XXVIII
One morning early, towards the end of May, Alice sat down at her desk, and wrote the following brief letter to Mr. Shanner.
"MY DEAR FRIEND,--I owe you an acknowledgment. When you ventured to raise the question of the wisdom of my engagement to Mr. Wyndham, you were right in one respect. He is in every way a man of honour, and I have nothing against him. But, as the time goes by, it grows upon me more and more that he and I have made a mistake, as you were first to see, and that we are not suited to each other. His world and his ideas of life are not mine, and I have decided that it is wiser for me not to attempt to adapt myself to them. I recognise this before it is too late, and I have determined, not lightly, but after full and serious consideration, to draw back. I promised you that I should let you know if ever I arrived at such a conclusion. I now carry out my promise."
She directed it to his office, carefully marking it "Personal and Confidential." Shortly after noon she was startled by the rat-tat of a telegraph boy. "Approve of your decision with all my heart. Please remember that I am the first applicant for the privilege." Such was the answer he had flashed back the moment her letter had reached him, and the perusal of it gave her the satisfaction that accompanies the realisation step by step of an elaborate purpose. "So be it," she exclaimed. "To-day I shall ask for my release."
Wyndham was expecting her to join him at the studio. They were to dine together, then go to a Paderewski recital. But now she decided she would not go. What good to face him personally? Besides, it was easier to feel that she had already seen him for the last time. She went back to her desk, and began the laborious composition of a long letter. On and on she wrote, breaking off only to join her mother at lunch, and returning to her desk at the earliest moment. She had covered several sheets, when brusquely she changed her mind. Perhaps this was not really fair to him, and, besides, he might feel he ought to come to the house to see her again. Surely they might at least shake hands and part as friends. So she tore up the letter, and went to prepare herself for the journey to Chelsea. "I have been brave all through," she murmured; "and I mustn"t spoil it at the end by turning coward. I am taking all the blame--let me be strong enough to take it face to face with him."
And now she was impatient to have done with it all. Her mission was ended. So, although he would not be looking for her yet, she would descend on him, even at the risk of disturbing him. The commission from the bank had already been completed, and at present he was making cartoons and sketches for new pictures. But he would be all the more grateful afterwards that she had not delayed her coup.
She got into a hansom, which, choosing its route through un.o.bstructed back streets, arrived at her goal wonderfully soon. She got down firmly, paid the driver, and walked up the steps unfalteringly. She felt her calm and self-control as a great blessing; she had so long schooled herself for this moment, and it was splendid to feel how actual a fact was her resignation, how completely ingrained in her this acceptance of the inevitable.
She let herself in with her key for the last time, and put it on the hall table lest she should forget to leave it afterwards. Then she went upstairs, and tapped gently at the door of the studio, though it stood half open. She found Wyndham in a mood that was even a shade more affable than usual. Indeed, he seemed almost light-hearted to-day as he came forward with a friendly alertness to greet her, and pressed his lips affectionately to her forehead, and wheeled forward a chair for her. She was in a close-fitting coat and skirt, of a heliotrope shade, and there were roses in her hat. But, in spite of this burst of spring gaiety, her face retained the marked pallor that had characterised it of late. He indeed observed it for the first time.
"You must have a little of this light Chambery," he said. "It clears the head and nerves. I remembered I used to have a gla.s.s at the Cafe des Lilas in the old days whenever I felt done up, so I laid in a few bottles."
"Do I seem so unusually flurried?" she asked.
She smiled, but he saw at once that the note was forced, and began to suspect that something was amiss.
"It"s rather close to-day--the heat has come upon us all of a rush. It"s sure to be crowded and stuffy at the concert to-night. Now do try my remedy, child."
"If you don"t mind, we"ll not go to the concert."
"By all means," he agreed. "We"ll dine early, take a stroll on the Embankment, and if there"s a boat going up or down, it doesn"t matter which, we"ll get on, and see where it takes us. Not a bad idea, little girl, eh?"
"I"m sorry," she said, "but I meant that we were not to pa.s.s the evening together at all. I came now, instead of later on, to see you and talk to you."
He looked at her hard. "You rather mystify me."
"I"m sorry," she said again. "I sat down to write you a long letter to-day," she resumed, after an almost imperceptible hesitation. "In fact, I really began it, or rather I wrote a good many pages, and then I thought it would be fairer and braver to come here to you at once instead."
He leaned up against the table for support. "My dear child, I don"t in the least understand your drift--I am bewildered."
She smiled wanly; yet the smile of one about to set forth in a cool, reasonable way a case that needed exposition, and that necessarily must carry conviction. "I was writing to ask you a favour. Now I have come to ask for it in person."
"It is yours to command." He inclined his head graciously and gallantly.
