However, the next day Edith went with Madame Frabelle.
This was a strangely unsatisfactory visit. Edith knew his looks and every tone of his voice so well that she could see that Aylmer, unlike everybody else, was not in the least charmed with Madame Frabelle. She bored him; he saw nothing in her.
Madame Frabelle was still more disappointed. She had been told he was brilliant; he said nothing put commonplaces. He was supposed to be witty; he answered everything she said literally. He was said to be a man of encyclopaedic information; but when Madame Frabelle questioned him on such subjects his answers were dry and short; and when she tried to draw him out about the war, he changed the subject in a manner that was not very far from being positively rude.
Leaving them for a moment, Edith went to talk to Dulcie.
"How do you think he"s getting on?" she said.
"He"s getting well; gradually. He seems a little nervous the last day or so."
"Do you think he"s been seeing too many people?"
"He hasn"t seen more than the doctor has allowed. But, do you know, Mrs.
Ottley, I think it depends a great deal who the people are."
She waited a moment and then went on in a low voice:
"You do him more good than anyone. You see, he"s known you so long," she added gently, "and so intimately. It"s no strain--I mean he hasn"t got to make conversation."
"Yes, I see," said Edith.
"Mr. Ross hasn"t any near relations--no mother or sister. You seem to take their place--if you understand what I mean."
Edith thought it charmingly tactful of her to put it like that.
"I"m sure _you_ take their place," Edith said.
Dulcie looked down.
"Oh, of course, he hasn"t to make any effort with me. But then _I_ don"t amuse him, and he wants amus.e.m.e.nt, and change. It"s a great bore for a man like that--so active mentally, and in every way--to have to lie perfectly still, especially when he has no companion but me. I"m rather dull in some ways. Besides, I don"t know anything about the subjects he"s interested in."
"Don"t talk nonsense," said Edith, smiling. "I should imagine that just to look at you would be sufficient."
"Oh, Mrs. Ottley! How can you?"
She turned away as if rather pained than pleased at the compliment.
"I haven"t very high spirits," she said. "I"m not sure that I don"t sometimes depress him."
"On the contrary; I"m sure he wouldn"t like a breezy, restless person bouncing about the room and roaring with laughter," Edith said.
She smiled. "Perhaps not. But there might be something between. He will be able to go for a drive in a week or two. I wondered whether, perhaps, you could take him out?"
"Oh yes; I dare say that could be arranged."
"I have to go out all tomorrow afternoon. I wondered whether you would come and sit with him, Mrs. Ottley?"
"Certainly I will, if you like."
"Oh, please do! I know he"s worrying much more about his son than anybody thinks. You see, the boy"s really very young, and I"m not sure he"s strong."
"I suppose neither of them told the truth about their age," said Edith.
"It reminds one of the joke in _Punch_: "Where do you expect to go if you tell lies? To the front.""
Miss Clay gave a little laugh. Then she started. A bell was heard ringing rather loudly.
"I"ll tell him you"re coming tomorrow, then," she said.
They returned to Aylmer"s room.
He was looking a little sulky. He said as Edith came in:
"I thought you"d gone without saying good-bye. What on earth were you doing?"
"Only talking to Miss Clay," said Edith, sitting down by him. "How sweet she is."
"Charming," said Madame Frabelle. "Wonderfully pretty, too."
"She"s a good nurse," said Aylmer briefly. "She"s been awfully good to me. But I do hope I shan"t need her much longer." He spoke with unnecessary fervour.
"Oh, Mr Ross!" exclaimed Madame Frabelle. "I"m sure if I were a young man I should be very sorry when she had to leave me!"
"Possibly. However, you"re not a young man. Neither am I."
There was a moment"s silence. This was really an exceptional thing when Madame Frabelle was present. Edith could not recall one occasion when Eglantine had had nothing to say. Aylmer must have been excessively snubbing. Extraordinary I Wonder of wonders! He had actually silenced Madame Frabelle!
All Aylmer"s natural politeness and amiability returned when they rose to take their leave. He suddenly became cordial, cheery and charming.
Evidently he was so delighted the visitor was going that it quite raised his spirits. When they left he gave Edith a little reproachful look. He did not ask her to come again. He was afraid she would bring Madame Frabelle.
"Well, Edith, I thoroughly understand your husband"s hero-worship for that man," said Madame Frabelle (meaning she thoroughly misunderstood it). "I"ve been studying his character all this afternoon."
"Do tell me what you think of him!"
"Edith, I"m sorry to say it, but it"s a hard, cold, cruel nature."
"Is it really?"
"Mr Aylmer Ross doesn"t know what it is to feel emotion, sentiment, or tenderness. Principle he has, perhaps, and no doubt he thinks he has great self-control, but that"s only because he"s absolutely incapable of pa.s.sion of any kind."
Edith smiled.
"I see you"re amused at my being right again. It is an odd thing about me, I must own. I never make a mistake," said Madame Frabelle complacently.
As they walked home, she continued to discourse eloquently on the subject of Aylmer. She explained him almost entirely away.
There was nothing Madame Frabelle fancied herself more on than physiognomy. She pointed out to Edith how the brow showed a narrow mind, the mouth bitterness. (How extraordinarily bored Aylmer must have been to give that impression of all others, thought her listener.) And the eyes, particularly, gave away his chief characteristic, the thing that one missed most in his personality.