SIR WILLIAM (with great violence, seizing my hands): "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"MARGY" (with a sweet smile): "I"m afraid, Sir William, you are changing your mind and, instead of leaning on my advice, you begin to suspect it."
SIR WILLIAM (very loud and beside himself with rage): "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"MARGY" (coolly, putting her hand on his): "I can"t think why you are so excited! If I told you that I had said, "Give it all up, my dear, and don"t vex your aged father," what would you say?"
SIR WILLIAM (getting up and flinging my hand away from him): "Hoots! You"re a liar!"
"MARGY": "No, I"m not, Sir William; but, when I see people listening at doors, I give them a run for their money."
I had another vicarious proposal. One night, dining with the Bischoffheims, I was introduced for the first time to Baron Hirsch, an Austrian who lived in Paris. He took me in to dinner and a young man whom I had met out hunting sat on the other side of me.
I was listening impressively to the latter, holding my champagne in my hand, when the footman in serving one of the dishes b.u.mped my gla.s.s against my chest and all its contents went down the front of my ball-dress. I felt iced to the bone; but, as I was thin, I prayed profoundly that my pink bodice would escape being marked. I continued in the same position, holding my empty gla.s.s in my hand as if nothing had happened, hoping that no one had observed me and trying to appear interested in the young man"s description of the awful dangers he had run when finding himself alone with hounds.
A few minutes later Baron Hirsch turned to me and said:
"Aren"t you very cold?"
I said that I was, but that it did not matter; what I really minded was spoiling my dress and, as I was not a kangaroo, I feared the worst. After this we entered into conversation and he told me among other things that, when he had been pilled for a sporting club in Paris, he had revenged himself by buying the club and the site upon which it was built, to which I observed:
"You must be very rich."
He asked me where I had lived and seemed surprised that I had never heard of him.
The next time we met each other was in Paris. I lunched with him and his wife and he gave me his opera box and mounted me in the Bois de Boulogne.
One day he invited me to dine with him tete-a-tete at the Cafe Anglais and, as my father and mother were out, I accepted. I felt a certain curiosity about this invitation, because my host in his letter had given me the choice of several other dates in the event of my being engaged that night. When I arrived at the Cafe Anglais Baron Hirsch took off my cloak and conducted me into a private room. He reminded me of our first meeting, said that he had been much struck by my self-control over the iced champagne and went on to ask if I knew why he had invited me to dine with him. I said:
"I have not the slightest idea!"
BARON HIRSCH: "Because I want you to marry my son, Lucien. He is quite unlike me, he is very respectable and hates money; he likes books and collects ma.n.u.scripts and other things, and is highly educated."
MARGOT: "Your son is the man with the beard, who wears gla.s.ses and collects coins, isn"t he?"
BARON HIRSCH (thinking my description rather dreary): "Quite so!
You talked to him the other day at our house. But he has a charming disposition and has been a good son; and I am quite sure that, if you would take a little trouble, he would be devoted to you and make you an excellent husband: he does not like society, or racing, or any of the things that I care for."
MARGOT: "Poor man! I don"t suppose he would even care much for me!
I hate coins!"
BARON HIRSCH: "Oh, but you would widen his interests! He is shy and I want him to make a good marriage; and above all he must marry an Englishwoman."
MARGOT: "Has he ever been in love?"
BARON HIRSCH: "No, he has never been in love; but a lot of women make up to him and I don"t want him to be married for his money by some designing girl."
MARGOT: "Over here I suppose that sort of thing might happen; I don"t believe it would in England."
BARON HIRSCH: "How can you say such a thing to me? London society cares more for money than any other in the world, as I know to my cost! You may take it from me that a young man who will be as rich as Lucien can marry almost any girl he likes."
MARGOT: "I doubt it! English girls don"t marry for money!"
BARON HIRSCH: "Nonsense, my dear! They are like other people; it is only the young that can afford to despise money!"
MARGOT: "Then I hope that I shall be young for a very long time."
BARON HIRSCH (smiling): "I don"t think you will ever be disappointed in that hope; but surely you wouldn"t like to be a poor man"s wife and live in the suburbs? Just think what it would be if you could not hunt or ride in the Row in a beautiful habit or have wonderful dresses from Worth! You would hate to be dowdy and obscure!"
"That," I answered energetically, "could never happen to me."
BARON HIRSCH: "Why not?"
MARGOT: "Because I have too many friends."
BARON HIRSCH: "And enemies?"
MARGOT (thoughtfully): "Perhaps. ...I don"t know about that. I never notice whether people dislike me or not. After all, you took a fancy to me the first time we met; why should not other people do the same? Do you think I should not improve on acquaintance?"
BARON HIRSCH: "How can you doubt that, when I have just asked you to marry my son?"
MARGOT: "What other English girl is there that you would like for a daughter-in-law?"
BARON HIRSCH: "Lady Katie Lambton,[Footnote: The present d.u.c.h.ess of Leeds.] Durham"s sister."
MARGOT: "I don"t know her at all. Is she like me?"
BARON HIRSCH: "Not in the least; but you and she are the only girls I have met that I could wish my son to marry."
I longed to know what my rival was like, but all he could tell me was that she was lovely and clever and mignonne, to which I said:
"But she sounds exactly like me!"
This made him laugh:
"I don"t believe you know in the least what you are like," he said.
MARGOT: "You mean I have no idea how plain I am? But what an odd man you are! If I don"t know what I"m like, I am sure you can"t!
How do you know that I am not just the sort of adventuress you dread most? I might marry your son and, so far from widening his interests, as you suggest, keep him busy with his coins while I went about everywhere, enjoying myself and spending all your money. In spite of what you say, some man might fall in love with me, you know! Some delightful, clever man. And then Lucien"s happiness would be over."
BARON HIRSCH: "I do not believe you would ever cheat your husband."
MARGOT: "You never can tell! Would Lady Katie Lambton many for money?"
BARON HIRSCH: "To be perfectly honest with you, I don"t think she would."
MARGOT: "There you are! I know heaps of girls who wouldn"t; anyhow, _I_ never would!"
BARON HIRSCH: "You are in love with some one else, perhaps, are you?"