How glad I was they should in this way gather strength for the long, difficult scramble down the mountain; but also presently I began to wish they would wake up.
I finished what I had to do in the kitchen, and came back into the hall.
They had been sleeping now nearly half an hour. I stood about uncertainly. Poor things, they must be dreadfully tired to sleep like that. I hardly liked to look at them, they were so defenceless, and I picked up a book and tried to read; but I couldn"t stop my eyes from wandering over the top of it to the sofa every few minutes, and always I saw the same picture of profound repose.
Presently I put down the book, and wandered out on to the terrace and gazed awhile at the view. That, too, seemed wrapped in afternoon slumber. After a bit I wandered round the house to Mou-Mou. He, too, was asleep. Then I came back to the front door and glanced in at my guests.
Still no change. Then I fetched some cigarettes, not moving this time quite so carefully, and going out again sat on the low terrace-wall at a point from which I could see straight on to the sofa and notice any movement that might take place.
I never smoke except when bored, and as I am never bored I never smoke.
But this afternoon it was just that unmanageable sort of moment come upon me, that kind of situation I don"t know how to deal with, which does bore me. I sat on the wall and smoked three cigarettes, and the peace on the sofa remained complete. What ought one to do? What did one do, faced by obstinately sleeping guests? Impossible deliberately to wake them up. Yet I was sure--they had now been asleep nearly an hour--that when they did wake up, polite as they were, they would be upset by discovering that they had slept. Besides, the afternoon was getting on. They had a long way to go. If only Mou-Mou would wake up and bark.... But there wasn"t a sound. The hot afternoon brooded over the mountains in breathless silence.
Again I went round to the back of the house, and pausing behind the last corner so as to make what I did next more alarming, suddenly jumped out at Mou Mou.
The horribly intelligent dog didn"t bother to open more than an eye, and that one he immediately shut again.
Disgusted with him, I returned to my seat on the wall and smoked another cigarette. The picture on the sofa was the same: perfect peace. Oh well, poor things--but I did want to talk. And after all it was my birthday.
When I had finished the cigarette I thought a moment, my face in my hands. A person of tact--ah, but I have no tact; it has been my undoing on the cardinal occasions of life that I have none. Well, but suppose I _were_ a person of tact--what would I do? Instantly the answer flashed into my brain: Knock, by accident, against a table.
So I did. I got up quickly and crossed into the hall and knocked against a table, at first with gentleness, and then as there was no result with greater vigour.
My elder guest behind the handkerchief continued to draw deep regular breaths, but to my joy the younger one stirred and opened her eyes.
"Oh, I do _hope_ I didn"t wake you?" I exclaimed, taking an eager step towards the sofa.
She looked at me vaguely, and fell asleep again.
I went back on to the terrace and lit another cigarette. That was five.
I haven"t smoked so much before in one day in my life ever. I felt quite fast. And on my birthday too. By the time I had finished it there was a look about the shadows on the gra.s.s that suggested tea. Even if it were a little early the noise of the teacups might help to wake up my guests, and I felt that a call to tea would be a delicate and hospitable way of doing it.
I didn"t go through the hall on tiptoe this time, but walked naturally; and I opened the door into the kitchen rather noisily. Then I looked round at the sofa to see the effect. There wasn"t any.
Presently tea was ready, out on the table where we had lunched. At least six times I had been backwards and forwards through the hall, the last twice carrying things that rattled and that I encouraged to rattle. But on the sofa the strangers slept peacefully on.
There was nothing for it now but to touch them. Short of that, I didn"t think that anything would wake them. But I don"t like touching guests; I mean, in between whiles. I have never done it. Especially not when they weren"t looking. And still more especially not when they were complete strangers.
Therefore I approached the sofa with reluctance, and stood uncertain in front of it. Poor things, they really were most completely asleep. It seemed a pity to interrupt. Well, but they had had a nice rest; they had slept soundly now for two hours. And the tea would be cold if I didn"t wake them up, and besides, how were they going to get home if they didn"t start soon? Still, I don"t like touching guests. Especially strange guests....
