"I guess it depends more on the man, in your climate, doesn"t it?"
asked Potter. "But over here it"s sometimes a question of hours, for both sides. Why, a chum of mine went out to San Francisco on business which was going to keep him just one day. He met a girl at dinner, fell in love with her while she was eating her soup, and told her so before dessert came along. She vacillated over the ice cream, but said yes with the peaches and pears. Next day they got married and he brought her back East for a wedding trip."
"What did they do about the Banns?"
"Oh, Americans have done away with Banns since the Revolution, I guess.
When we fellows fall in love we"re in a hurry."
"Marry in haste, repent at leisure," I quoted primly.
"We don"t repent. We just get a divorce. It saves worry.
Incompatibility of the affections, or fatty degeneration of the temper, or something like that. But I don"t need to talk of such things to you.
n.o.body who got a prize-package like Lady Betty Bulkeley would part with it while he had a b.u.t.ton left on his coat."
"I don"t see what b.u.t.tons would have to do with it," I said, but as I had always been sent out of the room at home directly anyone began even to mention divorce, I thought I had better go upstairs and dress for dinner at Coney Island. Mr. Parker begged me not, but I would; and Vivace barked as if he were under the impression that he was a watch dog; so thanks to him I got away without trouble.
V
ABOUT WEST POINT AND PROPOSALS
I could hardly have supposed that there were as many people in the whole world put together, as at Coney Island; and most of them were in pairs, like the animals on their way to the ark. They all seemed to be engaged to each other, and delighted with each other"s society, or else married and dreadfully tired of it. Or else they had dyspepsia. Or else they had brought too many of their children; for they had droves of very small ones, who bellowed louder than any English children I ever saw, and tyrannised over their parents in the most unbridled way.
But Coney Island was fun, and I felt more than ever that I was dreaming; a long, long dream of sands, and huge hotels, and queer little booths.
For dinner we ate nothing but fish, of so many different kinds and some of them so strange, that I almost feared the dream might turn into a nightmare afterwards. I found the clams rather like olives; you hate the first, but when you have had three you feel you would like three dozen; and they are not at all easy to forget.
We went down Under the Sea, and were introduced to horrific monsters, sailed up and down on switchbacks, which made Mrs. Ess Kay ill, but she n.o.bly refused to desert me in such surroundings--a state of mind which made her chin look incredibly square. Eventually, after many adventures by the way, we arrived at the Moon, and not only got into the middle of it, but made acquaintance with the inhabitants, none of whom appeared to be over two feet high, or to have anything to speak of between their chins and their toes. After that experience, minstrel shows and concerts, and persons who told your fortunes with snakes, or ate gla.s.s, were rather an anticlimax; still, I enjoyed them all so much that I was incapable of extreme annoyance when we discovered that _The Evening Bat_ had an "impressionist sketch" of me which made me look like an elderly murderess.
We got back to New York almost indecently late, but in the meaner parts through which we had to pa.s.s on the way to our gorgeousness the streets swarmed with poor creatures, pallid with heat, evidently preparing to camp out of doors till morning. It was a strange and interesting sight, but made me feel guilty when I recalled it afterwards in my great cool bedroom, with my five different kinds of baths.
Next morning I was waked early to find more presents of flowers in huge stacks, and to get ready for West Point. I was a little tired from yesterday, and the dry heat gave me rather the sensation of being a scientist"s field mouse in a vacuum, so that I should have dreaded even a short journey if we hadn"t been making it by water.
It was even better than if we had been ordinary tourists on one of the big Hudson River boats I had heard about, for we were to travel luxuriously in a little steam yacht of Potter"s, which he calls "The Poached Egg" because it can"t be beaten. It is not a vulgar yacht, as one might have thought from the name, but a dainty thing that ought to have been "The b.u.t.terfly," "Ye White Ladye," or something of that sort.
When I said so, Mr. Parker insisted that he would at once re-christen her "Lady Betty," which would have a prettier meaning than anything else; and then I was sorry I"d spoken.
I had expected to be disappointed in the river, because nearly everybody I met on board ship tried to impress upon me that we had nothing half so good in England; while as for the Rhine, it wasn"t a patch on the Hudson. I even wanted to be disappointed, out of patriotism or spite, which are much the same thing sometimes; but I couldn"t. I found the Hudson too grand for petty jealousy. It seemed to me like a great, n.o.ble poem, rolling on and on in splendid cadences; and I have heard some music of Wagner"s that it reminded me of, somehow.
