enid, all in faded silk."
Gladys, clad in a quaint costume of tarnished gray and silver damask, singing, in "the sweet voice of a bird"- "Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
"Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile and frown; With that wild wheel we go not up nor down; Our h.o.a.rd is little, but our hearts are great.
"Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; For man is man and master of his fate.
"Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; Thy wheel and thou art shadows in the cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate."
There was something inexpressibly touching in the way Gladys gave the words, which had such significance addressed to those who listened so intently, that they nearly forgot to pay the tribute which all actors, the greatest as the least, desire, when the curtain dropped, and the song was done.
"A capital idea of Olivia"s, and beautifully carried out. This promises to be pleasant;" and Helwyze sat erect upon the divan, where Canaris came to lounge beside him.
"Which comes next? I don"t remember. If it is Vivien, they will have to skip it, unless they call you in for Merlin," he said, talking gayly, because a little conscience-stricken by the look Gladys wore, as she sung, with her eyes upon him- "Our h.o.a.rd is little, but our hearts are great."
"They will not want a Merlin; for Gladys could not act Vivien, if she would," answered Helwyze, tapping restlessly as he waited.
"She said she could do "any thing" tonight; and, upon my life, she looked as if she might even beguile you "mighty master," of your strongest spell."
"She will never try."
But both were mistaken; for, when they looked again, the dim light showed a dark and hooded shape, with glittering eyes and the semblance of a flowing, h.o.a.ry beard, leaning half-hidden in a bower of tall shrubs from the conservatory. It was Olivia, as Merlin; and, being of n.o.ble proportions, she looked the part excellently. Upon the wizard"s knee sat Vivien- "A twist of gold was round her hair; A robe of samite without price, that more exprest Than hid her, clung about her lissome limbs, In color like the satin-shining palm On sallows in the windy gleams of March."
In any other mood, Gladys would never have consented to be loosely clad in a great mantle of some Indian fabric, which shimmered like woven light, with its alternate stripes of gold-covered silk and softest wool. Shoulders and arms showed rosy white under the veil of hair which swept to her knee, as she clung there, singing sweet and low, with eyes on Merlin"s face, lips near his own, and head upon his breast- "In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne"er be equal powers; Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.
"It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening, slowly silence all.
"The little rift within the lover"s lute, Or little pitted speck in garner"d fruit, That, rotting inward, slowly moulders all.
"It is not worth the keeping: let it go: But shall it? Answer, darling, answer "No;"
And trust me not at all or all in all."
There Gladys seemed to forget her part, and, turning, stretched her arms towards her husband, as if in music she had found a tongue to plead her cause. The involuntary gesture recalled to her that other verse which Vivien added to her song; and something impelled her to sing it, standing erect, with face, figure, voice all trembling with the strong emotion that suddenly controlled her- "My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier mine, For fame, could fame be mine, that fame were thine; And shame, could shame be thine, that shame were mine; So trust me not at all or all in all."
Down fell the curtain there, and the two men looked at one another in silence for an instant, dazzled, troubled, and surprised; for in this brilliant, impa.s.sioned creature they did not recognize the Gladys they believed they knew so well.
"What possessed her to sing that? She is so unlike herself, I do not know her," said Canaris, excited by the discoveries he was making.
"She is inspired tonight; so be prepared for any thing. These women will work wonders, they are acting to the men they love," answered Helwyze, warily, yet excited also; because, for him, a double drama was pa.s.sing on that little stage, and he found it marvellously fascinating.
"I never knew how beautiful she was!" mused Canaris, half aloud, his eyes upon the blue draperies which hid her from his sight.
"You never saw her in such gear before. Splendor suits her present mood, as well as simplicity becomes her usual self-restraint. You have made her jealous, and your angel will prove herself a woman, after all."
"Is that the cause of this sudden change in her? Then I don"t regret playing truant, for the woman suits me better than the angel," cried Canaris, conscious that the pale affection he had borne his wife so long was already glowing with new warmth and color, in spite of his seeming neglect.
"Wait till you see Olivia as Guinevere. I know she cannot resist that part, and I suspect she is willing to efface herself so far that she may take us by storm by and by."
