till five?" she demanded jealously.
"He said he couldn"t come back," Clementina answered sadly.
The woman turned her head on her pillow and looked at the girl"s face.
"Oh!" she said for all comment.
x.x.xI.
The Milrays came a month later, to seek a milder sun than they had left burning in Florence. The husband and wife had been sojourning there since their arrival from Egypt, but they had not been his sister"s guests, and she did not now pretend to be of their party, though the same train, even the same carriage, had brought her to Venice with them.
They went to a hotel, and Miss Milray took lodgings where she always spent her Junes, before going to the Tyrol for the summer.
"You are wonderfully improved, every way," Mrs. Milray said to Clementina when they met. "I knew you would be, if Miss Milray took you in hand; and I can see she has. What she doesn"t know about the world isn"t worth knowing! I hope she hasn"t made you too worldly? But if she has, she"s taught you how to keep from showing it; you"re just as innocent-looking as ever, and that"s the main thing; you oughtn"t to lose that. You wouldn"t dance a skirt dance now before a ship"s company, but if you did, no one would suspect that you knew any better. Have you forgiven me, yet? Well, I didn"t use you very well, Clementina, and I never pretended I did. I"ve eaten a lot of humble pie for that, my dear.
Did Miss Milray tell you that I wrote to her about it? Of course you won"t say how she told you; but she ought to have done me the justice to say that I tried to be a friend at court with her for you. If she didn"t, she wasn"t fair."
"She neva said anything against you, Mrs. Milray," Clementina answered.
"Discreet as ever, my dear! I understand! And I hope you understand about that old affair, too, by this time. It was a complication. I had to get back at Lioncourt somehow; and I don"t honestly think now that his admiration for a young girl was a very wholesome thing for her. But never mind. You had that Boston goose in Florence, too, last winter, and I suppose he gobbled up what little Miss Milray had left of me. But she"s charming. I could go down on my knees to her art when she really tries to finish any one."
Clementina noticed that Mrs. Milray had got a new way of talking. She had a chirpiness, and a lift in her inflections, which if it was not exactly English was no longer Western American. Clementina herself in her a.s.sociation with Hinkle had worn off her English rhythm, and in her long confinement to the conversation of Mrs. Lander, she had reverted to her clipped Yankee accent. Mrs. Milray professed to like it, and said it brought back so delightfully those pleasant days at Middlemount, when Clementina really was a child. "I met somebody at Cairo, who seemed very glad to hear about you, though he tried to seem not. Can you guess who it was? I see that you never could, in the world! We got quite chummy one day, when we were going out to the pyramids together, and he gave himself away, finely. He"s a simple soul! But when they"re in love they"re all so! It was a little queer, colloguing with the ex-headwaiter on society terms; but the head-waitership was merely an episode, and the main thing is that he is very talented, and is going to be a minister.
It"s a pity he"s so devoted to his crazy missionary scheme. Some one ought to get hold of him, and point him in the direction of a rich New York congregation. He"d find heathen enough among them, and he could do the greatest amount of good with their money; I tried to talk it into him. I suppose you saw him in Florence, this spring?" she suddenly asked.
"Yes," Clementina answered briefly.
"And you didn"t make it up together. I got that much out of Miss Milray.
Well, if he were here, I should find out why. But I don"t suppose you would tell me." She waited a moment to see if Clementina would, and then she said, "It"s a pity, for I"ve a notion I could help you, and I think I owe you a good turn, for the way I behaved about your dance. But if you don"t want my help, you don"t."
"I would say so if I did, Mrs. Milray," said Clementina. "I was hu"t, at the time; but I don"t care anything for it, now. I hope you won"t think about it any more!"
"Thank you," said Mrs. Milray, "I"ll try not to," and she laughed. "But I should like to do something to prove my repentance."
Clementina perceived that for some reason she would rather have more than less cause for regret; and that she was mocking her; but she was without the wish or the power to retaliate, and she did not try to fathom Mrs. Milray"s motives. Most motives in life, even bad motives, lie nearer the surface than most people commonly pretend, and she might not have had to dig deeper into Mrs. Milray"s nature for hers than that layer of her consciousness where she was aware that Clementina was a pet of her sister-in-law. For no better reason she herself made a pet of Mrs. Lander, whose dislike of Miss Milray was not hard to divine, and whose willingness to punish her through Clementina was akin to her own.
The sick woman was easily flattered back into her first belief in Mrs.
Milray and accepted her large civilities and small services as proof of her virtues. She began to talk them into Clementina, and to contrast them with the wicked principles and actions of Miss Milray.
The girl had forgiven Mrs. Milray, but she could not go back to any trust in her; and she could only pa.s.sively a.s.sent to her praise. When Mrs. Lander pressed her for anything more explicit she said what she thought, and then Mrs. Lander accused her of hating Mrs. Milray, who was more her friend than some that flattered her up for everything, and tried to make a fool of her.
