"Yes-Mr. Littlemore. He has a sister whom I"ve met; I didn"t know she was his sister till to-day. Mrs. Headway spoke of her, but I find she doesn"t know her. That itself is a proof, I think. Do you think _he_ would help me?" Lady Demesne asked very simply.
"I doubt it, but you can try."
"I wish he had come with you. Do you think he"d come?"
"He"s in America at this moment, but I believe he soon comes back."
She took this in with interest. "I shall go to his sister; I shall ask her to bring him to see me. She"s extremely nice; I think she"ll understand. Unfortunately there"s very little time."
Waterville bethought himself. "Don"t count too much on George Littlemore," he said gravely.
"You men have no pity," she grimly sighed.
"Why should we pity you? How can Mrs. Headway hurt such a person as you?" he asked.
Lady Demesne cast about. "It hurts me to hear her voice."
"Her voice is very liquid." He liked his word.
"Possibly. But she"s horrible!"
This was too much, it seemed to Waterville; Nancy Beck was open to criticism, and he himself had declared she was a barbarian. Yet she wasn"t horrible. "It"s for your son to pity you. If he doesn"t how can you expect it of others?"
"Oh but he does!" And with a majesty that was more striking even than her logic his hostess moved to the door.
Waterville advanced to open it for her, and as she pa.s.sed out he said: "There"s one thing you can do-try to like her!"
She shot him a woeful glance. "That would be-worst of all!"
VIII
George Littlemore arrived in London on the twentieth of May, and one of the first things he did was to go and see Waterville at the Legation, where he mentioned that he had taken for the rest of the season a house at Queen Anne"s Gate, so that his sister and her husband, who, under the pressure of diminished rents, had let their own town residence, might come up and spend a couple of months with him.
"One of the consequences of your having a house will be that you"ll have to entertain the Texan belle," our young man said.
Littlemore sat there with his hands crossed on his stick; he looked at his friend with an eye that failed to kindle at the mention of this lady"s name. "Has she got into European society?" he rather languidly inquired.
"Very much, I should say. She has a house and a carriage and diamonds and everything handsome. She seems already to know a lot of people; they put her name in the _Morning Post_. She has come up very quickly; she"s almost famous. Every one"s asking about her-you"ll be plied with questions."
Littlemore listened gravely. "How did she get in?"
"She met a large party at Longlands and made them all think her great fun. They must have taken her up; she only wanted a start."
Her old friend rallied after a moment to the interest of this news, marking his full appreciation of it by a burst of laughter. "To think of Nancy Beck! The people here do beat the Dutch! There"s no one they won"t go after. They wouldn"t touch her in New York."
"Oh New York"s quite old-fashioned and rococo," said Waterville; and he announced to Littlemore that Lady Demesne was very eager for his arrival and wanted his aid to prevent her son"s bringing such a person into the family. Littlemore was apparently not alarmed at her ladyship"s projects, and intimated, in the manner of a man who thought them rather impertinent, that he could trust himself to keep out of her way. "It isn"t a proper marriage at any rate," the second secretary urged.
"Why not if he loves her?"
"Oh if that"s all you want!"-which seemed a degree of cynicism startling to his companion.
"Would you marry her yourself?"
"Certainly if I were in love with her."
"You took care not to be that."
"Yes, I did-and so Demesne had better have done. However, since he"s bitten-!" But Littlemore let the rest of his sentence too indifferently drop.
Waterville presently asked him how he would manage, in view of his sister"s advent, about asking Mrs. Headway to his house; and he replied that he would manage by simply not asking her. On this Waterville p.r.o.nounced him highly inconsistent; to which Littlemore rejoined that it was very possible. But he asked whether they couldn"t talk about something else than Mrs. Headway. He couldn"t enter into the young man"s interest in her-they were sure to have enough of her later without such impatience.
Waterville would have been sorry to give a false idea of his interest in the wonderful woman; he knew too well the feeling had definite limits.
He had been two or three times to see her, but it was a relief to be able to believe her quite independent of him. There had been no revival of those free retorts which had marked their stay at Longlands. She could dispense with a.s.sistance now; she knew herself in the current of success.
She pretended to be surprised at her good fortune, especially at its rapidity; but she was really surprised at nothing. She took things as they came and, being essentially a woman of action, wasted almost as little time in elation as she would have done in despondence. She talked a great deal about Lord Edward and Lady Margaret and such others of that "standing" as had shown a desire for her acquaintance; professing to measure perfectly the sources of a growing popularity. "They come to laugh at me," she said; "they come simply to get things to repeat. I can"t open my mouth but they burst into fits. It"s a settled thing that I"m a grand case of the American funny woman; if I make the least remark they begin to roar. I must express myself somehow; and indeed when I hold my tongue they think me funnier than ever. They repeat what I say to a great person, and a great person told some of them the other night that he wanted to hear me for himself. I"ll do for him what I do for the others; no better and no worse. I don"t know how I do it; I talk the only way I can. They tell me it isn"t so much the things I say as the way I say them. Well, they"re very easy to please. They don"t really care for me, you know-they don"t love me for myself and the way I want to be loved; it"s only to be able to repeat Mrs. Headway"s "last." Every one wants to have it first; it"s a regular race." When she found what was expected of her she undertook to supply the article in abundance-the poor little woman worked hard at the vernacular. If the taste of London lay that way she would do her best to gratify it; it was only a pity she hadn"t known before: she would have made more extensive preparations.
