"I hope he didn"t bore you," she said, when the door closed behind him. "Of course it"s a nuisance sometimes, but I feel it"s only right to give people any information I can about Charlie.
There"s a certain responsibility about having been the wife of a genius."
She looked at me with those pleasant eyes of hers, which had remained as candid and as sympathetic as they had been more than twenty years before. I wondered if she was making a fool of me.
"Of course you"ve given up your business," I said.
"Oh, yes," she answered airily. "I ran it more by way of a hobby than for any other reason, and my children persuaded me to sell it. They thought I was overtaxing my strength."
I saw that Mrs. Strickland had forgotten that she had ever done anything so disgraceful as to work for her living.
She had the true instinct of the nice woman that it is only really decent for her to live on other people"s money.
"They"re here now," she said. "I thought they"d, like to hear what you had to say about their father. You remember Robert, don"t you? I"m glad to say he"s been recommended for the Military Cross."
She went to the door and called them. There entered a tall man in khaki, with the parson"s collar, handsome in a somewhat heavy fashion, but with the frank eyes that I remembered in him as a boy. He was followed by his sister. She must have been the same age as was her mother when first I knew her, and she was very like her. She too gave one the impression that as a girl she must have been prettier than indeed she was.
"I suppose you don"t remember them in the least," said Mrs. Strickland, proud and smiling. "My daughter is now Mrs. Ronaldson. Her husband"s a Major in the Gunners."
"He"s by way of being a pukka soldier, you know," said Mrs. Ronaldson gaily. "That"s why he"s only a Major."
I remembered my antic.i.p.ation long ago that she would marry a soldier.
It was inevitable. She had all the graces of the soldier"s wife.
She was civil and affable, but she could hardly conceal her intimate conviction that she was not quite as others were. Robert was breezy.
"It"s a bit of luck that I should be in London when you turned up," he said. "I"ve only got three days" leave."
"He"s dying to get back," said his mother.
"Well, I don"t mind confessing it, I have a rattling good time at the front. I"ve made a lot of good pals. It"s a first-rate life.
Of course war"s terrible, and all that sort of thing; but it does bring out the best qualities in a man, there"s no denying that."
Then I told them what I had learned about Charles Strickland in Tahiti. I thought it unnecessary to say anything of Ata and her boy, but for the rest I was as accurate as I could be.
When I had narrated his lamentable death I ceased. For a minute or two we were all silent. Then Robert Strickland struck a match and lit a cigarette.
"The mills of G.o.d grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small,"
he said, somewhat impressively.
Mrs. Strickland and Mrs. Ronaldson looked down with a slightly pious expression which indicated, I felt sure, that they thought the quotation was from Holy Writ. Indeed, I was unconvinced that Robert Strickland did not share their illusion.
I do not know why I suddenly thought of Strickland"s son by Ata. They had told me he was a merry, light-hearted youth. I saw him, with my mind"s eye, on the schooner on which he worked, wearing nothing but a pair of dungarees; and at night, when the boat sailed along easily before a light breeze, and the sailors were gathered on the upper deck, while the captain and the supercargo lolled in deck-chairs, smoking their pipes, I saw him dance with another lad, dance wildly, to the wheezy music of the concertina.
Above was the blue sky, and the stars, and all about the desert of the Pacific Ocean.
A quotation from the Bible came to my lips, but I held my tongue, for I know that clergymen think it a little blasphemous when the laity poach upon their preserves. My Uncle Henry, for twenty-seven years Vicar of Whitstable, was on these occasions in the habit of saying that the devil could always quote scripture to his purpose. He remembered the days when you could get thirteen Royal Natives for a shilling.