"You"re a naughty boy, Phil," laughed the old lady, "and you"ve no business to poke fun at your grandmother. But I think you are too hard on those poor fellows. They may not have any luggage with them."
"No more have we. Fordham and I will have to live in our knapsacks for the next week. And even if we had no clothes we"d manage by hook or by crook to beg, borrow, or steal a razor."
"I don"t think much of the population, certainly," put in the General.
"There were a much better stamp of people at Les Avants."
"Always are," said Fordham. "It"s a place where people go to stay, and the same people go there again and again. Moreover, it isn"t enough of a show-place to attract the mere tourist. "Arry itinerant patronises the higher resorts, where he can walk across a glacier and brag about it ever after. But this is an exceptionally weedy crowd, as Phil says," he added, sticking up his eyegla.s.s and taking stock of the same.
"Not all. I don"t think quite all," objected Mrs Wyatt. "Those two ladies sitting next to the clergyman down there look rather nice. Don"t you think so, Mr Fordham?"
"Might discharge both barrels of a shot-gun down the table and not damage a social equal," was the uncompromising reply.
But little it mattered to them in a general way what sort of a lot their fellow-countrymen there sojourning might or might not be. It was delightful to exchange the low stuffy _salle-a-manger_, with its inevitable reek of fleshpots, its clatter of knives and forks and its strife of tongues, for the sweet hay-scented evening air, with the afterglow reddening and fading on the double-horned Besso and the snowfields beyond, the stars twinkling forth one by one against the loom of the great mountain wall which seemed literally to overhang the valley. There was a lulling, soothing sense in the sequestered propinquity of the great mountains, in the dull roar of the ever-speaking torrent. Old General Wyatt, seated on a bench smoking his evening pipe, expressed unbounded satisfaction.
"It"s like a paradise after that abominably rackety Grindelwald," he p.r.o.nounced.
"Yes, dear," a.s.sented his wife. "But what I want to know is," she added in a low tone, "how is that going to end?"
"How is what?--Oh--ah--yes--um!" as he followed her glance.
The latter had lighted upon their niece and her now inseparable escort.
They had returned from an evening stroll, and were standing looking about them as though loth to go in. Alma had thrown on a cloak, for there was a touch of sharpness in the air, and the soft fur seemed to cling caressingly round the lower part of her face, framing and throwing into greater prominence the luminous eyes and sweet, refined beauty.
She was discoursing animatedly, but the old people were too far off for the burden of her ideas to reach them.
"It is going to end in the child completely knocking herself up," said the General with a disapproving shake of the head. "She must have walked twenty miles to-day if she has walked one. Now mind, she must stay at home to-morrow and rest thoroughly."
"That isn"t what I mean, and you know it isn"t," urged the old lady in a vexed tone.
"Ha-ha! I know it isn"t," he answered with a growl that was more than half a chuckle.
"Well, and what do you think of it?"
"Um! ah! I don"t know what to think. If the young people like each other, I don"t see why they shouldn"t see plenty of each other--in a place like this. If they decide they don"t--well, there"s no harm done."
"But I"ve always heard you say that Sir Francis Orlebar was a poor man-- a poor man with a second wife," said Mrs Wyatt, tentatively.
"So is Alma. I don"t mean with a second wife--ha-ha! But she hasn"t a sixpence, and it would be a blessed day for her that on which she got away from that mother of hers for good and all."
"But isn"t that all the more reason she should marry somebody who is well off?"
"Well, yes, I suppose it is. But then, you can"t have everything. It"s seldom enough you get cash and every other desirable endowment thrown in. Now I like Phil Orlebar. I don"t know when I"ve seen a young fellow I"ve liked more. It"s a thousand pities, though, that his father didn"t put him into some profession or give him something to do; but it isn"t too late now, and Alma might do worse. Here--hang it all!" he broke off with a growl.--"What a couple of mischief-making old match-makers we are becoming. It"s getting cold. Time to go in."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
"ALL IN THE BLUE UNCLOUDED WEATHER."
"When are we going to begin some real climbing--eh, Phil?"
"Oh, I don"t know. By the way, Fordham, I"m not sure that real high climbing isn"t a mistake. It seems rather a thin thing to put oneself to any amount of unmitigated f.a.g, and go sleeping out under rocks or in huts and in all sorts of beastly places chock full of fleas, and turn out at unG.o.dly hours in the morning--in the middle of the night, rather--merely for the sake of shinning up to the top of some confounded rock that scores of other fellows have shinned up already, and thousands more will. No; I believe there"s far more sense in this sort of thing, and I"m certain it"s far more fun."
"This sort of thing" being a long day"s expedition of the nature of a picnic, a walk for the most part over the glacier to some point of interest or scenic advantage, which in the present instance was a trip to the Mountet Cabin, a structure erected by the Alpine Club high up among the rocks at the base of the Besso, for the convenience of parties ascending the Rothhorn or traversing one of the several difficult, and more or less dangerous, glacier pa.s.ses leading into the next valley.
The hour was early--before sunrise in fact--and our two friends were threading their way rapidly between the rows of brown _chalets_ which const.i.tute the picturesque hamlet of Zinal, intent on overtaking the rest of their party, who had "just strolled quietly on," a process which in nineteen cases out of twenty may be taken to mean that if the overtaker comes up with the advance guard within a couple of hours, he or she has progressed at a rate by no means pleasant or advisable as the start for a long day"s walk or climb. This instance, however, was the twentieth, for whereas those in advance consisted of General Wyatt and his niece, two learned young ladies with short-cropped hair and spectacles, and a young clergyman, also in spectacles, the athletic pair had no difficulty in overhauling them in a very short time, and that with no inordinate effort.