"I undastand now," she said one day, "what that recta meant by wantin"
me to make life ba"d for you; he saw how easy you was to spoil. Miss Milray is one to praise you to your face, and disgrace you be hind your back, and so I tell you. When Mrs. Milray thought you done wrong she come and said so; and you can"t forgive her."
Clementina did not answer. She had mastered the art of reticence in her relations with Mrs. Lander, and even when Miss Milray tempted her one day to give way, she still had strength to resist. But she could not deny that Mrs. Lander did things at times to worry her, though she ended compa.s.sionately with the reflection: "She"s sick."
"I don"t think she"s very sick, now," retorted her friend.
"No; that"s the reason she"s so worrying. When she"s really sick, she"s betta."
"Because she"s frightened, I suppose. And how long do you propose to stand it?
"I don"t know," Clementina listlessly answered.
"She couldn"t get along without me. I guess I can stand it till we go home; she says she is going home in the fall."
Miss Milray sat looking at the girl a moment.
"Shall you be glad to go home?"
"Oh yes, indeed!"
"To that place in the woods?"
"Why, yes! What makes you ask?"
"Nothing. But Clementina, sometimes I think you don"t quite understand yourself. Don"t you know that you are very pretty and very charming?
I"ve told you that often enough! But shouldn"t you like to be a great success in the world? Haven"t you ever thought of that? Don"t you care for society?"
The girl sighed. "Yes, I think that"s all very nice I did ca"e, one while, there in Florence, last winter!"
"My dear, you don"t know how much you were admired. I used to tell you, because I saw there was no spoiling you; but I never told you half. If you had only had the time for it you could have been the greatest sort of success; you were formed for it. It wasn"t your beauty alone; lots of pretty girls don"t make anything of their beauty; it was your temperament. You took things easily and naturally, and that"s what the world likes. It doesn"t like your being afraid of it, and you were not afraid, and you were not bold; you were just right." Miss Milray grew more and more exhaustive in her a.n.a.lysis, and enjoyed refining upon it.
"All that you needed was a little hard-heartedness, and that would have come in time; you would have learned how to hold your own, but the chance was s.n.a.t.c.hed from you by that old cat! I could weep over you when I think how you have been wasted on her, and now you"re actually willing to go back and lose yourself in the woods!"
"I shouldn"t call it being lost, Miss Milray."
"I don"t mean that, and you must excuse me, my dear. But surely your people--your father and mother--would want to have you get on in the world--to make a brilliant match--"
Clementina smiled to think how far such a thing was from their imaginations. "I don"t believe they would ca"e. You don"t undastand about them, and I couldn"t make you. Fatha neva liked the notion of my being with such a rich woman as Mrs. Lander, because it would look as if we wanted her money."
"I never could have imagined that of you, Clementina!"
"I didn"t think you could," said the girl gratefully. "But now, if I left her when she was sick and depended on me, it would look wohse, yet--as if I did it because she was going to give her money to Mr.
Landa"s family. She wants to do that, and I told her to; I think that would be right; don"t you?"
"It would be right for you, Clementina, if you preferred it--and--I should prefer it. But it wouldn"t be right for her. She has given you hopes--she has made promises--she has talked to everybody."
"I don"t ca"e for that. I shouldn"t like to feel beholden to any one, and I think it really belongs to his relations; it was HIS."
Miss Milray did not say anything to this. She asked, "And if you went back, what would you do there? Labor in the fields, as poor little Belsky advised?"
Clementina laughed. "No; but I expect you"ll think it"s almost as crazy.
You know how much I like dancing? Well, I think I could give dancing lessons at the Middlemount. There are always a good many children, and girls that have not grown up, and I guess I could get pupils enough, as long as the summa lasted; and come winter, I"m not afraid but what I could get them among the young folks at the Center. I used to teach them before I left home."
Miss Milray sat looking at her. "I don"t know about such things; but it sounds sensible--like everything about you, my dear. It sounds queer, perhaps because you"re talking of such a White Mountain scheme here in Venice."
"Yes, don"t it?" said Clementina, sympathetically. "I was thinking of that, myself. But I know I could do it. I could go round to different hotels, different days. Yes, I should like to go home, and they would be glad to have me. You can"t think how pleasantly we live; and we"re company enough for each other. I presume I should miss the things I"ve got used to ova here, at fust; but I don"t believe I should care a great while. I don"t deny but what the wo"ld is nice; but you have to pay for it; I don"t mean that you would make me--"
"No, no! We understand each other. Go on!"
Miss Milray leaned towards her and pressed the girl"s arm rea.s.suringly.