He paced up and down a little, with a quick, unsteady tread, and took a puff or two again at his cigar abstractedly. Then he held it thoughtfully between his fingers for a while and began to hum a few bars from his own new opera then in course of composition--a stately long-drawn air, it was something like the rustle of Hilda Tregellis"s satin train as she swept queenlike down the broad marble staircase of some great Elizabethan country palace. "And dear Lady Hilda too," he went on, musingly: "dear, kind, sympathising Lady Hilda. Who on earth would ever have thought she had it in her to comfort that poor, weeping, sorrowing girl as I just now saw her doing? Dear Lady Hilda! Kind Lady Hilda! I have undervalued you and overlooked you, because of the mere accident of your t.i.tled birth, but I could have kissed you myself, for pure grat.i.tude, that very minute, Hilda Tregellis, when I saw you stooping down and kissing that dear white forehead that looked so pale and womanly and beautiful. Yes, Hilda, I could have kissed you. I could have kissed your own grand, smooth, white marble forehead. And no very great trial of endurance, either, Arthur Berkeley, if it comes to that; for say what you will of her, she"s a beautiful, stately, queenlike woman indeed; and it somehow strikes me she"s a truer and better woman, too, than you have ever yet in your shallow superficiality imagined. Not like little Miss b.u.t.terfly! Oh, no, not like little Miss b.u.t.terfly! But still, there are keys and keys in music; and if every tune was pitched to the self-same key, even the tenderest, what a monotonous, dreary world it would be to live and sing in after all. Perhaps a man might make himself a little shrine not wholly without sweet savour of pure incense for beautiful, stately, queenlike Hilda Tregellis too! But no; I mustn"t think of it. I have no other duty or prospect in life possible as yet while dear little Miss b.u.t.terfly still remains practically unprovided for!"
CHAPTER x.x.xIV.
HOPE.
From Edie Le Breton"s lodgings, Hilda Tregellis drove straight, without stopping all the way, to Arthur Berkeley"s house at Chelsea; for Arthur had long since risen to the dignity of an enfranchised householder, and had bought himself a pretty cottage near the Embankment, with room enough for himself and the Progenitor, and even for any possible future domestic contingency in the way of wife and children. It was a very unconventional thing for her to do, no doubt; but Lady Hilda was certainly not the person to be deterred from doing anything she contemplated on the bare ground of its extreme unconventionally; and so far was she from objecting personally to her visit on this score, that before she rang the Berkeleys" bell she looked quietly at her little bijou watch, and said with a bland smile to the suspicious Mr. Jenkins, "Let me see, Jenkins; it"s one o"clock. I shall lunch with my friends here this morning; so you may take the carriage home now for my lady, and I shall cab it back, or come round by Metropolitan." Jenkins was too much accustomed to Lady Hilda"s unaccountable vagaries to express any surprise at her wildest resolutions, even if she had proposed to go home on a costermonger"s barrow; so he only touched his hat respectfully, in his marionette fashion, and drove away at once without further colloquy.
"Is Mr. Berkeley at home?" Hilda asked of the pretty servant girl who opened the door to her, mentally taking note at the same time that Arthur"s aesthetic tendencies evidently extended even to his human surroundings.
"Which Mr. Berkeley?" the girl asked in reply. "Mr. Berkeley senerer, "e"s at "ome, but Mr. Arthur, "e"s gone up this mornin"
to "Olloway."
Hilda seized with avidity upon this unexpected and almost providential opening. "No, is he?" she said, delighted. "Then I"ll go in and see Mr. Berkeley senior. No card, thank you: no name: tell him merely a lady would like to see him. I dare say Mr. Arthur"ll be back before long from Holloway."
The girl hesitated a moment as if in doubt, and surveyed Lady Hilda from head to foot. Hilda, whose eyes were still red from crying, couldn"t help laughing outright at the obvious cause of the girl"s hesitation. "Do as I tell you," she said in her imperious way. "Who on earth do you take me for, my good girl? That"s my card, see: but you needn"t give it to Mr. Berkeley senior. Now go and tell him at once that a lady is waiting to see him."
