Twice already had he eloped with the Signora (and twice again was he to repeat the operation, before I finally lost sight of him: to break oneself of habit is always difficult) and once by well-meaning friends had he been induced to return to home, if not to beauty. His wife, who was considerably older than himself, possessed, so he would inform me with tears in his eyes, every moral excellence that should attract mankind. Upon her goodness and virtue, her piety and conscientiousness he would descant to me by the half hour. His sincerity it was impossible to question. It was beyond doubt that he respected her, admired her, honoured her. She was a saint, an angel--a wretch, a villain such as he, was not fit to breathe the same pure air. To do him justice, it must be admitted he showed no particular desire to do so. As an aunt or grandmother, I believe he would have suffered her gladly. He had nothing to say against her, except that he found himself unable to live with her.
That she must have been a lady of exceptional merit one felt convinced.
The Signora, who had met her only once, and then under somewhat trying conditions, spoke her praises with equal enthusiasm. Had she, the Signora, enjoyed the advantage of meeting such a model earlier, she, the Signora, might have been a better woman. It seemed a pity the introduction could not have taken place sooner and under different circ.u.mstances. Could they both have adopted her as a sort of mutual mother-in-law, it would have given them, I am positive, the greatest satisfaction. On her occasional visits they would have vied with each other in showing her affectionate attention. For the deserted lady I tried to feel sorry, but could not avoid the reflection that it would have been better for all parties had she been less patient and forgiving. Her husband was evidently much more suited to the Signora.
Indeed, the relationship between these two was more a true marriage than one generally meets with. No pair of love-birds could have been more snug together. In their virtues and failings alike they fitted each other. When sober the immorality of their behaviour never troubled them; in fact, when sober nothing ever troubled them. They laughed, joked, played through life, two happy children. To be shocked at them was impossible. I tried it and failed.
But now and again there came an evening when they were not sober. It happened when funds were high. On such occasion the O"Kelly would return laden with bottles of a certain sweet champagne, of which they were both extremely fond; and a friend or two would be invited to share in the festivity. Whether any exceptional quality resided in this particular brand of champagne I am not prepared to argue; my own personal experience of it has prompted me to avoid it for the rest of my life.
Its effect upon them was certainly unique. Instead of intoxicating them, it sobered them: there is no other way of explaining it. With the third or fourth gla.s.s they began to take serious views of life. Before the end of the second bottle they would be staring at each other, appalled at contemplation of their own transgression. The Signora, the tears streaming down her pretty face, would declare herself a wicked, wicked woman; she had dragged down into shame the most blameless, the most virtuous of men. Emptying her gla.s.s, she would bury her face in her hands, and with her elbows on her knees, in an agony of remorse, sit rocking to and fro. The O"Kelly, throwing himself at her feet, would pa.s.sionately abjure her to "look up." She had, it appeared, got hold of the thing at the wrong end; it was he who had dragged her down.
At this point metaphor would become confused. Each had been dragged down by the other one and ruined; also each one was the other one"s good angel. All that was commendable in the Signora, she owed to the O"Kelly.
Whatever was not discreditable about the O"Kelly was in the nature of a loan from the Signora. With the help of more champagne the right course would grow plain to them. She would go back broken-hearted but repentant to the tight-rope; he would return a better but a blighted man to Mrs. O"Kelly and the Western Circuit. This would be their last evening together on earth. A fresh bottle would be broached, and the guest or guests called upon to a.s.sist in the ceremony of renunciation; gla.s.ses full to the brim this time.
So much tragedy did they continue to instil into the scene that on the first occasion of my witnessing it I was unable to refrain from mingling my tears with theirs. As, however, the next morning they had forgotten all about it, and as nothing came of it, nor of several subsequent repet.i.tions, I should have believed a separation between them impossible but that even while I was an inmate of the house the thing actually happened.
It came about in this wise. His friends, having discovered him, had pointed out to him again his duty. The Signora--a really excellent little woman so far as intention was concerned--had seconded their endeavours, with the result that on a certain evening in autumn we of the house a.s.sembled all of us on the first floor to support them on the occasion of their final--so we all deemed it then--leave-taking. For eleven o"clock two four-wheeled cabs had been ordered, one to transport the O"Kelly with his belongings to Hampstead and respectability; in the other the Signora would journey sorrowfully to the Tower Basin, there to join a circus company sailing for the Continent.
I knocked at the door some quarter of an hour before the appointed hour of the party. I fancy the idea had originated with the Signora.
"Dear Willie has something to say to you," she had informed me that morning on the stairs. "He has taken a sincere liking to you, and it is something very important."