Manifestly, however, there was nothing else to be done, so I bent over the younger one--the other one was too awe-inspiring with her handkerchief over her face--and gingerly put my hand on her shoulder.
Nothing happened.
I put it on again, with a slightly increased emphasis.
She didn"t open her eyes, but to my embarra.s.sment laid her cheek on it affectionately and murmured something that sounded astonishingly like Siegfried.
I know about Siegfried, because of going to the opera. He was a German.
He still is, in the form of Siegfried Wagner, and I daresay of others; and once somebody told me that when Germans wished to indulge their disrespect for the Kaiser freely--he was not at that time yet an ex-Kaiser---without being run in for _lese majeste_, they loudly and openly abused him under the name of Siegfried Meyer, whose initials, S.M., also represent _Seine Majestat_; by which simple methods everybody was able to be pleased and n.o.body was able to be hurt. So that when my sleeping guest murmured Siegfried, I couldn"t but conclude she was dreaming of a German; and when at the same time she laid her cheek on my hand, I was forced to realise that she was dreaming of him affectionately. Which astonished me.
Imbued with patriotism--the acc.u.mulated patriotism of weeks spent out of England--I felt that this English lady should instantly be roused from a dream that did her no credit. She herself, I felt sure, would be the first to deplore such a dream. So I drew my hand away from beneath her cheek--even by mistake I didn"t like it to be thought the hand of somebody called Siegfried and, stooping down, said quite loud and distinctly in her ear, "Won"t you come to tea?"
This, at last, did wake her. She sat up with a start, and looked at me for a moment in surprise.
"Oh," she said, confused, "have I been asleep?"
"I"m very glad you have," I said, smiling at her, for she was already again smiling at me. "Your climb this morning was enough to kill you."
"Oh, but," she murmured, getting up quickly and straightening her hair, "how dreadful to come to your house and go to sleep--"
And she turned to the elder one, and again astonished me by, with one swift movement, twitching the handkerchief off her face and saying exactly as one says when playing the face-and-handkerchief game with one"s baby, "Peep bo." Then she turned back to me and smiled and said nothing more, for I suppose she knew the elder one, roused thus competently, would now do all the talking; as indeed she did, being as I feared greatly upset and horrified when she found she had not only been asleep but been it for two hours.
We had tea; and all the while, while the elder one talked of the trouble she was afraid she had given, and the shame she felt that they should have slept, and their grat.i.tude for what she called my prolonged and patient hospitality, I was wondering about the other. Whenever she caught my pensive and inquiring eye she smiled at me. She had very sweet eyes, grey ones, gentle and intelligent, and when she smiled an agreeable dimple appeared. Bringing my Paley"s _Evidences_ and Sherlock Holmes" side to bear on her, I reasoned that my younger guest was, or had been, a mother,--this because of the practised way she had twitched the handkerchief off and said Peep bo; that she was either a widow, or hadn"t seen her husband for some time,--this because of the real affection with which, in her sleep she had laid her cheek on my hand; and that she liked music and often went to the opera.
After tea the elder got up stiffly--she had walked much too far already, and was clearly unfit to go all that long way more--and said, if I would direct them, they must now set out for the valley.
The younger one put on her toque obediently at this, and helped the elder one to pin hers on straight. It was now five o"clock, and if they didn"t once lose their way they would be at their hotel by half-past seven; in time, said the elder, for the end of _table-d"hote,_ a meal much interfered with by the very numerous flies. But if they did go wrong at any point it would be much later, probably dark.
I asked them to stay.