"You are sweet to me, as always," she returned. "But, as you will see, I am quite undeserving of your graciousness on this present occasion."
He laughed. "Modest as usual, my dear child! I"m afraid it"s going to be one of the tasks of my life to impress you with a sense of your own merits."
"Please don"t say any more nice things to me," she implored. "Your kindness hurts me."
He looked hard at her again, then pa.s.sed his hand across his face. "Let me see," he said; "where were we? I confess I"m rather confused. Ah, yes, you said you preferred that we shouldn"t go to the concert."
She drew her breath hard; her bosom palpitated. "Because I want you to set me free altogether." Her face was suddenly on fire, but an exultation thrilled through her. At last the words had been spoken; she was near the end.
But she felt his eyes upon her; she saw his face set in a strange expression, half-vacant, half-surprised. "To set you free?" he murmured.
"To break off our engagement," she launched out. "Oh, I know it is horrible of me," she went on quickly, feeling herself giving way at this moment of trial, despite all her fort.i.tude and all her schooling. She saw that his lips made as if he were about to speak, but, dreading to hear him yet, she gathered up her force and hurried on piteously.
"Please don"t think that I have anything against you, that you are in the least to blame. You have been chivalrous and kind throughout. The responsibility must all rest on my shoulders."
He winced at the pain she was visibly enduring, the expression of her eyes, the convulsive catch of her breath.
"But what on earth has come between us?" he exclaimed, in a sort of dull despair. He felt no joyous glow at the return of his liberty. The occasion seemed too miserably tragic, and his human a.s.sociation with her had made him care for her enough to be deeply distressed at the agony under which she was labouring. Even now, if it could have made her happy, if it could have induced her to withdraw all she had said, he would have taken her hand tenderly, and melted away every cloud between them. "Yesterday all was well, and to-day----" He gave a gesture of blank bewilderment.
"I have arrived at the conviction that we are not suited for each other, that I am not the sort of woman to make your life all that it should be."
"Oh, come," he said. "I am surprised to find such morbid nonsense running in your head."
She was taken aback at this resistance on his part; and she rightly set it down to pure fraternal consideration for her. She let herself go now; best to give her explanation at full length.
"It is not a sudden impulse I have yielded to, or a pa.s.sing wave of depression," she urged, trying to conjure up the ghost of a smile again.
"Believe me, I have seen the right path before me only after the deepest consideration."
He interrupted her with a gesture.
"But what has come between us?" he insisted again. "You do not say you have ceased to love me."
With a great effort she looked straight at him. "Yes," she said with steady voice, and no physical flinching. "I have ceased to love you. I searched into my heart before it was too late, and I found my affections had gone to another."
A flash of understanding seemed to come to him. "Mr. Shanner!" he exclaimed.
She averted her eyes. "He was my friend before I knew you," she pleaded, as if driven to defence.
"I see now you are perfectly serious," he murmured, hurt at last, and firmly believing her. "Does love come and go in women with such momentary capriciousness?"
"Perhaps," she said with a weird dreaminess. "It comes and goes like the blossoming of a flower in the sunlight--beautiful for the day or two it lives. My love for you is dead. I should not be happy with you, so why make the pretence? I should not ask you to forgive me, only I am not worth your remembrance for any reason. Let us shake hands and part not too bitterly."
He stood silent, his head bowed. There was no thought in his mind, only a sense of shame and of poignant regret.
"Believe me, it is for the best," she resumed, trying to smile. "And be a.s.sured, the guilty party alone shall be condemned, should the world discuss us!" She held out her hand. He took it and held it gently, in sign that he bore her no ill-will.
XXIX
In the first profound depression into which this unforeseen occurrence had plunged him, Wyndham remained totally indifferent to his freedom.
His thought in a feeble way reached out, recalling her words, lingering on her crowning confession. Suddenly he laughed out aloud. How much greater the irony of his life than even he had imagined! For the second time he and Lady Betty had come together, only voluntarily to part that they might not disturb the happiness of this other life! How they had tortured themselves; how Lady Betty had sought deliberate martyrdom, staying near him only long enough to school him to perfect loyalty to Alice! "Whilst I was fretting my heart away," his lips murmured, "lest I should wound her with a chance word, she was vibrating again towards her own kind, and was planning her retreat. Surely the G.o.ds are pulling the strings and making us poor puppets dance for their amus.e.m.e.nt!"
And then he thought of the Hampstead street miles away, where he had pa.s.sed so many years of his life in suffering and degradation; and the sense of its distance helped him. Were he still in the old studio, the sense of the Robinsons" house within a stone"s throw would have been intolerable. He would hardly have dared to set foot out of doors for fear of the painful accident of stumbling up against one of the family.
He desired no further explanations and apologies. He shuddered at the very idea. Here at least he could take shelter silently within his own pride.