The hills or mountains--I"m not sure which to call them--even the Palisades which have been so dinned into my ears--were not high enough to satisfy me at a first glance; but soon I saw that it was their grouping and their perfect proportion in relation to each other which made them so exquisite. As we steamed on, along the green and golden flood, between banks that appeared to fall back in admiration, I began to love the Hudson so much that I could have shrieked with rage at the great staring advertis.e.m.e.nts on h.o.a.rdings. What can the scenery have done to Americans, that they should do their best to spoil it? No wonder most of them come over to see ours, which we have the sense to let alone, even if it crumbles.
Sally and Mr. Parker laughed at my fury, but I didn"t see how they could take it so calmly. "It isn"t my scenery, so I don"t trouble myself," said Potter, when I asked why he didn"t get up a secret night expedition to burn or chop down all the h.o.a.rdings. But I"m sure English people aren"t careless like that. Each person thinks the good of the whole country is _his_ business; at least one would suppose so by the way everybody who comes to Battlemead talks politics and affairs of public interest, morning, noon and night. It seems, though, in America only policemen and people who live in Washington care about politics really, except to get benefits for themselves; and it isn"t good form to be too much interested in such things.
Victoria would like this rule, for she has confessed to me that political questions bore her, and she would much rather be talked to about love or motoring, or even bridge; but she always reads the newspapers hard for fifteen minutes while Thompson does her hair, if she"s going out to a big lunch or dinner, so that she will be up in everything and able to talk brilliantly to members of Parliament, or stuffy old things in the House of Lords.
I calmed down somewhat after I"d recovered from the first shock of seeing several islands entirely devoted to insisting that Uneeda Biscuit, or a Cigar, or some other extraneous thing which you"re sure you _don"t_ need in the least, and wouldn"t buy even if you did when it had been forced on you like that. There was so much to admire that it seemed a shame to fret. Besides, it was soothing to sit on the yacht"s deck under a pale green awning, drinking what I call a lemon squash, and Potter and Sally obstinately believe to be lemonade. While Mrs. Ess Kay angrily read nasty paragraphs about herself, and hilariously about her friends, in a regular highwayman of a paper, _Smart Sayings_, Sally Woodburn told me charming legends of the Hudson; dear old Dutch things, most of them, which had been made into plays and poems; and I was sorry when we came to West Point at last.
But I wasn"t sorry for long. The minute we got on sh.o.r.e at a quaint little landing shoved incongruously in among beautiful wooded hills, the most exquisite scents of ferns and trees, and sweet, moist earth came hurrying down to welcome us. Eton is not more beautiful than West Point; and as we drove up the hill under an arbour of trees, I saw that the buildings cleverly contrived to look old and grey and picturesque, like ours. The elms in a big green square past the top of the hill had a venerable air, too, so they must have been precocious about growing, for it doesn"t stand to reason that West Point can be as ancient as Oxford or Eton. But anyway, the elms were there, making an effect that England couldn"t improve on, and there were some grey stone barracks, and a long line of officers" quarters built of wood and brick. I was glad that we were to stop with Potter, instead of going to an hotel, for I did want to see thoroughly what garrison life is like. Potter has only half a house, though I suppose he"s rich enough to buy up all West Point if it were for sale; but he had got a chum of his, who lives in the other half, to clear out of his part and give it to us for the day and night.
Vic has been to Aldershot, and even to Malta and Gib. But I never have, and I never saw any officers" quarters at home, so I don"t know how they compare with American ones. Potter"s and his friend"s are exactly like a doll"s house turned into a museum. The rooms are tiny, and most of the furniture is made to fold up; but Stan would be green with envy if he could see their Persian rugs, and their silver things, and their dozens of Meerschaums, and their curiosities from all over the world.
I asked Potter what he would do when he was ordered away.
"That depends on where I"m ordered," said he. "If I don"t like the place, I"ll resign, and be a mere cit. It would be easy to get back again into the Army if there were any fun going."
"What kind of fun?" I wanted to know.
"A war with somebody, of course," said he. Men have the most extraordinary ideas of fun. But they seem to be alike about that in England and America. They are never so happy as when they are killing something or in danger of being killed themselves. I can"t imagine how it would feel to be like that; but I know if they were different we should hate them. And Potter looked so nice in his soldier clothes (which he got into while we were making ourselves pretty for lunch) that I couldn"t help thinking it would be a pity for him to leave the army.
His friend was invited to lunch with us, to make up for sacrificing his house. He is nicer than Potter, or even Mr. Doremus; but not half so handsome or brave looking, or with such a charming voice as poor Jim Brett--who is not, I suppose, a gentleman except by nature; otherwise he couldn"t have been in the steerage.