To stay? The elder, engaged in b.u.t.toning her tight kid gloves, said it was most kind of me, but they couldn"t possibly stay any longer. It was far too late already, owing to their so unfortunately having gone to sleep--
"I mean stay the night," I said; and explained that it would be doing me a kindness, and because of that they must please overlook anything in such an invitation that might appear unconventional, for certainly if they did set out I should lie awake all night thinking of them lost somewhere among the precipices, or perhaps fallen over one, and how much better to go down comfortably in daylight, and I could lend them everything they wanted, including a great many new toothbrushes I found here,--in short, I not only invited, I pressed; growing more eager by the sheer gathering momentum of my speech.
All day, while the elder talked and I listened, I had secretly felt uneasy. Here was I, one woman in a house arranged for family gatherings, while they for want of rooms were forced to swelter in the valley.
Gradually, as I listened, my uneasiness increased. Presently I began to feel guilty. And at last, as I watched them sleeping in such exhaustion on the sofa, I felt at the bottom of my heart somehow responsible. But I don"t know, of course, that it is wise to invite strangers to stay with one.
They accepted gratefully. The moment the elder understood what it was that my eager words were pressing on her, she drew the pins out of her toque and laid it on the chair again; and so did the other one, smiling at me.
When the Antoines came home I went out to meet them. By that time my guests were shut up in their bedrooms with new toothbrushes. They had gone up very early, both of them so stiff that they could hardly walk.
Till they did go up, what moments I had been able to spare from my hasty preparations for their comfort had been filled entirely, as earlier in the day, by the elder one"s grat.i.tude; there had still been no chance of real talk.
"_J"ai des visites_," I said to the Antoines, going out to meet them when, through the silence of the evening, I heard their steps coming up the path.
Antoine wasn"t surprised. He just said, "_Ca sera comme autrefois_," and began to shut the shutters.
But I am. I can"t go to bed, I"m so much surprised. I"ve been sitting up here scribbling when I ought to have been in bed long ago. Who would have thought that the day that began so emptily would end with two of my rooms full,--each containing a widow? For they are widows, they told me: widows who have lost their husbands by peaceful methods, nothing to do with the war. Their names are Mrs. Barnes and Mrs. Jewks,--at least that is what the younger one"s sounded like; I don"t know if I have spelt it right. They come from Dulwich. I think the elder one had a slight misgiving at the last, and seemed to remember what was due to the Lord Mayor, when she found herself going to bed in a strange house belonging to somebody of whom she knew nothing; for she remarked a little doubtfully, and with rather a defensive eye fixed on me, that the war had broken down many barriers, and that people did things now that they wouldn"t have dreamed of doing five years ago.
The other one didn"t say nothing, but actually kissed me. I hope she wasn"t again mistaking me for Siegfried.
_August 15th_
My guests have gone again, but only to fetch their things and pay their hotel bill, and then they are coming back to stay with me till it is a little cooler. They are coming back to-morrow, not to-day. They are entangled in some arrangement with their pension that makes it difficult for them to leave at once.
Mrs. Barnes appeared at breakfast with any misgivings she may have had last night gone, for when I suggested they should spend this hot weather up here she immediately accepted. I hadn"t slept for thinking of them.
How could I possibly not ask them to stay, seeing their discomfort and my roominess? Towards morning it was finally clear to me that it wasn"t possible: I would ask them. Though, remembering the look in Mrs.
Barnes"s eye the last thing last night, I couldn"t be sure she would accept. She might want to find out about me first, after the cautious and hampering way of women,--oh, I wish women wouldn"t always be so cautious, but simply get on with their friendships! She might first want a.s.surances that there was some good reason for my being here all by myself. Alas, there isn"t a good reason; there is only a bad one. But, fortunately, to be alone is generally regarded as respectable, in spite of what Seneca says a philosopher said to a young man he saw walking by himself: "Have a care," said he, "of lewd company."
However, I don"t suppose Mrs. Barnes knew about Seneca. Anyhow she didn"t hesitate. She accepted at once, and said that under these circ.u.mstances it was certainly due to me to tell me a little about themselves.