"Reserved--obstinate-pig-headed!--call it what you like," said Madeleine. "But don"t imagine I"m asking you to interfere. I only want you to tell me, briefly and simply, what you know about him. And to make it easier for you, I"ll begin by telling you what I know.--It"s an old story, isn"t it, that Maurice once supplanted some one else in a certain young woman"s favour? Well, now I hear that he, in turn, is to be laid on the shelf.--Is that true, or isn"t it?"
"Really, Miss Madeleine!--that"s a very blunt way of putting it," said Dove uncomfortably.
"Oh, when a friend"s at stake, I can"t hum and haw," said Madeleine, who could never keep her temper with Dove for long. "I call a spade a spade, and rejoice to do it. What I ask you to tell me is, whether I"ve been correctly informed or not. Have you, too, heard Louise Dufrayer"s name coupled with that of a man called Herries?"
But Dove was stubborn. "As far as I"m concerned, Miss Madeleine, the truth is, I"ve hardly exchanged a word with Guest since spring. Into his ... friendship with Miss Dufrayer, I have never felt it my business to inquire. I believe--from hearsay--that he is much changed. And I feel convinced his PRUFUNG will be poor. Indeed, I"m not sure that he should not be warned off it altogether."
"Could that not be laid before him?"
"I should not care to undertake it."
There was nothing to be done with Dove; Madeleine felt that she was wasting her breath; and they walked across the broad centre of the ROSSPLATZ in silence.
"Do you never think," she said, after a time, "how it would simplify life, if we were able to get above it for a bit, and see things without prejudice?--Here"s a case now, where a little real fellowship and sympathy might work wonders. But no!--no interference!--that"s the chief and only consideration!"
It had stopped raining. Dove let down his umbrella, and carried it stiffly, at some distance from him, by reason of its dampness. "Believe me, Miss Madeleine," he said, as he emerged from beneath it. "Believe me, I make all allowance for your feelings, which do you credit. A woman"s way of looking at these things is, thank G.o.d, humaner than ours. But it"s a man"s duty not to let his feelings run away with him.
I agree with you, that it"s a shocking affair. But Guest went into it with his eyes open. And that he could do so--but there was always something a little ... a little peculiar about Guest."
"I suppose there was. One can only be thankful, I suppose, that he"s more or less of an exception--among his own countrymen, I mean, of course. Englishmen are not, as a rule, given to that kind of thing."
"Thank G.o.d they"re not!" said Dove with emotion.
"We"ll, our ways part here," said Madeleine, and halted. As she took her music from him, she asked: "By the way, when shall we be at liberty to congratulate you?"
It was not at all "by the way" to Dove. However, he only smiled; for he had grown wiser, and no longer wore his heart on his coat-sleeve. "You shall be one of the first to hear, Miss Madeleine, when the news is made public."
"Thanks greatly. Good-bye.--Oh, no, stop a moment!" cried Madeleine. It was more than she could bear to see him turn away thus, beaming with self-content. "Stop a moment. You won"t mind my telling you, I"m sure, that I"ve been disappointed with you this afternoon. For I"ve always thought of you as a saviour in the hour of need, don"t you know? One does indulge in these fancy pictures of one"s friends--a strong man, helping with tact and example. And here you go, toppling my picture over, without the least remorse.--Well, you know your own business best, I suppose, but it"s unkind of you, all the same, to destroy an illusion. One has few enough of them in this world.--Ta-ta!"
She laughed satirically, and turned on her heel, regardless of the effect of her words.
But Dove was not offended; on the contrary, he felt rather flattered.
He did not, of course, care in the least about what Madeleine called her illusions; but the mental portrait she had drawn of him corresponded exactly to that att.i.tude in which he was fondest of contemplating himself. For it could honestly be said that, hitherto, no one had ever applied to him for aid in vain: he was always ready, both with his time and with good advice. And the idea that, in the present instance, he was being untrue to himself, in other words, that he was letting an opportunity slip, ended by upsetting him altogether.
