"You will hear to-morrow afternoon," Nataly said, seeing one paved way to the meaning--a too likely meaning... "He hasn"t been... nothing about Fredi, surely!"
"I have had no information."
"Impossible! Barmby has good sense; Bottesini can"t intend to come sc.r.a.ping on that string. But we won"t lose him; he"s one of us. Barmby counts for more at a Charity Concert than all the catalogue, and particularly in the country. But he"s an excellent fellow--eh?"
"That he is," Nataly agreed.
Victor despatched a cheerful curt consent to see Mr. Barmby privately on the late afternoon of the day to follow.
Nesta, returning home from the park at that hour of the interview, ignorant of Mr. Barmby"s purpose though she was, had her fires extinguished by the rolling roar of curfew along the hall-pa.s.sage, out of the library.
CHAPTER XVIII. SUITORS FOR THE HAND OF NESTA VICTORIA
When, upon the well-known quest, the delightful singer Orpheus took that downward way, coming in sight of old Cerberus centiceps, he astutely feigned inattention to the hostile appearances of the multiple beast, and with a wave of his plectrum over the responsive lyre, he at the stroke raised voice. This much you know. It may be communicated to you, that there was then beheld the most singular spectacle ever exhibited on the dizzy line of division between the living and the dead. For those unaccustomed musical tones in the last thin whiff of our sustaining air were so smartingly persuasive as to pierce to the vitals of the faithful Old Dog before his offended sentiments had leisure to rouse their heads against a beggar of a mortal. The terrible sugariness which poured into him worked like venom to cause an encounter and a wrestling: his battery of jaws expressed it. They gaped. At the same time, his eyeb.a.l.l.s gave up. All the Dog, that would have barked the breathing intruder an hundredfold back to earth, was one compulsory centurion yawn. Tears, issue of the frightful internal wedding of the dulcet and the sour (a ravishing rather of the latter by the former), rolled off his muzzles.
Now, if you are not for insisting that a magnificent simile shall be composed of exactly the like notes in another octave, you will catch the fine flavour of a.n.a.logy and be wafted in a beat of wings across the scene of the application of the Rev. Septimus Barmby to Mr. Victor Radnor, that he might enter the house in the guise of suitor for the hand of Nesta Victoria. It is the excelling merit of similes and metaphors to spring us to vault over gaps and thickets and dreary places. But, as with the visits of Immortals, we must be ready to receive them. Beware, moreover, of examining them too scrupulously: they have a trick of wearing to vapour if closely scanned. Let it be gratefully for their aid.
So far the comparison is absolute, that Mr. Barmby pa.s.sed: he was at liberty to pursue his quest.
Victor could not explain how he had been brought to grant it. He was at pains to conceal the bewilderment Mr. Barmby had cast on him, and make Nataly see the smallness of the grant:--both of them were unwilling to lose Barmby; there was not the slightest fear about Fredi, he said; and why should not poor Barmby have his chance with the others in the race!--and his Nataly knew that he hated to speak unkindly: he could cry the negative like a crack of thunder in the City. But such matters as these! and a man pleading merely for the right to see the girl!--and pleading in a tone... "I a.s.sure you, my love, he touched chords."
"Did he allude to advantages in the alliance with him?" Nataly asked smoothly.
"His pa.s.sion--nothing else. Candid enough. And he had a tone--he has a tone, you know. It "s not what he said. Some allusion to belief in a favourable opinion of him... encouragement... on the part of the mama.
She would have him travelling with us! I foresaw it."
"You were astonished when it came."
"We always are."
Victor taunted her softly with having encouraged Mr. Barmby.
She had thought in her heart--not seriously; on a sigh of despondency--that Mr. Barmby espousing the girl would smooth a troubled prospect: and a present resentment at her weakness rendered her shrewd to detect Victor"s cunning to cover his own: a thing imaginable of him previously in sentimental matters, yet never accurately and so legibly printed on her mind. It did not draw her to read him with a novel familiarity; it drew her to be more sensible of foregone intimations of the man he was--irresistible in attack, not impregnably defensive. Nor did he seem in this instance humanely considerate: if mademoiselle"s estimate of the mind of the girl was not wrong, then Mr. Barmby"s position would be both a ridiculous and a cruel one. She had some silly final idea that the poor man might now serve permanently to check the more dreaded applicant: a proof that her ordinary reflectiveness was blunted.
Nataly acknowledged, after rallying Victor for coming to have his weakness condoned, a justice in his counter-accusation, of a loss of her natural cheerfulness, and promised amendment, with a steely smile, that his lips mimicked fondly; and her smile softened. To strengthen the dear soul"s hopes, he spoke, as one who had received the latest information, of Dr. Themison and surgeons; little conscious of the tragic depths he struck or of the burden he gave her heart to bear. Her look alarmed him.
She seemed to be hugging herself up to the tingling scalp, and was in a moment marble to sight and touch. She looked like the old engravings of martyrs taking the bite of the jaws of flame at the stake.
He held her embraced, feeling her body as if it were in the awful grip of fingers from the outside of life.