I thought it was silly to have wire nettings in all the doors and windows, just to keep away a few innocent midges, until we sat out after lunch. There is a pleasant balcony with an upstairs and a downstairs, which Potter and Captain Collingwood call the "piazza," and it would have been delightful sitting there while the men smoked, if appalling little animals with a ridiculous number of thin, stick-out legs hadn"t come buzzing round us. They were saucy-looking things, got up in loud suits of black and grey stripes, not in the least like our quiet, respectable midges at home; and they weren"t even honourable enough to wait until sunset before attacking you. They p.r.i.c.ked horribly, like pins your maid has stuck in the wrong places; and they had a horrid _penchant_ for your ankles. I _was_ sorry I had on clocked stockings! And I apologised heartily to Potter for poking fun at his wire nettings.
Though it was so hot, the air was delicious. It smelt of new-mown gra.s.s and lilies, with a sharp little spicy tang of the thick Virginia creepers, which made a shadowy green room of the "piazza." Birds were simply roaring with joy in the trees that overhung the house, and Potter and I almost quarrelled because he would insist that some huge creatures hopping about on the gra.s.s were robins. They would have made three of ours, and were much more like quails that had spilt strawberry juice on their b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
By and by Captain Collingwood asked if "Lady Betty didn"t want to go and see things."
"She"s booked to me for Flirtation Walk," said Potter, before I could answer. "Three"s a crowd there, old chap." On which I regret to state Captain Collingwood suggested that Potter should teach his own grandmother something about nourishing herself with an egg diet.
"Anyhow, I suppose you don"t object to a rearguard for inspection of camp, and other features of public interest," he went on; and after some hesitation Potter decided that this would be admissible.
Mrs. Ess Kay and Sally both wanted to lie down (it"s strange the fondness American women have for putting themselves in a horizontal position in the daytime!) so Mrs. Ess Kay said that she would commission her brother as chaperon; I needn"t be anxious, she a.s.sured me, it was quite _comme il faut_. As if I would have worried about a thing like that!
I was delighted to go, because the most interesting groups had been pa.s.sing the house, and it was difficult to see all you wanted to through the veil of creepers, without continually craning your neck.
Tall, brown-faced boys, got up much like glorified b.u.t.tons, were sauntering about, holding sunshades over the heads of girls so young that they would have been in short frocks with their hair down their backs, in England. The girls were in white muslin or pale colours, with charming, floppy Leghorn hats trimmed with flowers; and they looked like the daintiest, prettiest of French dolls. But I was a great deal more interested in the youths, who were the cadets--first cla.s.smen, Potter said, and would be second lieutenants next year.
I never could take much interest in Eton boys, the few I have seen, for they look such children that one would be positively ashamed to bother with them; but the West Point cadets (though one couldn"t exactly take them seriously like regularly grown-up men, perhaps), fascinated me from the very first glance through Potter"s Virginia creeper. They looked as if they thought a lot of themselves, and the girls they were with had the air of encouraging them to think it. I wondered what kind of things they said to girls and secretly longed to find out.
It seems that in summer the cadets leave their barracks and go into camp, which is a time of year that the girls who visit West Point and those whose fathers are stationed there, like very much. We had a glimpse of the tents from the long street of the officers" quarters; and after we had visited a few technical things in which I was too polite to show that I was hardly interested, we strolled over to where we could see the little white pyramids gleaming under the Stars and Stripes.
I had been afraid that all the cadets would have gone away to Flirtation Walk, with girls, but to my joy there were plenty left in camp. On chairs under the trees near by two or three ladies were sitting with some white-b.u.t.terfly girls; and a crowd of cadets were talking to them.
"There"s a great pal of mine, Mrs. Laurence," said Captain Collingwood.
"She would love to know you, Lady Betty. Do you mind if I introduce you to each other?"
"See here, that means we shall be hitched up with all that lot of cadets," Potter objected, quite crossly. "What"s the good of wasting time?"
I hurried to say that I shouldn"t consider it a waste of time, that I should be delighted to meet Mrs. Laurence, and also a few sample cadets, if any could be provided for the consumption of an enquiring British tourist.
Captain Collingwood thought that one or two might be found who would not object to the sacrifice; and five minutes later I was having more fun than I had ever had before in my life.
Mrs. Laurence was sweet, and so tactful. She scarcely talked to me at all, except to ask me how I liked America, and a few of the things people are obliged to get off their minds when they meet a foreigner; and then she introduced five cadets.
I was terrified for a minute, because until I left home my whole (youthful) male experience consisted of one brother, three cousins, and two curates, dealt with separately and with long sleepy intervals between. I began to wonder how I could possibly manage five tall youths at once, and to rack my brains for the right kind of conversation; but before I should have had time to say "knife" to a curate, I found myself chatting away with those cadets as if I had grown up with them.
I never once stopped to think what I should say next, and neither did they.
Some girls were introduced to me, too, but luckily they didn"t seem to expect me to talk to them much, so I didn"t. More and more cadets kept coming over from camp, and joining our group, and being introduced in agreeable droves, until I gave up even trying to remember their names.