The innate respect of the English working cla.s.ses for the kind of n.o.bility that is supposed to be represented by the British peerage made the girl drop an instinctive curtsey as she looked at the card, and answer in a voice of hushed surprise, "Yes, my lady." She had heard Lady Hilda Tregellis spoken of more than once at her master"s table, and she knew, of course, that so great a personage as that could do no wrong. So she merely ushered her visitor at once into Arthur Berkeley"s beautiful little study, with its delicate grey pomegranate wall paper and its exquisite unpolished oak fittings, and said simply, in an overawed manner, "A lady wishes to speak to you, sir."
The old shoemaker looked up from the English translation of Ribot"s "Psychologie Anglaise Contemporaine," with whose intricacies he was manfully struggling, and rose with native politeness to welcome Hilda.
"Good morning," Hilda said, extending her hand to him with one of her beaming disarming smiles, and annihilating all that was most obtrusively democratic in him at once by her pleasant manner. "I"m a friend of your son"s, Mr. Berkeley, and I"ve come here to see him about very particular private business--in short, on an errand of charity. Will he be long gone, do you know?"
"Not very," the Progenitor answered, in a somewhat embarra.s.sed manner, surveying her curiously. "At least, I should think not.
He"s gone to Holloway for an hour or two, but I fancy he"ll be back for two o"clock luncheon, Miss----ur, I don"t think I caught your name, did I?"
"To Holloway," Hilda echoed, taking no notice of his suggested query. "Oh, then he"s gone to see the poor dear Le Bretons, of course. Why, that"s just what I wanted to see him about. If you"ll allow me then, I"ll just stop and have lunch with you."
"The d.i.c.kens you will," the Progenitor thought to himself in speechless astonishment. "That"s really awfully cool of you. However, I dare say it"s usual to invite oneself in the state of life that that boy Artie has gone and hoisted himself into, most unnaturally. A fine lady, no doubt, of their modern pattern; but in my day, up in Paddington, we should have called her a brazen hussey.--Certainly, if you will," he added aloud. "If you"ve come on any errand that will do any good to the Le Bretons, I"m sure my son"ll be delighted to see you. He"s greatly grieved at their unhappy condition."
"I"m afraid I"ve nothing much to suggest of any very practical sort," Hilda answered, with a slight sigh; "but at least I should like to talk with him about the matter. Something must be done for these two poor young people, you know, Mr. Berkeley. Something must really be done to help them."
"Then you"re interested in them, Miss--ur--ur--ah, yes--are you?"
"Look at my eyes," Hilda said plumply. "Are they very red, Mr.
Berkeley?"
"Well....ur...yes, if I may venture to say so to a lady," the old shoemaker answered hesitatingly, with unwonted gallantry. "I should say they were a trifle, ur, just a trifle roseate, you know."
"Quite so," Hilda went on, seriously. "That"s it. They"re red with crying. I"ve been crying like a baby all the morning with that poor, dear, sweet little angel of a Mrs. Le Breton."
"Then you"re a great friend of hers, I suppose," the Progenitor suggested mildly.
"Never set eyes on her in my life before this morning, on the contrary," Hilda continued in her garrulous fashion. "But, oh, Mr.
Berkeley, if you"d only seen that dear little woman, crying as if her heart would break, and telling me that dear Ernest was dying, actually dying; why--there--excuse me--I can"t help it, you know; we women are always crying about something or other, aren"t we?"
The old man laid his hand on hers quietly. "Don"t mind ME, my dear," he said with genuine tenderness. "Don"t mind me a bit; I"m only an old shoemaker, as I dare say you"ve heard before now; but I know you"ll be the better for crying--women always are--and tears shed on somebody else"s account are never thrown away, my dear, are they?"
Hilda took his hand between hers, and wiping her eyes once more whispered softly, "No, Mr. Berkeley, no; perhaps they"re not; but oh, they"re so useless; so very, very, very useless. Do you know, I never felt my own powerlessness and helplessness in all my life so much as I did at that dear, patient little Mrs. Le Breton"s this very morning. There I sat, knowing she was in dire need of money for her poor husband, and wanting sufficient food and drink, perhaps, for herself, and him, and the dear darling baby; and in my hand in my m.u.f.f I had my purse there with five tenners--Bank of England ten-pound notes, you know--fifty pounds altogether, rolled up inside it; and I would have given anything if only I could have pulled them out and made them a present to her then and there; and I couldn"t, you see: and, oh, Mr. Berkeley, isn"t it terrible to look at them? And then, before I left, poor Mr. Le Breton himself came in, and I was quite shocked to see him. I used to know him a few years ago, and even then he wasn"t what you"d call robust by any means; but now, oh, dear me, he does look so awfully ill and haggard and miserable that it quite made me break down again, and I cried about him before his very face; and the moment I got away, I said to the coachman, "Jenkins, drive straight off to the Embankment at Chelsea;" and here I am, you see, waiting to talk with your clever son about it; for, really, Mr. Berkeley, the poor Le Bretons haven"t got a single friend anywhere like your son Arthur."