Until now, he had not regarded Maurice and Maurice"s doings from this point of view. By nature, Dove was opposed to excess of any kind; his was a clean, strong mind, which caused him instinctively to draw back from everything, in morals as in art, that pa.s.sed a certain limit.
Nothing on earth would have persuaded him to discuss his quondam friend"s backsliding with Madeleine Wade; he was impregnated with the belief that such matters were unfit for virtuous women"s ears, and he applied his conviction indiscriminately. Now, however, the notion of Maurice as a Poor erring sheep, waiting, as it were, to be saved--this idea was of undeniable attractiveness to Dove, and the more he revolved it, the more convinced he grew of its truth.
But he had reasons for hesitating. Having valiantly overcome his own disappointments, first in the case of Ephie, then of pretty Susie, he now, in his third suit, was on the brink of success. The object of his present attachment was a Scotch lady, no longer in her first youth, and several years older than himself but of striking appearance, vivacious manners, and, if report spoke true, considerable fortune. Her appearance in Leipzig was due to the sudden burst of energy which often inspires a woman of the Scotch nation when she feels her youth escaping her. Miss MacCallum, who was abroad nominally to acquire the language, was accompanied by her aged father and mother; and it was with these two old people that it behoved Dove to ingratiate himself; for, according to the patriarchal habits of their race, the former still guided and determined their daughter"s mode of life, as though she were thirteen instead of thirty. Dove was obliged to be of the utmost circ.u.mspection in his behaviour; for the old couple, uprooted violently from their native soil, lived in a mild but constant horror at the iniquity of foreign ways. They held the profession of music to be an unworthy one, and threw up their hands in dismay at the number of young people here complacently devoting themselves to such a frivolous object. It was necessary for Dove to prove to them that a student of music might yet be a man of untarnished principles and blame less honour. And he did not find the task a hard one; the whole bent of his mind was towards sobriety. He frequented the American church with his new friends on Sunday after noon; gave up skating on that day; went with the old gentleman to Motets and Pa.s.sions; and eschewed the opera.
But now, his ambition had been insidiously roused, and day by day it grew stronger. If only the affair with Maurice had not been of so unsavoury a nature! Did he, Dove, become seriously involved, it might be difficult to prove to judges so severe as his future parents-in-law, that he had acted out of pure goodness of heart. For, that he would be embroiled, in other words, that he would have success in his mission, there was no manner of doubt in his mind--a conviction he shared with the generality of mankind: that it is only necessary for an offender"s eyes to be opened to the enormity of his wrongdoing, for him to be reasonable and to renounce it.
While Dove hesitated thus, torn between his reputation on the one hand, his missionary zeal on the other; while he hesitated, an incident occurred, which acted as a kind of moral fingerpost. In the piano-cla.s.s, one day, just as Dove was about to leave the room, Schwarz asked him if he were not a friend of Herr Guest"s. The latter had been absent now from two lessons in succession. Was he ill? Did no one know what had happened to him? Dove made light of the friendship, but volunteered his services, and was bidden to make inquiries.
He went that afternoon.
Frau Krause looked a little gruffer than of old; and left him to find his own way to Maurice"s room. In accordance with the new state of things, Dove knocked ceremoniously at the door. While his knuckles still touched the wood, it was flung open, and he stood face to face with Maurice. For a moment the latter did not seem to recognise his visitor; he had evidently been expecting some one else.
Then he repaired his tardiness, ceased to hold the door, and Dove entered, apologising for his intrusion.
"Just a moment. I won"t detain you. As you were absent from the cla.s.s all last week, Schwarz asked to-day if you were ill, and I said I would step round and see."
"Very good of you, I"m sure. Sit down," said Maurice. His face changed as he spoke; a look of relief and, at the same time, of disappointment flitted across it.
"Thanks. If I am not disturbing you," answered Dove. As he said these words, he threw a glance, the significance of which might have been grasped by a babe, at the piano. It had plainly not been opened that day.
Maurice understood. "No, I was not practising," he said. "But I have to go out shortly," and he looked at his watch.
