"Very well," I said, "faint away; but please hurry over it."
She did not move. I began to walk home, but each time I looked behind me I saw the dark form of the modern soul p.r.o.ne before the hairdresser"s window. Finally I ran, and rooted out the Herr Professor from his room.
"Fraulein Sonia has fainted," I said crossly.
"Du lieber Gott! Where? How?"
"Outside the hairdresser"s shop in the Station Road."
"Jesus and Maria! Has she no water with her?"--he seized his carafe--"n.o.body beside her?"
"Nothing."
"Where is my coat? No matter, I shall catch a cold on the chest.
Willingly, I shall catch one... You are ready to come with me?"
"No," I said; "you can take the waiter."
"But she must have a woman. I cannot be so indelicate as to attempt to loosen her stays."
"Modern souls oughtn"t to wear them," said I. He pushed past me and clattered down the stairs.
... When I came down to breakfast next morning there were two places vacant at table. Fraulein Sonia and Herr Professor had gone off for a day"s excursion in the woods.
I wondered.
7. AT LEHMANN"S.
Certainly Sabina did not find life slow. She was on the trot from early morning until late at night. At five o"clock she tumbled out of bed, b.u.t.toned on her clothes, wearing a long-sleeved alpaca pinafore over her black frock, and groped her way downstairs into the kitchen.
Anna, the cook, had grown so fat during the summer that she adored her bed because she did not have to wear her corsets there, but could spread as much as she liked, roll about under the great mattress, calling upon Jesus and Holy Mary and Blessed Anthony himself that her life was not fit for a pig in a cellar.
Sabina was new to her work. Pink colour still flew in her cheeks; there was a little dimple on the left side of her mouth that even when she was most serious, most absorbed, popped out and gave her away. And Anna blessed that dimple. It meant an extra half-hour in bed for her; it made Sabina light the fire, turn out the kitchen and wash endless cups and saucers that had been left over from the evening before. Hans, the scullery boy, did not come until seven. He was the son of the butcher--a mean, undersized child very much like one of his father"s sausages, Sabina thought. His red face was covered with pimples, and his nails indescribably filthy. When Herr Lehmann himself told Hans to get a hairpin and clean them he said they were stained from birth because his mother had always got so inky doing the accounts--and Sabina believed him and pitied him.
Winter had come very early to Mindelbau. By the end of October the streets were banked waist-high with snow, and the greater number of the "Cure Guests," sick unto death of cold water and herbs, had departed in nothing approaching peace. So the large salon was shut at Lehmann"s and the breakfast-room was all the accommodation the cafe afforded. Here the floor had to be washed over, the tables rubbed, coffee-cups set out, each with its little china platter of sugar, and newspapers and magazines hung on their hooks along the walls before Herr Lehmann appeared at seven-thirty and opened business.
As a rule his wife served in the shop leading into the cafe, but she had chosen the quiet season to have a baby, and, a big woman at the best of times, she had grown so enormous in the process that her husband told her she looked unappetising, and had better remain upstairs and sew.
Sabina took on the extra work without any thought of extra pay.
She loved to stand behind the counter, cutting up slices of Anna"s marvellous chocolate-spotted confections, or doing up packets of sugar almonds in pink and blue striped bags.
"You"ll get varicose veins, like me," said Anna. "That"s what the Frau"s got, too. No wonder the baby doesn"t come! All her swelling"s got into her legs." And Hans was immensely interested.
During the morning business was comparatively slack. Sabina answered the shop bell, attended to a few customers who drank a liqueur to warm their stomachs before the midday meal, and ran upstairs now and again to ask the Frau if she wanted anything. But in the afternoon six or seven choice spirits played cards, and everybody who was anybody drank tea or coffee.
"Sabina... Sabina..."
She flew from one table to the other, counting out handfuls of small change, giving orders to Anna through the "slide," helping the men with their heavy coats, always with that magical child air about her, that delightful sense of perpetually attending a party.
"How is the Frau Lehmann?" the women would whisper.
"She feels rather low, but as well as can be expected," Sabina would answer, nodding confidentially.
Frau Lehmann"s bad time was approaching. Anna and her friends referred to it as her "journey to Rome," and Sabina longed to ask questions, yet, being ashamed of her ignorance, was silent, trying to puzzle it out for herself. She knew practically nothing except that the Frau had a baby inside her, which had to come out--very painful indeed. One could not have one without a husband--that she also realised. But what had the man got to do with it? So she wondered as she sat mending tea towels in the evening, head bent over her work, light shining on her brown curls.
Birth--what was it? wondered Sabina. Death--such a simple thing. She had a little picture of her dead grandmother dressed in a black silk frock, tired hands clasping the crucifix that dragged between her flattened b.r.e.a.s.t.s, mouth curiously tight, yet almost secretly smiling. But the grandmother had been born once--that was the important fact.
As she sat there one evening, thinking, the Young Man entered the cafe, and called for a gla.s.s of port wine. Sabina rose slowly. The long day and the hot room made her feel a little languid, but as she poured out the wine she felt the Young Man"s eyes fixed on her, looked down at him and dimpled.
"It"s cold out," she said, corking the bottle.
The Young Man ran his hands through his snow-powdered hair and laughed.
"I wouldn"t call it exactly tropical," he said, "But you"re very snug in here--look as though you"ve been asleep."
Very languid felt Sabina in the hot room, and the Young Man"s voice was strong and deep. She thought she had never seen anybody who looked so strong--as though he could take up the table in one hand--and his restless gaze wandering over her face and figure gave her a curious thrill deep in her body, half pleasure, half pain... She wanted to stand there, close beside him, while he drank his wine. A little silence followed. Then he took a book out of his pocket, and Sabina went back to her sewing. Sitting there in the corner, she listened to the sound of the leaves being turned and the loud ticking of the clock that hung over the gilt mirror. She wanted to look at him again--there was a something about him, in his deep voice, even in the way his clothes fitted. From the room above she heard the heavy dragging sound of Frau Lehmann"s footsteps, and again the old thoughts worried Sabina. If she herself should one day look like that--feel like that! Yet it would be very sweet to have a little baby to dress and jump up and down.
"Fraulein--what"s your name--what are you smiling at?" called the Young Man.
She blushed and looked up, hands quiet in her lap, looked across the empty tables and shook her head.
"Come here, and I"ll show you a picture," he commanded.
She went and stood beside him. He opened the book, and Sabina saw a coloured sketch of a naked girl sitting on the edge of a great, crumpled bed, a man"s opera hat on the back of her head.
He put his hand over the body, leaving only the face exposed, then scrutinised Sabina closely.
"Well?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, knowing perfectly well.
"Why, it might be your own photograph--the face, I mean--that"s as far as I can judge."
"But the hair"s done differently," said Sabina, laughing. She threw back her head, and the laughter bubbled in her round white throat.
"It"s rather a nice picture, don"t you think?" he asked. But she was looking at a curious ring he wore on the hand that covered the girl"s body, and only nodded.
"Ever seen anything like it before?"
"Oh, there"s plenty of those funny ones in the ill.u.s.trated papers."
"How would you like to have your picture taken that way?"
"Me? I"d never let anybody see it. Besides, I haven"t got a hat like that!"
"That"s easily remedied."
Again a little silence, broken by Anna throwing up the slide.