And then Lady Hilda went on to praise Arthur"s music to the Progenitor, and to speak of how much admired he was everywhere, and to hint that so much genius and musical power must of course be largely hereditary. Whereat the old man, not unmoved by her gentle insinuating flattery, at last confessed to his own lifelong musical tastes, and even casually acknowledged that the motive for one or two of the minor songs in the famous operas was not entirely of Arthur"s own unaided invention. And so, from one subject to another, they pa.s.sed on so quickly, and hit it off with one another so exactly (for Hilda had a wonderful knack of leading up to everybody"s strong points), that long before lunch was ready, the Progenitor had been quite won over by the fascinations of the brazen hussey, and was prepared to admit that she was really a very nice, kind, tender-hearted, intelligent, appreciative, and discriminating young lady. True, she had not read Mill or Fawcett, and was ignorant of the very name of Herbert Spencer; but she had a vast admiration for his dear boy Artie, and she saw that he himself knew a thing or two in his own modest way, though he was only what the grand world she moved in would doubtless call an old superannuated journeyman shoemaker.
"Ah, yes, a shoemaker! so I"ve heard somewhere, I fancy," Lady Hilda remarked brightly, when for the third time in the course of their conversation he informed her with great dignity of the interesting fact; "how very delightful and charming that is, really, now isn"t it? So original, you know, to make shoes instead of going into some useless profession, especially when you"re such a great reader and student and thinker as you are--for I see you"re a philosopher and a psychologist already, Mr. Berkeley"--Hilda considered it rather a bold effort on her part to p.r.o.nounce the word "psychologist" at the very first trial without stumbling; but though she was a little doubtful about the exact p.r.o.nunciation of that fearful vocable, she felt quite at her ease about the fact at least, because she carefully noticed him lay down Ribot on the table beside him, name upward; "one can"t help finding that much out on a very short acquaintance, can one? Though, indeed, now I come to think of it, I believe I"ve heard often that men of your calling generally ARE very fond of reading, and are very philosophical, and clever, and political, and all that sort of thing; and they say that"s the reason, of course, why Northampton"s such an exceptionally intelligent const.i.tuency, and always returns such thoroughgoing able logical Radicals."
The old man"s eyes beamed, as she spoke, with inexpressible pride and pleasure. "I"m very glad indeed to hear you say so," he answered promptly with a complacent self-satisfied smile, "and I believe you"re right too, Miss, ur--ur--ur--quite so. The practice of shoemaking undoubtedly tends to develop a very high and exceptional level of general intelligence and logical power."
"I"m sure of it," Hilda answered demurely, in a tone of the deepest and sincerest conviction; "and when I heard somebody say somewhere, that your son was...--well, WAS your son, I said to myself at once, "Ah, well, there now, that quite accounts, of course, for young Mr. Berkeley"s very extraordinary and unusual abilities!""
"She"s really a most sensible, well-informed young woman, whoever she is," the Progenitor thought to himself silently; "and it"s certainly a pity that dear Artie couldn"t take a fancy to some nice, appreciative, kind-hearted, practical girl like that now, instead of wearing away all the best days of his life in useless regret for that poor slender, unsubstantial nonent.i.ty of a watery little Mrs. Le Breton."
By two o"clock lunch was ready, and just as it had been announced, Arthur Berkeley ran up the front steps, and let himself in with his proprietory latch-key. Turning straight into the dining-room, he was just in time to see his own father walking into lunch arm in arm with Lady Hilda Tregellis. As Mrs. Hallis had graphically expressed it, he felt as if you might have knocked him down with a feather! Was she absolutely ubiquitous, then, this pervasive Lady Hilda? and was he destined wherever he went to come upon her suddenly in the most unexpected and incomprehensible situations?
"Will you sit down here, my dear," the Progenitor was saying to Hilda at the exact moment he entered, "or would you prefer your back to the fire?"
Arthur Berkeley opened his eyes wide with unspeakable amazement.
