"Who could doubt it?"
"Read the letter for yourself," said Bruce, suddenly taking it out of his pocket and giving it to her. "There, you see. "Dear Ottley,"
he says."
Here Bruce went to her side of the table and leant over her, reading the letter aloud to her over her shoulder, while she was reading it to herself.
""DEAR OTTLEY,--If you could look in tomorrow about half-past four, I should be very glad to see you. Yours sincerely, AYLMER ROSS." Fairly cordial, I think, isn"t it? Or not? Perhaps you think it cold. Would you call it a formal letter?"
Bruce took the letter out of her hand and read it over again to himself.
"Very nice, dear," said Edith.
"So I thought." He put it away with a triumphant air.
Edith was thinking that the writing was growing stronger. Aylmer must be better.
"I say, I hope it isn"t a sign he"s not so well, that he wants to see me. I don"t call it a good sign. He"s depressed. He thinks I"ll cheer him up."
"And I"m sure you will. Ah, here"s Madame Frabelle."
"I"m afraid I"m a little late," said their guest, with her amiable smile.
"Oh dear, no--not at all, not at all," said Bruce, who was really much annoyed at her unpunctuality. "Of course, if you"d been a minute later I shouldn"t have had the pleasure of seeing you at all before I went to the office--that"s all. And what does that matter? Good heavens, _that"s_ of no importance! Good gracious, this is Liberty Hall, I hope--isn"t it? I should be very sorry for my guests to feel tied in any way--bound to be down at any particular time. Will you have some coffee?
Edith, give Madame Frabelle a cup of coffee. Late? Oh dear, no; certainly not!" He gave a short, ironical laugh.
"Well, I think I"m generally fairly punctual," said Madame Frabelle, beginning her breakfast without appearing to feel this sarcasm. "What made me late this morning was that Archie and Dilly came into my room and asked me to settle a kind of dispute they were having."
"They regard you quite as a magistrate," said Edith. "But it was too bad of them to come and bother you so early."
"Oh no. Not at all. I a.s.sure you I enjoy it. And, besides, a boy with Archie"s musical talents is bound to have the artistic temperament, you know, and--well--of course, we all know what that leads to--excitement; and finally a quarrel sometimes."
"If he were really musical I should have thought he ought to be more harmonious," Edith said.
"Oh, by the way, Edith, did you consult Landi about him?" Bruce inquired. "You said you intended to."
"Oh yes, I did. Landi can see no sign of musical genius yet."
"Dear, dear!" said Bruce.
"Ah, but I am convinced he"s wrong. Wait a few years and you"ll find he"ll agree with me yet," said Madame Frabelle. "I"m not at all sure, either, that a composer like Landi is necessarily the right person to judge of youthful genius."
"Perhaps not. And yet you"d think he"d know a bit about it, too! I mean to say, they wouldn"t have made him a baronet if he didn"t understand his profession. Excuse my saying so, won"t you?"
"Not at all," she answered. "It doesn"t follow. I mean it doesn"t follow that he"s right about Archie. Did he try the boy"s voice?" she asked Edith.
"Very much."
"How?"
"Well, he asked Archie to sing a few notes."
"And did he?"
"Yes, he did. But they weren"t the notes Landi asked him to sing."
"Oh!"
"Then Landi played him two tunes, and found he didn"t know one from the other."
"Well, what of that?"
"Nothing at all. Except that it showed he had no ear, as well as no voice. That is all."
Madame Frabelle would never own she was beaten.
"Ah, well, well," she said, shaking her head in an oracular way. "You wait!"
"Certainly. I shall."
"By the way, I may be a little late for dinner tonight. I"m going to see an old friend who"s been wounded in the war," Bruce told Madame Frabelle proudly.
It had always been something of an ordeal to Edith when she knew that Aylmer and Bruce were alone together. It was a curious feeling, combined of loyalty to Bruce (she hated him to make himself ridiculous), loyalty to Aylmer, and an indescribable sense of being lowered in her own eyes.
When they seemed friendly together it pained her self-respect. Most women will understand the sensation. However, she knew it had to be, and would be glad when it was over.
CHAPTER XIII
The next evening Bruce came in, holding himself very straight, with a slightly military manner. When he saw his wife he just stopped himself from saluting.
"That"s a man!" he exclaimed. "That"s a splendid fellow."
Edith didn"t answer.
"You don"t appreciate him. In my opinion Aylmer Ross is a hero."
"I hope he"s better?"
"Better! He would say so, anyhow. Ah, he"s a wonderful chap!" Bruce hummed Tipperary below his breath.
Edith was surprised to find herself suffering no less mental discomfort and irritation while Bruce talked about Aylmer and praised him than she used to feel years ago. It seemed as if three years had pa.s.sed and altered nothing. She answered coldly. Bruce became more enthusiastic. He declared that she didn"t know how to value such a fine character.
"Women," he repeated, "don"t know a hero when they see one."
Evidently if Bruce had had his way Aylmer would have been covered with DSO"s and VC"s; nothing was good enough for him.
On the other hand, if Edith had praised Aylmer, Bruce would have been the first to _debiner_ his actions, undervalue his gifts, and crab him generally.
Edith was not one of those women, far more common than is supposed, who consider themselves aggrieved and injured when a discarded lover consoles himself with someone else. Nor was she one of the numerous people who will not throw away what they no longer want for fear someone else will pick it up. She had such a strong sympathy for Dulcie Clay that she had said to herself several times she would like to see her perfectly happy. Edith was convinced that the nurse adored her patient, but she was not at all sure that he returned the admiration. Edith herself had only seen him alone once, and on that occasion they had said hardly anything to each other. He had been constrained and she had been embarra.s.sed. The day that Arthur Coniston was there and they talked of pictures, Aylmer had given her, by a look, to understand that he would like to see her again alone, and she knew perfectly well, even without that, that he was longing for another _tete-a-tete_.