He answered: "Mrs. Burman has definitely decided. In pity of us?--to be free herself?--who can say! She "s a woman with a conscience--of a kind: slow, but it brings her to the point at last. You know her, know her well. Fenellan has it from her lawyer--her lawyer! a Mr. Carting; a thoroughly trustworthy man--"
"Fenellan, as a reporter?"
"Thoroughly to be trusted on serious matters. I understand that Mrs.
Burman:--her health is awful: yes, yes; poor woman! poor woman! we feel for her:--she has come to perceive her duty to those she leaves behind.
Consider: she HAS used the rod. She must be tired out--if human. And she is. One remembers traits."
Victor sketched one or two of the traits allusively to the hearer acquainted with them. They received strong colouring from midday"s Old Veuve in his blood. His voice and words had a swing of conviction: they imparted vinousness to a heart athirst.
The histrionic self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another, who is again, though not ignorant of his character, tempted to swallow the nostrums which have made so gallant a man of him: his imperceptible sensible playing of the part, on a substratum of sincereness, induces fascinatingly to the like performance on our side, that we may be armed as he is for enjoying the coveted reality through the partial simulation of possessing it. And this is not a task to us when we have looked our actor in the face, and seen him bear the look, knowing that he is not intentionally untruthful; and when we incline to be captivated by his rare theatrical air of confidence; when it seems as an outside thought striking us, that he may not be altogether deceived in the present instance; when suddenly an expectation of the thing desired is born and swims in a credible featureless vagueness on a misty scene: and when we are being kissed and the blood is warmed. In fine, here as everywhere along our history, when the sensations are spirited up to drown the mind, we become drift-matter of tides, metal to magnets. And if we are women, who commonly allow the lead to men, getting it for themselves only by snaky cunning or desperate adventure, credulity--the continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair.
"But, Victor, I must ask," Nataly said: "you have it through Simeon Fenellan; you have not yourself received the letter from her lawyer?"
"My knowledge of what she would do near the grave--poor soul, yes! I shall soon be hearing."
"You do not, propose to enter this place until--until it is over?"
"We enter this place, my love, without any sort of ceremony. We live there independently, and we can we have quarters there for our friends.
Our one neighbour is London--there! And at Lakelands we are able to entertain London and wife;--our friends, in short; with some, what we have to call, satellites. You inspect the house and grounds to-morrow--sure to be fair. Put aside all but the pleasant recollections of Craye and Creckholt. We start on a different footing. Really nothing can be simpler. Keeping your town-house, you are now and then in residence at Lakelands, where you entertain your set, teach them to feel the charm of country life: we have everything about us; could have had our own milk and cream up to London the last two months. Was it very naughty?--I should have exploded my surprise! You will see, you will see to-morrow."
Nataly nodded, as required. "Good news from the mines?" she said.
He answered: "Dartrey is--yes, poor fellow! Dartrey is confident, from the yield of stones, that the value of our claim counts in a number of millions. The same with the gold. But gold-mines are lodgeings, not homes."
"Oh, Victor! if money...! But why did you say "poor fellow" of Dartrey Fenellan?"
"You know how he"s..."
"Yes, yes," she said hastily. "But has that woman been causing fresh anxiety?"
"And Natata"s chief hero on earth is not to be named a poor fellow,"
said he, after a negative of the head on a subject they neither of them liked to touch.
Then he remembered that Dartrey Fenellan was actually a lucky fellow; and he would have mentioned the circ.u.mstance confided to him by Simeon, but for a downright dread of renewing his painful fit of envy. He had also another, more distant, very faint idea, that it had better not be mentioned just yet, for a reason entirely undefined.
He consulted his watch. The maid had come in for the robeing of her mistress. Nataly"s mind had turned to the little country cottage which would have given her such great happiness. She raised her eyes to him; she could not check their filling; they were like a river carrying moonlight on the smooth roll of a fall.
He loved the eyes, disliked the water in them. With an impatient, "There, there!" and a smart affectionate look, he retired, thinking in our old satirical vein of the hopeless endeavour to satisfy a woman"s mind without the intrusion of hard material statements, facts. Even the best of women, even the most beautiful, and in their moments of supremest beauty, have this gross ravenousness for facts. You must not expect to appease them unless you administer solids. It would almost appear that man is exclusively imaginative and poetical; and that his mate, the fair, the graceful, the bewitching, with the sweetest and purest of natures, cannot help being something of a groveller.
Nataly had likewise her thoughts.