She had thought it a disadvantage of old to live in Arizona, in Dakotah, in the newly-admitted States; but now she saw that, as she phrased it to herself, this was the best thing that ever had happened to her. She tried to recover the weird things she had heard out there, and keenly regretted she hadn"t taken them down in writing; she drummed up the echoes of the Rocky Mountains and practised the intonations of the Pacific slope. When she saw her audience in convulsions she argued that this was success: she inferred that had she only come five years sooner she might have married a Duke. That would have been even a greater attraction for the London world than the actual proceedings of Sir Arthur Demesne, who, however, lived sufficiently in the eye of society to justify the rumour that there were bets about town as to the issue of his already protracted courtship. It was food for curiosity to see a young man of his pattern-one of the few "earnest" young men of the Tory side, with an income sufficient for tastes more vivid than those by which he was known-make up to a lady several years older than himself, whose fund of Texan slang was even larger than her stock of dollars. Mrs. Headway had got a good many new ideas since her arrival in London, but she had also not lost her grasp of several old ones. The chief of these-it was now a year old-was that Sir Arthur was the very most eligible and, shrewdly considered, taking one thing with another, most valuable young man in the world. There were of course a good many things he wasn"t. He wasn"t amusing; he wasn"t insinuating; he wasn"t of an absolutely irrepressible ardour. She believed he was constant, but he was certainly not eager. With these things, however, she could perfectly dispense; she had in particular quite outlived the need of being amused. She had had a very exciting life, and her vision of happiness at present was to be magnificently bored. The idea of complete and uncriticised respectability filled her soul with satisfaction; her imagination prostrated itself in the presence of this virtue. She was aware she had achieved it but ill in her own person; but she could now at least connect herself with it by sacred ties. She could prove in that way what was her deepest feeling. This was a religious appreciation of Sir Arthur"s great quality-his smooth and rounded, his blooming lily-like exemption from social flaws.
She was at home when Littlemore went to see her and surrounded by several visitors to whom she was giving a late cup of tea and to whom she introduced her tall compatriot. He stayed till they dispersed, in spite of the manuvres of a gentleman who evidently desired to outlinger him, but who, whatever might have been his happy fortune on former visits, received on this occasion no encouragement from their hostess. He looked at Littlemore slowly, beginning with his boots and travelling up as if to discover the reason of so unexpected a preference, and then, with no salutation to him, left the pair face to face.
"I"m curious to see what you"ll do for me now you"ve got your sister with you," Mrs. Headway presently remarked, having heard of this circ.u.mstance from Rupert Waterville. "I realise you"ll have to do something, you know. I"m sorry for you, but I don"t see how you can get off. You might ask me to dine some day when she"s dining out. I"d come even then, I think, because I want to keep on the right side of you."
"I call that the wrong side," said Littlemore.
"Yes, I see. It"s your sister that"s on the right side. You"re in rather a bad fix, ain"t you? You"ve got to be "good" and mean, or you"ve got to be kind with a little courage. However, you take those things very quietly. There"s something in you that exasperates me. What does your sister think of me? Does she hate me?" Nancy persisted.
"She knows nothing about you."
"Have you told her nothing?"
"Never a word."
"Hasn"t she asked you? That shows how she hates me. She thinks I ain"t creditable to America. I know _that_ way of doing it. She wants to show people over here that, however they may be taken in by me, she knows much better. But she"ll have to ask you about me; she can"t go on for ever.
Then what"ll you say?"
"That you"re the biggest "draw" in Europe."
"Oh shucks!" she cried, out of her repertory.
"Haven"t you got into European society?"
"Maybe I have, maybe I haven"t. It"s too soon to see. I can"t tell this season. Every one says I"ve got to wait till next, to see if it"s the same. Sometimes they take you right up for a few weeks and then just drop you anywhere. You"ve got to make it a square thing somehow-to drive in a nail."
"You speak as if it were your coffin," said Littlemore.
"Well, it _is_ a kind of coffin. I"m burying my past!"
He winced at this-he was tired to death of her past. He changed the subject and turned her on to London, a topic as to which her freshness of view and now unpremeditated art of notation were really interesting, displayed as they were at the expense of most of her new acquaintances and of some of the most venerable features of the great city. He himself looked at England from the outside as much as it was possible to do; but in the midst of her familiar allusions to people and things known to her only since yesterday he was struck with the truth that she would never really be initiated. She buzzed over the surface of things like a fly on a window-pane. This surface immensely pleased her; she was flattered, encouraged, excited; she dropped her confident judgements as if she were scattering flowers, talked about her intentions, her prospects, her discoveries, her designs. But she had really learnt no more about English life than about the molecular theory. The words in which he had described her of old to Waterville came back to him: "_Elle ne doute de rien_!" Suddenly she jumped up; she was going out to dine and it was time to dress. "Before you leave I want you to promise me something,"