"That"s settled then," said I, as drily as I could with wet tears in the background. "And now, let"s go to bed, please. I"m sleepy."
I wasn"t; but my eyes were hot, and there was a lump in my throat. I was homesick--dreadfully homesick, for something--I don"t know what, but it seemed to be something I"ve never had yet and probably never can have. That is why I wanted to be alone, and write everything down exactly as it has happened.
II
ABOUT CROSSING THE WATER
Only ten days have pa.s.sed, but I feel as if they were a hundred, I have lived so much. I"ve heard people near me in deck-chairs saying that it"s been a "dull voyage," but whatever else it has been for _me,_ it hasn"t been dull.
In the first place, I"ve never been on the sea before, except crossing the Channel, which doesn"t count, of course. And now that I"ve been thrown with so many people--all sorts of people--I realise how few I have known in my life, so far. If I had about twice as many fingers and toes as I have, I believe I might tick off every human being I"ve ever met as actual acquaintances, outside my own relations.
I"ve lived always at dear, beautiful old Battlemead (it seems doubly beautiful as I think of it now, from far away); and till last year most of my time was spent in the schoolroom, or walking, or pottering about in a pony carriage with one of the governesses I used to drive to distraction. When we had house parties I was kept out of the way, as Mother said it spoiled young girls to be taken notice of, and I should have my fun later. When the others went up to town for the Season, as they often did, I was left behind, and though Battlemead is within five-and-twenty miles of London, I suppose I haven"t been there more than two dozen times in my life. When I did go, it was generally for a concert, or a matinee, and, of course, I enjoyed it immensely; but I don"t know that it taught me much about life. And the one time I was taken abroad we had nothing to do with anyone we met at hotels. Being on this big ship seemed at first exactly like being at a play when I had been brought in late, and found it difficult to know which were the leading actors, which the villains and villainesses, and what the plot was about.
Now, though, I"ve been through so many experiences, I feel as if I were _in_ the play myself, not watching it from outside.
Everything was very nice, though very strange, to begin with.
Dear old Stan came out of his sh.e.l.l and actually travelled all the way to Southampton to see me off, which was good of him, especially as Vic explained that he and Sally Woodburn had been thrown at each other"s heads, in vain.
He"d brought me a great box of sweets, a bunch of roses, and several magazines; and just as we were starting he slipped something small but fat into my hand.
"That"s to help you keep your end up, Kid, in case you"re imposed on,"
said he. "You _are_ only a kid, you know; but all the same, don"t let them treat you like one, and if you get the hump over there, just you cable me. I"ll see you through, and have you back again with your own sort, Mater or no Mater, hanged if I don"t."
Stan never made me such a long speech before, and after we sailed and I got time to look at the fat thing he"d put in my hand, I found it was a lot of goldpieces bundled up in two ten-pound notes. The gold made twelve sovereigns more, so Stan had given me altogether more than thirty pounds. All that money, with the twenty pounds Mother had told me to use only "when strictly necessary," made me feel a regular millionaire. I"ve never had a sixth part as much before, in my life.
Stan"s kindness was just like a cup of something warm and comforting when you"re tired and cold, so that I began to brighten up and feel happy.
I liked our suite, with two staterooms, a bath, and a dear little white-and-blue drawing-room, about as big as the old dolls" house I inherited from Vic. I was thankful to find I was to chum with Miss Woodburn, not Mrs. Ess Kay, for I _never_ could have stood that. It was fun finding places to hang up our things when they were unpacked, and Mrs. Ess Kay"s French maid, Louise, helped me get settled, paying me so many compliments on my hair, and my eyes and my complexion, that I grew quite confused; but perhaps that"s a habit in which American ladies encourage their maids.
"But the marvel that is Miladi"s hair! It is of the colour of gold, and with a natural curl. It will be so great a joy if I may dress it. And her complexion! It is beyond that of any English demoiselle I have seen, yet all the world knows they are the best on earth. With such eyes, no doubt Miladi can wear any colour; and she has the figure for which the make of corsets is of no import."
If it had been in English, I should have wanted to order her out of the room; but things like that don"t sound so objectionable in French.
Miss Woodburn"s, and especially Mrs. Ess Kay"s clothes looked so exquisite that I was mortified to have Louise unpack mine, though I have brought my smartest things, and Vic had two or three pretty blouses of hers altered in a great hurry, for me. Besides, Mother said my outfit was quite good enough for a young girl in England, and that I was not to let myself feel dissatisfied if in another country they chose to overdress.
Anyhow, I will say for Mrs. Ess Kay that she didn"t appear to be ashamed of me at first. On the contrary, she had a way of seeming to show me off, almost as if she thought I did her credit.