Helwyze prophesied truly; and, when next the curtains parted, the stately Queen sat in the nunnery of Almesbury, with the little novice at her feet. Olivia was right splendid now, for her sumptuous beauty well became the costly stuffs in which she had draped herself with the graceful art of a woman whose physical loveliness was her best possession. A trifle too gorgeous, perhaps, for the repentant Guinevere; but a most grand and gracious spectacle, nevertheless, as she leaned in the tall carved chair, with jewelled arms lying languidly across her lap, and absent eyes still full of love and longing for lost Launcelot.
Gladys, in white wimple and close-folded gown of gray, sat on a stool beside the "one low light," humming softly, her rosary fallen at her feet- "the Queen looked up, and said, "O maiden, if indeed you list to sing Sing, and unbind my heart, that I may weep.
Whereat full willingly sang the little maid, Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late! too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light had we: for that we do repent, And, learning this, the bridegroom will relent.
Too late! too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light, so late! and dark and chill the night!
O let us in, that we may find the light!
Too late! too late! ye cannot enter now.
Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet?
O let us in, tho" late, to kiss his feet!
No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now."
Slowly the proud head had drooped, the stately figure sunk, till, as the last lament died away, nothing remained of splendid Guinevere but a hidden face, a cloud of black hair from which the crown had fallen, a heap of rich robes quivering with the stormy sobs of a guilty woman"s smitten heart. The curtains closed on this tableau, which was made the more effective by the strong contrast between the despairing Queen and the little novice telling her beads in meek dismay.
"Good heavens, that sounded like the wail of a lost soul! My blood runs cold, and I feel as if I ought to say my prayers," muttered Canaris, with a shiver; for, with his susceptible temperament, music always exerted over him an almost painful power.
"If you knew any," sneered Helwyze, whose eyes now glittered with something stronger than excitement.
"I do: Gladys taught me, and I am not ashamed to own it."
"Much good may it do you." Then, in a quieter tone, he asked, "Is there any song in "Elaine"? I forget; and that is the only one we have not had."
"There is "The Song of Love and Death." Gladys was learning it lately; and, if I remember rightly, it was heart-rending. I hope she will not sing it, for this sort of thing is rather too much for me;" and Canaris got up to wander aimlessly about, humming the gayest airs he knew, as if to drown the sorrowful "Too late! too late!" still wailing in his ear.
By this time Gladys was no longer quite herself: an inward excitement possessed her, a wild desire to sing her very heart out came over her, and a strange chill, which she thought a vague presentiment of coming ill, crept through her blood. Every thing seemed vast and awful; every sense grew painfully acute; and she walked as in a dream, so vivid, yet so mysterious, that she did not try to explain it even to herself. Her ident.i.ty was doubled: one Gladys moved and spoke as she was told-a pale, dim figure, of no interest to any one; the other was alive in every fibre, thrilled with intense desire for something, and bent on finding it, though deserts, oceans, and boundless realms of air were pa.s.sed to gain it.
Olivia wondered at her unsuspected power, and felt a little envious of her enchanting gift. But she was too absorbed in "setting the stage," dressing her prima donna, and planning how to end the spectacle with her favorite character of Cleopatra, to do more than observe that Gladys"s eyes were luminous and large, her face growing more and more colorless, her man ner less and less excited, yet unnaturally calm.
"This is the last, and you have the stage alone. Do your best for Felix; then you shall rest and be thanked," she whispered, somewhat anxiously, as she placed Elaine in her tower, leaning against the dark screen, which was unfolded, to suggest the cas.e.m.e.nt she flung back when Launcelot pa.s.sed below- "And glanced not up, nor waved his hand, Nor bade farewell, but sadly rode away."
The "lily-maid of Astolat" could not have looked more wan and weird than Gladys, as she stood in her trailing robes of dead white, with loosely gathered locks, hands clasped over the gay bit of tapestry which simulated the cover of the shield, eyes that seemed to see something invisible to those about her, and began her song, in a veiled voice, at once so sad and solemn, that Helwyze held his breath, and Canaris felt as if she called him from beyond the grave- "Sweet is true love, tho" given in vain, in vain; And sweet is death, who puts an end to pain; I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.
Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be; Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me.
O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die.
Sweet love, that seems not made to fade away, Sweet death, that seems to make us loveless clay, I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.
I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me: Call and I follow, I follow! let me die!"