"Quite so. Very good. I won"t detain you," repeated Dove, and sat down on the proffered chair. "But not practising? My dear fellow, how is that? Are you so far forward already that it isn"t necessary? Or is it a fact that you are not feeling up to the mark?"
"Oh, I"m all right. I get my work over in the morning."
Now he, too, sat down, at the opposite side of the table. Clearing his throat, Dove gazed at the sinner before him. He began to see that his errand was not going to be an easy one; where no hint was taken, it was difficult to insert even the thinnest edge of the wedge. He resolved to use finesse; and, for several of the precious moments at his disposal, he talked, as if at random, of other things.
Maurice tapped the table. He kept his eyes fixed on Dove"s face, as though he were drinking in his companion"s solemn utterances. In reality, whole minutes pa.s.sed without his knowing what was said. At Dove"s knock, he had been certain that a message had come from Louise--at last. This was the night of the ball; and still she had given him no promise that she would not go. They had parted, the evening before, after a bitter quarrel; and he had left her, vowing that he would not return till she sent for him. He had waited the whole day, in vain, for a sign. What was Dove with his pompous twaddle to him? Every slight sound on the stairs or in the pa.s.sage meant more. He was listening, listening, without cessation.
When he came back to himself, he heard Dove droning on, like a machine that has been wound up and cannot stop.
"Now, I hope you won"t mind my saying so," were the next words that pierced his brain. "You must not be offended at my telling you; but you are hardly fulfilling the expectations we, your friends, you know, had formed of you. My dear fellow, you really must pull yourself together, or February will find you still unprepared."
Maurice went a shade paler; he was clear, now, as to the object of Dove"s visit. But he answered in an off-hand way. "Oh, there"s time enough yet."
"No. That"s a mistaken point of view, if I may say so," replied Dove in his blandest manner. "Time requires to be taken by the forelock, you know."
"Does it?" Maurice allowed the smile that was expected of him to cross his face.
"Most emphatically--And we fellow-students of yours are not the only people who have noticed a certain--what shall I say?--a certain abatement of energy on your part. Schwarz sees it, too--or I am much mistaken."
"What?--he, too?" said Maurice, and pretended a mild surprise. For some seconds now he had been mentally debating with himself whether he should not, there and then, show Dove the door. He decided against it.
A "d.a.m.n your interference!" meant plain-speaking, on both sides; it meant a bandying of words; and more expenditure of strength than he had to spare for Dove. Once more he drew out and consulted his watch.
"Unfortunately, yes," said Dove, ignoring the hint. "I a.s.sume it, from something he let drop this afternoon. Now, you know, your Mendelssohn ought to have been a brilliant piece of work--yes, the expression is not too strong. And it still must be. My dear Guest, what I came to say to you to-day--one, at any rate, of the reasons that brought me--was, that you must not allow your interest in what you are doing to flag at the eleventh hour."
Maurice laughed. "Oh, certainly not! Most awfully good of you to trouble."
"No trouble at all," Dove a.s.sured him. He flicked some dust from his trouser-knee before he spoke again. "I ... er ... that is, I had some talk the other day with Miss Wade."
"Indeed!" replied Maurice, and was now able accurately to gauge the motor origin of Dove"s appearance. "How is she? How is Madeleine?"
"She was speaking of you, Guest. She would, I think, like to see you."
"Yes. I"ve rather neglected her lately, I"m afraid.--But when there"s so much to do, you know ..."
"It"s a pity," said Dove, pa.s.sing over the last words, and nodding his head sagaciously. "She"s a staunch friend of yours, is Miss Madeleine.
I think it wouldn"t be too much to say, she was feeling a little hurt at your neglect of her."
"Really? I had no idea so many people took an interest in me."
"That is just where you are mistaken," said Dove warmly. "We all do.
And for that very reason, I said to myself, I will be spokesman for the rest: I"ll go to him and tell him he must pull through, and do himself credit--and Schwarz, too. We are so few this year, you know."