When we had unpacked, we three went to luncheon, and took the first seats which were vacant. But presently Mrs. Ess Kay sent for the chief steward or someone important. "I am Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox," said she, in a haughty voice, "and I have as my guest Lady Betty Bulkeley, daughter of the d.u.c.h.ess of Stanforth. You must give me three of the best seats at the Captain"s table."
I couldn"t help hearing, and my ears did tingle, but Miss Woodburn only smiled and looked down, with a funny twinkle under her eyelashes, which curl up so much that it always seems as if she were just going to laugh.
I thought, if I were the steward, I would give us the worst seats on the ship, to teach us not to be proud; but he didn"t do anything of the sort; he was as meek as a lamb, so I"m sure he can"t have any sense of humour. He said Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox might count on him, and she and her party should have places on the Captain"s right hand.
Mrs. Ess Kay was as bad with the deck steward. She found that he hadn"t put our chairs (which she had brought on board herself) in the right place, and she had him called up and made a great fuss. The cards of a Reverend Somebody, his wife and daughters, were on chairs in the position which she had made up her mind to have, exactly amidship and on the shady side.
"I must have my chairs changed and put here," she said. And then--oh, horror!--I"m certain I caught her repeating the formula she"d used at luncheon. "I am Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox, and I have as my guest, etc, etc." To be sure, she had walked off to a little distance with the deck-steward, where our chairs were, and I might have been mistaken; but two or three people who were standing near looked suddenly very hard at me, and I know I turned scarlet with annoyance, to be labelled in that way, as if I were a parcel marked "gla.s.s" and to be handled with care.
Afterwards, when I came to read the pa.s.senger-list, I found that there was n.o.body else on board with any sort of t.i.tle, not even an Honourable Anybody; otherwise, of course, Mrs. Ess Kay"s little manoeuvre (which I"m afraid must have been meant for sn.o.bbishness) wouldn"t have excited the slightest notice.
"Now," said Mrs. Ess Kay, when we were settled in our places, "I know a good many people on the ship, but most of them are n.o.bodies, and I do _not_ intend to be troubled with them, nor do I think that the d.u.c.h.ess would care to have me let Betty mix herself up with anybody and everybody. I shall do a great deal of weeding and select her acquaintances carefully."
"Betty," indeed! I"d never told her that she might call me Betty; and I hate having persons I don"t care for take hold of my name, without using a handle to touch it. It makes me feel as I did when I was a child, and Mother commanded me to let myself be kissed by unkissable and extraneous grown-ups.
Thank goodness, Vic and I have come into the world with something of poor Father"s sense of humour. My share often serves me as well as balm on a wound, or as a nice, dry, crackly little biscuit which you"re enchanted to find when you"re hungry, and thought you had nothing to eat; and I got a good deal of quiet comfort out of it during Mrs. Ess Kay"s "weeding" process, which otherwise would have done nothing but make me squirm.
When we had been on deck for a short time, a number of people came up to speak to Mrs. Ess Kay, and some to Miss Woodburn. The water was as smooth as the floor of a ballroom when it"s been well waxed for a dance, and there was no excuse for the most sensitive person to be ill; consequently the deck was something like a kaleidoscope, with all its moving groups of men and women, girls and children. Most of the best-looking and best-dressed ones were Americans, and a great many seemed to know each other. Some of them laughed a good deal, and talked in high voices, putting emphasis on prepositions, which Miss Mackinstry and the others would never let me do in writing compositions. Somehow, though, when these people spoke it sounded very nice and cordial, more so than it does when English people greet each other, though the voices weren"t so sweet--except a few that drawled in a pretty, Southern way, like Sally Woodburn"s.
I could tell which were the poor things that Mrs. Ess Kay wanted to weed out of her acquaintance-garden for next season, by the way she acted when they came to say "How do you do?" to her. She screwed up her eyes till they looked hard and sharp enough to go through you like a thin knife--(or more like a long, slender hatpin jabbing your head), and having waited an instant before returning their greeting, slowly answered; "Very well, thank you. Yes, I _am_ going home rather early.
I"m due at Newport as soon as possible"; then fingered her open book (which she hadn"t peeped into before) and made a little, just noticeable gesture with her lorgnette.
Then the poor people were too much crushed to stop and try to talk to Miss Woodburn, though she always looked at them sweetly, as if she would make up for her cousin being a dragon if she could.