The seizure was over before it could be called ominous. When it was once over, and she had smiled again and rebuked him for excessive anxiety, his apprehensions no longer troubled him, but subsided sensationally in wrath at the crippled woman who would not obey the dictate of her ailments instantly to perish and spare this dear one annoyance.
Subsequently, later than usual, he performed his usual mental penance for it. In consequence, the wrath, and the wish, and the penitence, haunted him, each swelling to possession of him in turn; until they united to head a plunge into retrospects; which led to his reviewing the army of charges against Mrs. Burman.
And of this he grew ashamed, attributing it to the morbid indulgence in reflection: a disease never afflicting him anterior to the stupid fall on London Bridge. He rubbed instinctively for the punctilio-b.u.mp, and could cheat his fancy to think a remainder of it there, just below, half an inch to the right of, the spot where a phrenologist, invited by Nataly in old days, had marked philo-progenitiveness on his capacious and enviable cerebrum. He knew well it was a fancy. But it was a fact also, that since the day of the fall (never, save in merest glimpses, before that day), he had taken to look behind him, as though an eye had been knocked in the back of his head.
Then, was that day of the announcement of Lakelands to Nataly, to be accounted a gloomy day? He would not have it so.
She was happily occupied with her purchases of furniture, Fredi with her singing lessons, and he with his business; a grasp of many ribands, reining-in or letting loose; always enjoyable in the act. Recently only had he known when at home, a relaxation, a positive pleasure in looking forward to the hours of the City office. This was odd, but so it was; and looking homeward from the City, he had a sense of disappointment when it was not Concert evening. The Cormyns, the Yatts, and Priscilla Graves, and Pempton, foolish fellow, and that bothering Barmby, and Peridon and Catkin, were the lineing of his nest. Well, and so they had been before Lakelands rose. What had induced!... he suddenly felt foreign to himself. The shrouded figure of his lost Idea on London Bridge went by.
A peep into the folds of the shroud was granted him:--Is it a truth, that if we are great owners of money, we are so swollen with a force not native to us, as to be precipitated into acts the downright contrary of our tastes?
He inquired it of his tastes, which have the bad habit of unmeasured phrasing when they are displeased, and so they yield no rational answer. Still he gave heed to violent extraneous harpings against money.
Epigrams of Colney"s; abuse of it and the owners of it by Socialist orators reported in some newspaper corner; had him by the ears.
They ceased in the presence of Lady Grace Halley, who entered his office to tell him she was leaving town for Whinfold, her husband"s family-seat, where the dear man lay in evil case. She signified her resignation to the decrees from above, saying generously:
"You look troubled, my friend. Any bad City news?"
"I look troubled?" Victor said laughing, and bethought him of what the trouble might be. "City news would not cause the look. Ah, yes;--I was talking in the street to a friend of mine on horseback the other day, and he kept noticing his horse"s queer starts. We spied half a dozen children in the gutter, at the tail of the horse, one of them plucking at a hair. "Please, sir, may I have a hair out of your horse"s tail?"
said the mite. We patted the poor horse that grew a tail for urchins to pluck at. Men come to the fathers about their girls. It"s my belief that mothers more easily say no. If they learn the word as maids, you"ll say!
However, there"s no fear about my girl. Fredi"s hard to snare. And what brings you Cityward?"
"I want to know whether I shall do right in selling out of the Tiddler mine."
"You have multiplied your investment by ten."
"If it had been thousands!"
"Clearly, you sell; always jump out of a mounted mine, unless you"re at the bottom of it."
"There are City-articles against the mine this morning--or I should have been on my way to Whinfold at this moment. The shares are lower."
"The merry boys are at work to bring your balloon to the ground, that you may quit it for them to ascend. Tiddler has enemies, like the best of mines: or they may be named lovers, if you like. And mines that have gone up, go down for a while before they rise again; it"s an affair of undulations; rocket mines are not so healthy. The stories are false, for the time. I had the latest from Dartrey Fenellan yesterday. He"s here next month; some time in August."
"He is married, is he not?"
"Was."
Victor"s brevity sounded oddly to Lady Grace.
"Is he not a soldier?" she said.
"Soldiers and parsons!" Victor interjected.
Now she saw. She understood the portent of Mr. Barmby"s hovering offer of the choice of songs, and the recent tremulousness of the welling Bethesda.
But she had come about her own business; and after remarking, that when there is a prize there must be compet.i.tion, or England will have to lower her flag, she declared her resolve to stick to Tiddler, exclaiming: "It"s only in mines that twenty times the stake is not a dream of the past!"
"The Riviera green field on the rock is always open to you," said Victor.
She put out her hand to be taken. "Not if you back me here. It really is not gambling when yours is the counsel I follow. And if I"m to be a widow, I shall have to lean on a friend, gifted like you. I love adventure, danger;--well, if we two are in it; just to see my captain in a storm. And if the worst happens, we go down together. It "s the detestation of our deadly humdrum of modern life; some inherited love of fighting."
"Say, brandy."
"Does not Mr. Durance accuse you of an addiction to the brandy novel?"