They were sitting one each side the fireplace, looking very serious; a bottle of the sobering champagne stood upon the table. The Signora rose and kissed me gravely on the brow; the O"Kelly laid both hands upon my shoulders, and sat me down on a chair between them.
"Mr. Kelver," said the Signora, "you are very young."
I hinted--it was one of those rare occasions upon which gallantry can be combined with truth--that I found myself in company.
The Signora smiled sadly, and shook her head.
"Age," said the O"Kelly, "is a matter of feeling. Kelver, may ye never be as old as I am feeling now."
"As _we_ are feeling," corrected the Signora. "Kelver," said the O"Kelly, pouring out a third gla.s.s of champagne, "we want ye to promise us something."
"It will make us both happier," added the Signora.
"That ye will take warning," continued the O"Kelly, "by our wretched example. Paul, in this world there is only one path to possible happiness. The path of strict--" he paused.
"Propriety," suggested the Signora.
"Of strict propriety," agreed the O"Kelly. "Deviate from it," continued the O"Kelly, impressively, "and what is the result?"
"Unutterable misery," supplied the Signora.
"Ye think we two have been happy here together," said the O"Kelly.
I replied that such was the conclusion to which observation had directed me.
"We tried to appear so," explained the Signora; "it was merely on the outside. In reality all the time we hated each other. Tell him, Willie, dear, how we have hated each other."
"It is impossible," said the O"Kelly, finishing and putting down his gla.s.s, "to give ye any idea, Kelver, how we have hated each other."
"How we have quarrelled!" said the Signora. "Tell him, dear, how we have quarrelled."
"All day long and half the night," concluded the O"Kelly.
"Fought," added the Signora. "You see, Mr. Kelver, people in--in our position always do. If it had been otherwise, if--if everything had been proper, then of course we should have loved each other. As it is, it has been a cat and dog existence. Hasn"t it been a cat and dog existence, Willie?"
"It"s been just h.e.l.l upon earth," murmured the O"Kelly, with his eyes fixed gloomily upon the fire-stove ornament. Deadly in earnest though they both were, I could not repress a laugh, their excellent intention was so obvious. The Signora burst into tears.
"He doesn"t believe us," she wailed.
"Me dear," replied the O"Kelly, throwing up his part with promptness and satisfaction, "how could ye expect it? How could he believe that any man could look at ye and hate ye?"
"It"s all my fault," cried the little woman; "I am such a wicked creature. I cannot even be miserable when I am doing wrong. A decent woman in my place would have been wretched and unhappy, and made everybody about her wretched and unhappy, and so have set a good example and have been a warning. I don"t seem to have any conscience, and I do try." The poor little lady was sobbing her heart out.
When not shy I could be sensible, and of the O"Kelly and the Signora one could be no more shy than of a pair of robin redb.r.e.a.s.t.s. Besides, I was really fond of them; they had been very good to me.
"Dear Miss Beltoni," I answered, "I am going to take warning by you both."
She pressed my hand. "Oh, do, please do," she murmured. "We really have been miserable--now and then."
"I am never going to be content," I a.s.sured her, "until I find a lady as charming and as amiable as you, and if ever I get her I"ll take good care never to run any risk of losing her."
It sounded well and pleased us all. The O"Kelly shook me warmly by the hand, and this time spoke his real feelings.
"Me boy," he said, "all women are good--for somebody. But the woman that is good for yerself is better for ye than a better woman who"s the best for somebody else. Ye understand?"
I said I did.
At eight o"clock precisely Mrs. Peedles arrived--as Flora MacDonald, in green velvet jacket and twelve to fifteen inches of plaid stocking. As a topic fitting the occasion we discussed the absent Mr. Peedles and the subject of deserted wives in general.
"A fine-looking man," allowed Mrs. Peedles, "but weak--weak as water."
The Signora agreed that unfortunately there did exist such men: "twas pitiful but true.
"My dear," continued Mrs. Peedles, "she wasn"t even a lady."
The Signora expressed astonishment at the deterioration in Mr. Peedles"
taste thus implied.
"I won"t go so far as to say we never had a difference," continued Mrs.
Peedles, whose object appeared to be an impartial statement of the whole case. "There may have been incompatability of temperament, as they say.
Myself, I have always been of a playful disposition--frivolous, some might call me."
The Signora protested; the O"Kelly declined to listen to such aspersion on her character even from Mrs. Peedles herself.
Mrs. Peedles, thus corrected, allowed that maybe frivolous was too sweeping an accusation: say sportive.
"But a good wife to him I always was," a.s.serted Mrs. Peedles, with a fine sense of justice; "never flighty, like some of them. I challenge any one to accuse me of having been flighty."