By and by, somebody else would sail up, perhaps not half as nice to look at as the one who had gone. But lo, Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox would be suddenly transformed. She would smile, and hold out her hand. To their "How do you do?" she would respond "How do you do?" and though I don"t think she"s really much interested in anyone but herself, she would ask where they had been, what they had been doing, and how it happened they were going back so soon. The next thing, she would say to me: "Betty, dear, I should like you and Mrs. or Mr. So-and-So to know each other, as I hope you"ll meet again, while you"re staying with me. Lady Betty Bulkeley, etc., etc. I wonder if you have ever met her brother, the Duke of Stanforth, and her cousin, the Marquis of Loveland, over in London?"
Loveland would have had a fit if he could have heard her, for, of course, at home only the lower middle cla.s.ses and such people hurl a Marquis"s t.i.tle at his head in that fashion; but I suppose foreigners, unless they"ve been in England a long time, don"t know the difference.
When I got a chance, I asked Sally Woodburn how Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox made her distinctions in snubbing some people and preening herself to others.
"My deah," said Sally (I"m to call her "Sally" now; it"s been understood between us for some time), "my deah, you"re a poor, innocent child, and I reckon you"ve been brought up in darkness, without even so much as hearing of the Four Hundred."
"What are the Four Hundred? Are they a kind of Light Brigade, like the Six Hundred?" I asked. "Or is it a sort of governing body like--like the Council of Three?"
She laughed so much at this, with her charming, velvety laugh, that I grew quite nervous, for it"s embarra.s.sing to have said something funny when you"ve meant to be rather intelligent. But soon she took pity on me. "You perfect love," she said; "that"s really too sweet. It deserves to be put into _Life_, or something. And yet you"re not so far wrong, when one comes to think of it. The Four Hundred _is_ a kind of governing body; only I believe it"s really reduced to Two Hundred now.
They govern New York; and Newport; and Lennox; and Bar Harbour; and several other places which are considered very nice and important."
"Oh! Are they Republicans or Democrats?" I enquired, sure that I really was being intelligent at last, for I"d heard Stan say that, in America, the Republican party was rather like our Conservatives, and the Democrats like the Liberals; and I"d remembered because I believe I should be very much interested in politics if only I understood more about them. But Sally seemed to think that question funny, too.
"They can be either, my poor lamb," she exclaimed; "and they can be almost anything else they like, if only they"re just awfully, dreadfully rich, and can manage to sc.r.a.pe up a family crest. It used to be the crest that counted, with the man who invented the Four Hundred; but since his day, that idea has got buried under heaps and heaps of gold, and pearls and diamonds; especially pearls. In those places I was telling you about, you don"t exist unless you"re in the Four Hundred, which is now being sifted down to Two Hundred, and will probably be Seventy-five in a year or two. You may have the bluest blood in America in your veins; you may be simply _smeared_ with ancestors, but if you haven"t managed to push forward in a clever, indescribable way, neither they nor you will ever be noticed, and your grey hairs will go down to the grave in the Wrong Set. _Now_ do you understand why my cousin Katherine makes narrow eyes for some people, and broad smiles for others?"
"Ye-es, I suppose I do," I answered. "Only--we are quite different at home. I haven"t been about at all yet, but I know; because some things are in the air. How did Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox ever have the poor Wrong Setters for acquaintances, though?"
"Because (she"d kill me if she heard this) she has only lately got into the Right Set herself, and after trouble enough to give an ordinary woman nervous prostration. That kind of thing _does_ give it to a lot of women--especially if they fail. But Cousin Katherine very seldom fails. She almost always carries things through. If you knew anything about America in general, and New York in particular, you"d be able to realise what a hard time she"s had, when I tell you that till her husband died she lived west of Chicago. To get into the Four Hundred if you"ve lived west of Chicago, (unless you"re Californian, which is getting to be fashionable), is just like having to climb over one of those great, high walls of yours in England, bristling with nails or broken gla.s.s."
"My goodness!" I exclaimed. "How funny! Fancy if people who live in Surrey should glare at people who live in Devonshire."
"That"s different. You see, Chicago is _new_."
"But so is all America, isn"t it?" I asked, stupidly. "What difference can a hundred or so years make?"
"We haven"t begun to think in centuries yet, on our side of the water, my deah." (She has the most delicious way of saying "my deah," and all her "r"s" are soft like that; only it"s too much trouble to write them for n.o.body but myself to see.) "Anyhow, it _is_ so, between New York and Chicago people--that is, the people who count in Society with a big S: and it was a great triumph for my cousin to become the Three-Hundred-and-Ninety-Ninth in the Four Hundred. She did it by buying a Russian Prince."
"_Buying_ a----"
"Yes, love, he was going to the highest bidder, and she bought him.