Now, as I gazed through the windows of the slow-moving train and saw the long blue lines of the level-topped hills, the deep purple edges of the vast table-lands rising against the amber or the blood red evening skies, I longed for Viola with that inward longing of the soul which nothing but the presence of its own companion can satisfy.
One evening, as I gazed out, the whole prairie was bathed in rose-coloured light that appeared to ripple over it in pink waves. The tall gra.s.s, tall as that of an English hay-field, seemed touched with fire; far on every side stretched the open plain, absolutely level, bounded at last in the far distance by that deep purple wall of mountains, flat-topped, level-lined also, against the sky, the great mesas or table-lands of Mexico.
And in this vast expanse of waving gra.s.ses and low flowering shrubs, in the pink glow of the evening, stood out two graceful forms, a pair of coyotes, distinct against the sunset behind them. Only these two were visible in all that great lonely plain, and they stood together watching the train go by, their sinuous bodies and low sweeping tails touched and tipped with fire in the ruby light.
How delighted Viola would have been with that scene, I thought regretfully, as the train carried us through it.
When we arrived at the City of Mexico, we drove to the Hotel Iturbide and took a room high up on the third floor, to be well lifted out of the suffocating atmosphere of the streets.
Suzee was a little overawed by the height of the long, narrow room that we had a.s.signed to us in this, at one time, palace, but when she saw that the bed was comfortable and there was a large mirror before which she could array and re-array herself, she was satisfied.
I saw the room would be a very difficult one to paint in, for it was dark in spite of the tall window which opened on to an iron balcony running across the front of the hotel.
The window was draped with thick red curtains and had a deep, handsome cornice hanging over it.
Suzee went on to the balcony immediately and was delighted with the incessant stream of gaily dressed people pa.s.sing underneath. This was the main street of the city. Not very wide, flanked with lofty, old, picturesquely built houses on each side, of which the lower part was often shop or restaurant, it presented somewhat the same heavy, gloomy appearance as the streets in Italian towns. The air was thick, dust-laden, and evil-smelling, for the City of Mexico, though at an elevation of 8,000 feet, has none of the crisp, healthful clearness, usually to be found at that alt.i.tude. Built over the bed of an enormous dried up lake, in the centre of an elevated table-land, it is, even at the present day, badly drained and unhealthy.
We had some tea brought up to us and took it at a little table drawn close to the window,--Suzee chattering away to me of the delights of this new big city--as big as "Frisco, she thought. And what gay hats the women wore! She saw them pa.s.sing underneath. Would I not take her out to the shops and buy a great big white muslin hat like theirs, covered with pink roses?
I promised I would, watching her with a smile.
She was certainly very lovely just now. She seemed to have bloomed into fairer beauty than she had possessed at Sitka.
Doubtless her gratified pa.s.sion and happy relations with me helped to this result, for a woman"s beauty depends almost wholly on her inner life, the life of her emotions and pa.s.sions.
After tea we went downstairs, hired a carriage, and drove to the Paseo--or laid-out drive--which is the thing to do in Mexico at that hour; and to follow the custom of the country you are in is the first golden rule of the traveller who would enjoy himself.
It was about six o"clock, and darkness was closing in on the thick, dust-filled air as we drove with the stream of other vehicles of all descriptions, from the poorest hired carriage to the most splendidly appointed barouche, into the Paseo, a wide, sweeping drive, lined each side with trees and lighted with rows of electric arc-light lamps, some of which glowed pinkly or sputtered out blue rays in the dusk.
It has never seemed to me a very cheerful matter, this drive between the lights in the formal Paseo, this great string of carriages drawn mostly by poor unhappy horses and filled with dressed-up women who stare rudely at each other as they pa.s.s and re-pa.s.s, solemn and silent ghosts in a world of grey shadow!
But the fashion amongst the Mexican women of painting and powdering to an inordinate degree perhaps accounts for their love of this hour between the lights, when they imagine the falseness of their complexion cannot be detected.
After about an hour"s drive we came back, the great arc-lights now sending their uncertain, shifting glare across the road and serving to show the heavy dust through which we moved. Seen sideways, the ray of light looked solid, so thick was the atmosphere.
When we came back we dined, and then sat outside our window on the iron balcony, looking down at the gay scene below.
The street was fully lighted now by powerful lamps of electricity, some belonging to the roadway, others hung out over restaurants and shops. The latter were all open, having been closed through the middle of the day. The cafes and restaurants were in full swing, half the populace seemed in the street, either walking or driving.
"We will go to a theatre as soon as they open," I said. "I don"t think any of them begin till half-past nine or ten."
Suzee clapped her hands.
"That will be nice, Treevor," she said.
"I did like the theatre in Chinatown. I went with Nanine sometimes."
So at half-past nine we drove to a theatre. The performance began at ten o"clock and continued till one in the morning, with a break in the middle for supper.
It was a light musical farce, well acted and sung, and I enjoyed it.
Suzee looked on profoundly silent, and seemed to be quite wide-awake all through it. Just before one o"clock she leant to me and whispered:
"When does the killing begin?"
"Killing?" I returned. "I don"t think there"ll be any, what do you mean?"
"Oh," she said, "in Chinese theatres there is always very much killing; every one"s head comes off at the end."
I laughed.
"You little monster," I whispered; "is that what you came to see?"
Suzee nodded.
"All Chinese plays like that," she answered.
We waited till the curtain fell, but there was no killing and all the heads were left on at the end. Suzee looked quite disappointed, and explained to me as we were driving away that that was no play at all.
The next morning we were up very late, and after breakfast in our room there was only time to drive out to the shops and buy for Suzee one of the hats she coveted before luncheon.
All Orientals have a wonderful, artistic instinct for fabrics and colours, and always, when left alone, clothe themselves with exquisite taste. But this instinct seems to desert them when brought amongst European manufactures and into the sphere of European tints. Suzee now chose an enormous white hat wreathed round with poppies and cornflowers that I certainly should not have chosen for her. However, it pleased and satisfied her, and she was in great good-humour in consequence.
I found some letters for me at the hotel, forwarded from the club. My heart sank as I saw there was none from Viola. I thought she might have written again....
There was one from a friend of mine who was attached to the emba.s.sy here, and he asked me to go and dine with him that evening, or name some other, if I were engaged that day.
I looked up at Suzee.
"I have an invitation here to go out to dinner," I said to her; "do you think you can amuse yourself without me this evening?"
Suzee looked sulky.
"You are going out all the evening without me? Can"t I come too?"
"I am afraid not," I answered.
"Why? Is it a woman you are going to?"
"No, it is not," I answered a little sharply.
How different this sulky questioning was from Viola"s bright way of a.s.senting to any possible suggestion of mine for my own amus.e.m.e.nt or benefit!
How different from this her quick:
"Oh yes, do go, Trevor, do not think about me, I shall be quite happy looking forward to your coming back!"
Suzee pushed out her lips.