"Well, Mr Fordham. It isn"t always we poor women who keep everybody waiting," said Alma, mischievously, as they came up, with a glance at Phil, to whose reluctance to leave his snug couch until the very last moment was due the fact that the party had not started together.
"That"s what comes of doing a good action--one always gets abused for it," replied Fordham. "If I hadn"t acted as whipper-in you"d never have seen this lazy dog until you were half-way home again."
"Oh, the poor _men_! They never can bring themselves to leave their beds. And yet they call themselves the stronger s.e.x," put in one of the shock-headed young women, who, by virtue of being students at one of the seats of learning recently founded for their s.e.x, looked down as from a lofty pedestal and with sublime pity upon the world at large. "The strong-minded s.e.x, I should have said."
"Not much use, are they, Miss Severn?" said the parson in playful banter.
"Except when the midnight mouse in the wainscotting suggests burglars, or the booming of the wind in the chimney, bogies," rejoined Fordham, tranquilly. "In a thunderstorm, too, their presence is apt to be highly rea.s.suring."
To this the shock-headed one deigned no rejoinder. She and her sister had formed some slight acquaintance with the Wyatts, and had joined them in expeditions similar to the present one; in fact, were rather more glad to do so than the others were that they should. Like too many of their kind they imagined that disagreeable, not to say rude, remarks at the expense of the opposite s.e.x demonstrated the superiority of their own in general, and such representatives of it as devoted their minds to conic sections in particular.
Nothing, as a rule, is more depressing to the poor creatures of an effete civilisation than an early morning start. Than the hour of summer sunrise in the Alps, however, nothing is more exhilarating. The cool, fresh, bracing air, the statuesque grandeur of the great mountains, the dash and sparkle of the swirling stream, the mingling aromatic fragrances distilling from opening wild flowers and resinous pines--it is a glimpse of fairyland, a very tonic to heart and brain, a reservoir of nerve power to limb and system.
And now beyond the huge projecting shoulder of the Alpe d"Arpitetta the rays of the newly-risen sun were flooding the snowfields with a golden radiancy. No more shade directly. But the air was crisp, and the sky of cloudless beauty. To two of those present it was but the beginning of a glowing halcyon day--one among many. Nearly a fortnight had gone by since their arrival, a fortnight spent in similar fashion--one day succeeding another, spent from dawn to dark amid the sublimest scenes of Nature on her most inspiring scale.
Philip Orlebar, the mercurial, the careless, had undergone a marked change. And it was a change which affected him for the better, was that brought about by this crisis of his life, in that it seemed to impart a not wholly unneeded ballast to his otherwise line character, a dignity to his demeanour which became him well, the more so that there was the stamp of a great and settled happiness upon his face, and in the straight, sunny glance of the clear eyes, that was goodly to look upon.
The Fire of the Live Coal burnt bright and clear.
"Alma, darling, why not let me say something to your uncle now instead of waiting until you go home again?" he said one day, when they were scrambling about among the rocks in search of the coveted edelweiss.
"Then I shall feel that you do really belong to me."
She looked at him for a moment--looked at him standing over her in his straight youthful strength and patrician beauty, and hesitated. She was growing very fond of him, and, more important still, very proud of him, which with a woman of Alma"s stamp means that her surrender is already a thing to be ranked among certainties. But the circ.u.mstances of her home life had been such as to impart to her character a vein of wisdom, of caution, which was considerably beyond her years.
"No, Phil--not yet," she answered, with a little shake of her head; but beneath all the decision of her tone there lay a hidden caress. "This is a summer idyll--a mere holiday. Wait until it is over and life--real life--begins again. No, stop--I won"t have that--here," she broke off suddenly, springing away from him with a laugh and a blush. "Remember how many people at the hotel have telescopes, not to mention the big one planted out in front of the door. We may const.i.tute an object of special attention at the present moment, for all we know."
Return we to our party now bound for the Mountet hut, _via_ the Durand glacier. This was not the first time they had made this expedition, consequently they were able to dispense with a guide--and Fordham, at any rate, had had sufficient previous Alpine experience. The great silent ice river locked within the vast depths of its rock-bound bed rippled in a succession of frozen billows between its lofty mountain walls, the human figures traversing it looking the merest pigmies among the awful vastness of the Alpine solitude. Myriad threads of clear water gurgled with musical murmur through the blue smooth funnels they had worn for themselves in the surface of the ice, which glistened and sparkled in the sunlight in a sea of diamond-like facets. "Tables,"
viz, stones of all shapes and sizes heaved up, by the action of the glacier, upon smooth round ice-pedestals--sometimes perfectly wonderful in their resemblance to the real article of furniture--abounded, and here and there the dull hollow roar of some heavier stream plunging between the vertical blue sides of a straight chimney-like shaft, which it had worn to an incredible depth by its action.
"What an extremely good-looking fellow that young Orlebar is," remarked the clergyman, who had been observing the pair some little distance in front.
"I can"t say that handsome men are at all to my taste," replied the elder of the two learned sisters, loyal to a recollection of evenings spent at meetings of various scientific societies in the company of an undersized, round-shouldered professor with a huge head of unkempt hair and a very dandruffy coat-collar. "There is never anything in them.
They are invariably empty-headed to a degree."
"And desperately conceited," put in the younger, acidly.
"And this young Orlebar is the most empty-headed and conceited of them all," rejoined the elder. "I consider him a perfectly odious young man."
"Really? Now, do you know--I--er--I thought him rather a nice fellow,"
said the clergyman timidly. "Very pleasant and taking manners, and a perfect gentleman."