Carried beyond self-control by the unsuspected presence of the drug, which was doing its work with perilous rapidity, Gladys, remembering only that the last line should be sung with force, and that she sung for Felix, obeyed the wild impulse to let her voice rise and ring out with a shrill, despairing power and pa.s.sion, which startled every listener, and echoed through the room, like Elaine"s unearthly cry of hapless love and death.Olivia dropped her asp, terrified; the maids stared, uncertain whether it was acting or insanity; and Helwyze sprung up aghast, fearing that he had dared too much. But Canaris, seeing only the wild, woful eyes fixed on his, the hands wrung as if in pain, forgot every thing but Gladys, and rushed between the curtains, exclaiming in real terror- "Don"t look so! don"t sing so! my G.o.d, she is dying!"
Not dying, only slipping fast into the unconscious stage of the hasheesh dream, whose coming none can foretell but those accustomed to its use. Pale and quiet she lay in her husband"s arms, with half-open eyes and fluttering breath, smiling up at him so strangely that he was bewildered as well as panic-stricken. Olivia forgot her Cleopatra to order air and water; the maids flew for salts and wine; Helwyze with difficulty hid his momentary dismay; while Canaris, almost beside himself, could only hang over the couch where lay "the lily-maid," looking as if already dead, and drifting down to Camelot.
"Gladys, do you know me?" he cried, as a little color came to her lips after the fiery draught Olivia energetically administered.
The eyes opened wider, the smile grew brighter, and she lifted her hand to bring him nearer, for he seemed immeasurably distant.
"Felix! Let me be still, quite still; I want to sleep. Good-night, good-night."
She thought she kissed him; then his face receded, vanished, and, as she floated buoyantly away upon the first of the many oceans to be crossed in her mysterious quest, a far-off voice seemed to say, solemnly, as if in a last farewell- "Hush! let her sleep in peace."
It was Helwyze; and, having felt her pulse, he a.s.sured them all that she was only over-excited, must rest an hour or two, and would soon be quite herself again. So the brief panic ended quietly; and, having lowered the lights, spread Guinevere"s velvet mantle over her, and rea.s.sured themselves that she was sleeping calmly, the women went to restore order to anteroom and hall, Canaris sat down to watch beside Gladys, and Helwyze betook himself to the library.
"Is she still sleeping?" he asked, with unconcealable anxiety, when Olivia joined him there.
"Like a baby. What a high-strung little thing it is. If she had strength to bear the training, she would make a cantatrice to be proud of, Jasper."
"Ah, but she never would! Fancy that modest creature on a stage for all the world to gape at. She was happiest in the nun"s gown tonight, though simply ravishing as Vivien. The pretty, bare feet were most effective; but how did you persuade her to it?"
"I had no sandals as a compromise: I therefore insisted that the part must be so dressed or undressed, and she submitted. People usually do, when I command."
"She was on her mettle: I could see that; and well she might be, with you for a rival. I give you my word, Olivia, if I did not know you were nearly forty, I should swear it was a lie; for "age cannot wither nor custom stale" my handsome Cleopatra. We ought to have had that, by the by: it used to be your best bit. I could not be your Antony, but Felix might: he adores costuming, and would do it capitally."
"Not old enough. Ah! what happy times those were;" and Olivia sighed sincerely, yet dramatically, for she knew she was looking wonderfully well, thrown down upon a couch, with her purple skirts sweeping about her, and two fine arms banded with gold clasped over her dark head.
Helwyze had flattered with a purpose. Canaris was in the way, Gladys might betray herself, and all was not safe yet; though in one respect the experiment had succeeded admir ably, for he still tingled with the excitement of the evening. Now he wanted help, not sentiment, and, ignoring the sigh, said, carelessly- "If all obey when you insist, just make Felix go home with you. The drive will do him good, for he is as nervous as a woman, and I shall have him fidgeting about all night, unless he forgets his fright."
"But Gladys?"
"She will be the better for a quiet nap, and ready, by the time he returns, to laugh at her heroics. He will only disturb her if he sits there, like a mourner at a death-bed."
"That sounds sensible and friendly, and you do it very well, Jasper; but I am impressed that something is amiss. What is it? Better tell me; I shall surely find it out, and will not work in the dark. I see mischief in your eyes, and you cannot deceive me."
Olivia spoke half in jest; but she had so often seen his face without a mask, that it was difficult to wear one in her presence. He frowned, hesitated, then fearing she would refuse the favor if he withheld the secret, he leaned towards her and answered in a whisper- "I gave Gladys hasheesh, and do not care to have Felix know it."