"Oh, just things; flowers and fruits and animals."
"And people?"
"People always end by talking about people."
"Johnson"s opinions are generally sound, because he himself is sound to the core," said Mr. Jelnik, quietly.
"Miss Emmeline says he has got a limpid soul. The Author says it"s really a sound liver. However that may be, one couldn"t live in the same house with him without conceiving a real affection for him. He is a very easy person to love."
Mr. Jelnik"s eyebrows went up. "Don"t love him too much, please, Sophy. If you feel that you really ought to love somebody, love _me_." The golden lights were in his eyes.
At that moment I both loved and hated him.
"Mr. Jelnik," said I, in as low a tone as his own, "it isn"t fair to talk to me like this. You did what you did to save me from annoyance--and--and--misunderstanding. But you are perfectly free: I have no idea of holding you to such an engagement, no, nor of feeling myself bound by it, either."
"I understand, perfectly, Sophy," he said, after a pause. "And now, may I ask you one or two plain questions, please?"
"I think you may."
"You never cared for Geddes?"
"Good heavens, no! Besides, he--"
"Wants Alicia? That"s obvious. But what about The Author? I"m not enamored of him, myself, but he"s an immensely able and clever man.
How many brilliant social lights would be willing to shine at the head of his table! What are you going to do about The Author, Sophy?"
"What are _you_ going to do about the lady you are really in love with?" I countered.
"I"m waiting to find out," said he, coolly. "Answer my question, please: Do you imagine you love him, Sophy?"
"It is not unpleasant to me that he should wish me to do so," I admitted.
"I see. You are trying to persuade yourself that you should accept him."
"I am not growing younger," I said, with an effort. "Remember, too, that Alicia will be leaving me presently, and I shall then be utterly alone. That is not a pleasing prospect--not to a woman."
"Nor to a man, either, but better that than a loveless marriage." He reflected for a moment. "If you are sure you care for the man, tell him truthfully every incident of last night. Otherwise, I do not feel like sharing my affairs with him; I do not want to drag Jessamine Hynds out of her grave to gratify his curiosity. For he has the curiosity of a cat, along with the obstinacy of a mule."
I smiled, wanly. "I gather that I"m not to tell him anything. What further?" I wanted to know, not without irony.
"This, then: that you keep on being engaged to me."
I looked at him incredulously.
"For the time being, Sophy, submit to my tentative claim. If you decide to let your--ah--common sense induce you to make what must be called a brilliant marriage, tell me, and I will go at once. In the meantime, Sophy, I am your friend, to whom your happiness is as dear as his own. Will you believe that?"
It was not in me to doubt him. "Yes," I said. "And if--the lady you told me about--you understand--you will tell me, too, will you not?
I should like to know, for your happiness is as much to me as mine could possibly be to you."
"That"s the most promising thing you"ve said yet," he said. "All right, Sophy: the minute I find out she cares more for me than she does for anybody else, I shall certainly let you know. In the meanwhile, don"t let being engaged bear too heavily on your spirits.
_I_ find it very pleasant and exhilarating!"
"I don"t think you ought to talk like that," I demurred.
"I can"t help it: I never was engaged before, and it goes to my tongue."
"I never was, either. But it doesn"t go to _mine_," I reminded him, with dignity.
"Sophy, you are the only woman in the world who can reproach a man with her nose and get away with it," he said irrelevantly. "You have the most eloquent little nose, Sophy!"
I looked at him reprovingly.
"I adore being engaged to you, Sophy," said he, unabashed. "Being engaged to you has a nave freshness that enchants me. It"s romantic, it has the sharp tang of uncertainty, the zest of high adventure. Think how exciting it"s going to be to wake o" mornings thinking: "Here is a whole magic day to be engaged to Sophy in!" By the way, would you mind addressing me as "Nicholas"? It is customary under the circ.u.mstances, I believe."
"I do not like the name of Nicholas."
"I feared so, seeing the extreme care with which you avoid it. That is why I suggest that you should immediately begin to use it.
Practice makes perfect. Observe with what ease I manage to say "Sophy" already," he said airily. "I"m glad your hair"s just that blonde, and soft, Sophy. I couldn"t possibly be engaged to a woman who didn"t have hair like yours."
I looked at his, and said with conviction:
"How absurd! Black hair is incomparably more beautiful!"
His eyes danced.
"Sophy!" said he, in a thrilling whisper, "Sophy, _The Author"s hair is brindle_!"
I got up and incontinently left him. And I saw with stern joy how Mrs. Scarboro again seized upon and made him listen to tales of his grandfather, until in desperation he fled to the piano, and played Hungarian music with such effect that even The Author was moved to rapture.
"Jelnik!" said The Author, enthusiastically, "I shall put you in my next book. Gad, man, what a magnificent scoundrel I shall make of you!" A remark which scandalized Mrs. Scarboro and startled my dear old lady, but didn"t phase Mr. Jelnik.
I found myself growing more and more confounded and confused. Was I, or wasn"t I, engaged to a man who had never asked me to marry him?
In the vernacular, I didn"t know where I was at any more.
Alicia added to this confusion.
"Sophy," said she, some time later, "isn"t it just possible you misunderstood Mr. Jelnik? About his being in love with somebody else, I mean."
"I don"t know what makes you think so."
"Don"t you? I"ll show you," she said, and swung me around to face a mirror. "_That"s_ what makes me think so. Sophy Smith, unless he"s a liar--and Peac.o.c.ks and Ivory couldn"t be a liar to save his life--the woman Nicholas Jelnik loves looks back at you every time you look in the gla.s.s."
I shook my head. I have never been able to tell pleasant lies to myself.
"Well, we"ll see what we"ll see! I told you once before that you hadn"t caught up with the change in yourself." And she kissed me and laughed. It came to me that she couldn"t have cared much for him, herself, to be able to laugh that light-heartedly.