CHAPTER VII. BETWEEN A GENERAL MAN OF THIN WORLD AND A PROFESSIONAL.
Rather earlier in the afternoon of that day, Simeon Fenellan, thinking of the many things which are nothing, and so melancholy for lack of amus.e.m.e.nts properly to follow Old Veuve, that he could ask himself whether he had not done a deed of night, to be blinking at his fellow-men like an owl all mad for the reveller"s hoots and flights and mice and moony roundels behind his hypocritical judex air of moping composure, chanced on Mr. Carling, the solicitor, where Lincoln"s Inn pumps lawyers into Fleet Street through the drain-pipe of Chancery Lane.
He was in the state of the wine when a shake will rouse the sluggish sparkles to foam. Sight of Mrs. Burman"s legal adviser had instantly this effect upon him: his bubbling friendliness for Victor Radnor, and the desire of the voice in his bosom for ears to hear, combined like the rush of two waves together, upon which he may be figured as the boat: he caught at Mr. Carling"s hand more heartily than their acquaintanceship quite sanctioned; but his grasp and his look of overflowing were immediately privileged; Mr. Carling, enjoying this anecdotal gentleman"s conversation as he did, liked the warmth, and was flattered during the squeeze with a prospect of his wife and friends partaking of the fun from time to time.
"I was telling my wife yesterday your story of the lady contrabandist: I don"t think she has done laughing since," Mr. Calling said.
Fenellan fluted: "Ah?" He had scent, in the eulogy of a story grown flat as Election hats, of a good sort of man in the way of men, a step or two behind the man of the world. He expressed profound regret at not having heard the silvery ring of the lady"s laughter.
Carling genially conceived a real gratification to be conferred on his wife. "Perhaps you will some day honour us?"
"You spread gold-leaf over the days to come, sir."
"Now, if I might name the day?"
"You lump the gold and make it current coin;--says the blushing bride, who ought not to have delivered herself so boldly, but she had forgotten her bashful part and spoilt the scene, though, luckily for the damsel, her swain was a lover of nature, and finding her at full charge, named the very next day of the year, and held her to it, like the complimentary tyrant he was."
"To-morrow, then!" said Carling intrepidly, on a dash of enthusiasm, through a haggard thought of his wife and the cook and the netting of friends at short notice. He urged his eagerness to ask whether he might indeed have the satisfaction of naming to-morrow.
"With happiness," Fenellan responded.
Mrs. Carling was therefore in for it.
"To-morrow, half-past seven: as for company to meet you, we will do what we can. You go Westward?"
"To bed with the sun," said the reveller.
"Perhaps by Covent Garden? I must give orders there."
"Orders given in Covent Garden, paint a picture for bachelors of the domestic Paradise an angel must help them to enter! Ah, dear me! Is there anything on earth to compare with the pride of a virtuous life?"
"I was married at four and twenty," said Carling, as one taking up the expository second verse of a poem; plain facts, but weighty and necessary: "my wife was in her twentieth year: we have five children; two sons, three daughters, one married, with a baby. So we are grandfather and mother, and have never regretted the first step, I may say for both of us."
"Think of it! Good luck and sagacity joined hands overhead on the day you proposed to the lady: and I"d say, that all the credit is with her, but that it would seem to be at the expense of her s.e.x."
"She would be the last to wish it, I a.s.sure you."
"True of all good women! You encourage me, touching a matter of deep interest, not unknown to you. The lady"s warm heart will be with us.
Probably she sees Mrs. Burman?"
"Mrs. Burman Radnor receives no one."
A comic severity in the tone of the correction was deferentially accepted by Fenellan.
"Pardon. She flies her flag, with her captain wanting; and she has, queerly, the right. So, then, the worthy dame who receives no one, might be treated, it struck us, conversationally, as a respectable harbour-hulk, with more history than top-honours. But she has the indubitable legal right to fly them--to proclaim it; for it means little else."
"You would have her, if I follow you, divest herself of the name?"
"Pin me to no significations, if you please, O shrewdest of the legal sort! I have wit enough to escape you there. She is no doubt an estimable person."
"Well, she is; she is in her way a very good woman."
"Ah. You see, Mr. Carling, I cannot bring myself to rank her beside another lady, who has already claimed the t.i.tle of me; and you will forgive me if I say, that your word "good" has a look of being stuck upon the features we know of her, like a coquette"s naughty patch; or it"s a jewel of an eye in an ebony idol: though I"ve heard tell she performs her charities."
"I believe she gives away three parts of her income and that is large."