"I care awfully. But I can"t marry him. He knows why."
"It"s more than I do. If you"re thinking of Jerrold, you needn"t. I thought you"d done with that schoolgirlish nonsense."
"I"m not "thinking" of him. I"m not "thinking" of anybody and I wish you"d leave me alone."
"My dear child, how can I leave you alone when I see you making the mistake of your life? Eliot is absolutely the right person for you, if you"d only the sense to see it. He"s got more character than anybody I know. Much more than dear Jerry. He"ll be ten times more interesting to live with."
"I thought Jerrold was your favourite."
"No, Eliot, my dear. Always Eliot. He was my first baby."
"Well, I"m awfully sorry you mind so much. And I"d marry Eliot if I could. I simply hate him to be unhappy. But he won"t be. He"ll live to be frightfully glad I didn"t...What, aren"t you going to kiss me good-night?"
Adeline had risen and turned away with the great dignity of her righteous anger.
"I don"t feel like it," she said. "I think you"ve been thoroughly selfish and unkind. I hate girls who go on like that--making a man mad about you by pretending to be his comrade, and then throwing him over.
I"ve had more men in love with me, Anne, than you"ve seen in your life, but I never did _that_."
"Oh Auntie, what about Father? And you were engaged to him."
"Well, anyhow," said Adeline, softened by the recollection, "I _was_ engaged."
She smiled her enchanting smile; and Anne, observing the breakdown of dignity, got up off the bed and kissed her.
"I don"t suppose," she said, "that Father was the only one."
"He wasn"t. But then, with _me_, my dear, it was their own risk. They knew where they were."
v
In March, nineteen eleven, Eliot went out to Central Africa. He stayed there two years, investigating malaria and sleeping sickness. Then he went on to the Straits Settlements and finally took a partnership in a practice at Penang.
Anne left Wyck at Easter and returned in August because of Colin. Then she went back to her Ilford farm.
The two years pa.s.sed, and in the spring of the third year, nineteen fourteen, she came again.
VI
QUEENIE
i
Something awful had happened. Adeline had told Anne about it.
It seemed that Colin in his second year at Cambridge, when he should have given his whole mind to reading for the Diplomatic Service, had had the imprudence to get engaged. And to a girl that Adeline had never heard of, about whom nothing was known but that she was remarkably handsome and that her family (Courthopes of Leicestershire) were, in Adeline"s brief phrase, "all right."
From the terrace they could see, coming up the lawn from the goldfish pond, Colin and his girl.
Queenie Courthope. She came slowly, her short Russian skirt swinging out from her ankles. The brilliance of her face showed clear at a distance, vermilion on white, flaming; hard, crystal eyes, sweeping and flashing; bobbed hair, brown-red, shining in the sun. Then a dominant, squarish jaw, and a mouth exquisitely formed, but thin, a vermilion thread drawn between her staring, insolent nostrils and the rise of her round chin.
This face in its approach expressed a profound, arrogant indifference to Adeline and Anne. Only as it turned towards Colin its grey-black eyes lowered and were soft dark under the black feathers of their brows.
Colin looked back at it with a shy, adoring tenderness.
Queenie could be even more superbly uninterested than Adeline. In Adeline"s self-absorption there was a pa.s.sive innocence, a candor that disarmed you, but Queenie"s was insolent and hostile; it took possession of the scene and challenged every comer.
"Hallo, Anne!" Colin shouted. "How did you get here?"
"Motored down."
"I say, have you got a car?"
"Only just."
"Drove yourself?"
"Rather."
Queenie scowled as if there were something disagreeable to her in the idea that Anne should have a car of her own and drive it. She endured the introduction in silence and addressed herself with an air of exclusiveness to Colin.
"What are we going to do?"
"Anything you like," he said.
"I"ll play you singles, then."
"Anne might like to play," said Colin. But he still looked at Queenie, as she flamed in her beauty.
"Oh, three"s a rotten game. You can"t play the two of us unless Miss Severn handicaps me."
"She won"t do that. Anne could take us both on and play a decent game."
Queenie picked up her racquet and stood between them, beating her skirts with little strokes of irritated impatience. Her eyes were fixed on Colin, trying, you could see, to dominate him.
"We"d better take it in turns," he said.
"Thanks, Col-Col. I"d rather not play. I"ve driven ninety-seven miles."
"Really rather?"
Queenie backed towards the court.
"Oh, come on, Colin, if you"re coming."
He went.