"What, YOU here," he exclaimed, coming forward suddenly to shake hands with Hilda; "why, I saw you only a couple of hours since at the Le Bretons" at Holloway."
"You did!" Hilda cried with almost equal astonishment, "Why, how was that? I never saw YOU."
Arthur sighed quietly. "No," he answered, with a curious look at the Progenitor; "you were engaged when I opened the door, and I didn"t like to disturb you. You were--you were speaking with poor little Mrs. Le Breton. But I"m so much obliged to you for your kindness to them, Lady Hilda; so very much obliged to you for your great kindness to them."
It was the Progenitor"s turn now to start in surprise. "What! Lady Hilda!" he cried with a bewildered look. "Lady Hilda! Did I hear you say "Lady Hilda"? Is this Lady Hilda Tregellis, then, that I"ve heard you talk about so often, Artie?"
"Why, of course, Father. You didn"t know who it was, then, didn"t you? Lady Hilda, I"m afraid you"ve been stealing a march upon the poor unsuspecting hostile Progenitor."
"Not quite that, Mr. Berkeley," Hilda replied, laughing; "only after the very truculent character I had heard of your father as a regular red-hot militant Radical, I thought I"d better not send in my name to him at once for fear it might prejudice him against me before first acquaintance."
The Progenitor looked at her steadfastly from head to foot, standing before him there in her queenly beauty, as if she were some strange wild beast that he had been requested to inspect and report upon for a scientific purpose. "Lady Hilda Tregellis!" he said slowly and deliberately; "Lady Hilda Tregellis! So this is Lady Hilda Tregellis, is it? Well, all I can say is this, then, that as far as I can judge her, Lady Hilda Tregellis is a very sensible, modest, intelligent, well-conducted young woman, which is more than I could possibly have expected from a person of her unfortunate and distressing hereditary antecedents. But you know, my dear, it was a very mean trick of you to go and take an old man"s heart by guile and stratagem in that way!"
Hilda laughed a little uneasily. The Progenitor"s manner was perhaps a trifle too open and unconventional even for her. "It wasn"t for that I came, Mr. Berkeley," she said again with one of her sunny smiles, which brought the Progenitor metaphorically to her feet again, "but to talk over this matter of the poor Le Bretons with your son. Oh, Mr. Arthur, something must really be done to help them. I know you say there"s nothing to be done; but there must be; we must find it out; we must invent it; we must compel it. When I sat there this morning with that dear little woman and saw her breaking her full heart over her husband"s trouble, I said to myself, somehow, Hilda Tregellis, if you can"t find a way out of this, you"re not worth your salt in this world, and you"d better make haste and take a rapid through-ticket at once to the next, if there is one."
"Which is more than doubtful, really," the Progenitor muttered softly half under his breath; "which, as Strauss has conclusively shown, is certainly a good deal more than doubtful."
Arthur took no notice of the interruption, but merely answered imploringly, with a despairing gesture of his hands, "What are we to do, Lady Hilda? What can we possibly do?"
"Why, sit down and have some lunch first," Hilda rejoined with practical common-sense, "and then talk it over rationally afterwards, instead of wringing our hands helplessly like a pair of Frenchmen in a street difficulty." (Hilda had a fine old crusted English contempt, by the way, for those vastly inferior and foolish creatures known as foreigners.)
Thus adjured, Berkeley sat down promptly, and they proceeded to take counsel together in this hard matter over the cutlets and claret provided before them. "Ernest and Mrs. Le Breton told me all about your visit," Arthur went on, soon after; "and they"re so much obliged to you for having taken the trouble to look them up in their sore distress. Do you know, Lady Hilda, I think you"ve quite made a conquest of our dear little friend, Mrs. Le Breton."
"I don"t know about that," Hilda responded with a smile, "but I"m sure, at any rate, that the sweet little woman quite made a conquest of me, Mr. Berkeley. In fact, I can"t say what you think, but for my part I"m determined an effort must be made one way or another to save them."
"It"s no use," Arthur answered, shaking his head sadly; "it can"t be done. There"s nothing for it but to let them float down helplessly with the tide, wherever it may bear them."
"Stuff and nonsense," Hilda replied energetically. "All rubbish, utter rubbish, and if I were a man as you are, Mr. Berkeley, I should be ashamed to take such a desponding view of the situation.
If we say it"s got to be done, it will be done, and that"s an end of it. Work must and can be found for him somehow or somewhere."