"Great scott, you don"t think it"s like this in term-time, do you?"
"Isn"t it?" said Mrs. Fane, apparently very much surprised. "I thought undergraduates were so famously susceptible. I"m sure they are, too."
"Do you mean to say you really thought this Commem herd was always roaming about Oxford?"
"Michael, your Oxford expressions are utterly unintelligible to me."
"Don"t you realize you are up here for Commem--for Commemoration?" he asked.
"How wonderful!" she said. "Don"t tell me any more. It"s so romantic, to be told one is "up" for something."
Michael began to laugh, and the irritation of seeing the peaceful banks of the upper river dappled with feminine forms, so that everywhere the cattle had moved away to browse in the remote corners of the meadows, vanished.
The ball at Christ Church seemed likely to be the most successful and to be the one that would remain longest in the memories of those who had taken part in this Commemoration. Nowhere could an arbiter of pleasure have found so perfect a site for his most elaborate entertainment.
There was something very strangely romantic in this gay a.s.sembly dancing in the great hall of the House, so that along the cloisters sounded the unfamiliar noise of fiddles; but what gave princ.i.p.ally the quality of romance and strangeness was that beyond the music, beyond the fantastically brilliant hall, stretched all around the dark quadrangles deserted now save where about their glooms dresses indeterminate as moths were here and there visible. The decrescent moon would scarcely survive the dawn, and meanwhile there would be darkness everywhere away from the golden heart of the dance in that great hall spinning with light and motion.
Alan was evidently pleased that he was being able to show Stella his own college. He wore about him an air of confidence that Michael did not remember to have seen so plainly marked before. He and Stella were dancing together all the time here at Christ Church, and Michael felt he, too, must dance vigorously, so that he should not find himself overlooking them. He was shy somehow of overlooking them, and when Blanche Avery and Eileen Avery and half a dozen more cousins and sisters of friends had been led back to their chaperones, Michael went over to his mother and invited her to walk with him in the quadrangles of Christ Church. She knew why he wanted her to walk with him, and as she took his arm gently, she pressed it to her side. He thought again how ridiculously young she seemed and how the lightness of her touch was no less than that of the ethereal Eileen or the filmy Blanche. He wished he had asked her to dance with him, but yet on second thoughts was glad he had not, since to walk with her thus along these dark cloisters, down which traveled fainter and fainter the fiddles of the Eton Boating Song, was even better than dancing. Soon they were in Peckwater, standing silent on the gravel, almost overweighted by that heavy Georgian quadrangle.
"He lived either on that staircase or that one," said Michael. "But all the staircases and all the rooms in Peck are just the same, and all the men who have lived in them for the past fifty years are just the same.
The House is a wonderful place, and the type it displays best changes less easily than any other."
"I didn"t know him when he lived here," she murmured.
With her hand still resting lightly upon his sleeve, Michael felt the palpitation of long-stored-up memories and emotions. As she stood here pensive in the darkness, the years were rolling back.
"I expect if he were alive," she went on softly, "he would wonder how time could have gone by so quickly since he was here. People always do, don"t they, when they revisit places they"ve known in younger days? When he was here, I must have been about fifteen. Funny, severe, narrow-minded old father!"
Michael waited rather anxiously. She had never yet spoken of her life before she met his father, and he had never brought himself to ask her.
"Funny old man! He was at Cambridge--Trinity College, I think it was called."
Then she was silent for a while, and Michael knew that she was linking her father and his father in past events; but still she did not voice her thoughts, and whatever joys or miseries of that bygone time were being recalled were still wrapped up in her reserve: nor did Michael feel justified in trying to persuade her to unloose them, even here in this majestic enclosure that would have engulfed them all as soon as they were free.
"You"re not cold?" he tenderly demanded.
Surely upon his arm she had shivered.
"No, but I think we"ll go back to the ballroom," she sighed.
Michael felt awed when their feet grated again in movement over the gravel. Behind them in the quadrangle there were ghosts, and the noise of walking here seemed sacrilegious upon this moonless and heavy summer night. Presently, however, two couples came laughing into the lamplight at the corner. The sense of decorous creeds outraged by his mother"s behavior of long ago vanished in the relief that present youth gave with its laughing company and fashionable frocks. Beside such heedlessness it were vain to conjure too remorsefully the past. After all, Peckwater was a place in which young men should crack whips and shout to one another across window-boxes; here there should be no tombs. Michael and his mother went on their way to the hall, and soon the music of the waltzing filled magically the lamplit entries of the great college, luring them to come back with light hearts, so importunate was the gaiety.
Michael rather reproached himself afterward for not trying to take advantage of his mother"s inclination to yield him a more extensive confidence. He was sure Stella would not have allowed the opportunity to slip by so in a craven embarra.s.sment; or was it rather a fine sensitiveness, an imaginative desire to let the whole of that history lie buried in whatever poor shroud romance could lend it? As he was thinking of Stella, herself came toward him over the shining floor of the ballroom emptied for the interval between two dances. How delicately flushed she was and how her gray eyes were l.u.s.tered with joy of the evening, or perhaps with fortunate tidings. Michael was struck by the direct way in which she was coming toward him without bothering through self-consciousness to seem to find him unexpectedly.
"Come for a walk with me in the moonlight," she said, taking his arm.
"There"s no moon yet, but I"ll take you for a walk."
The clock was striking two, as they reached Tom quad, and the decrescent moon to contradict him was already above the roofs. They strolled over to the fountain and stood there captured by loveliness, silent themselves and listening to the talk and laughter of shimmering figures that reached them subdued and intermittent from the flagged terraces in the distance.
"I suppose," said Stella suddenly, "you"re very fond of Alan?"
"Rather, of course I am."
"So am I."
Then she blushed, and her cheeks were very crimson in the moonlight.
Michael had never seen her blush like this, had never been aware before of her maidenhood that now flooded his consciousness like a bouquet of roses. Hitherto she had always been for Michael a figure untouched by human weakness. Even when last summer he had seen her break down disconsolate, he had been less shocked by her grief than by its incongruity in her. This blush gave to him his only sister as a woman.
"The trouble with Alan is that he thinks he can"t marry me because I have money, whereas he will be dependent on what he earns. That"s rubbish, isn"t it?"
"Of course," he agreed warmly. "I"ll tell him so, if you like."
"I don"t think he"d pay much attention," she said. "But you know, poor old Prescott left me a lot of land."
Michael nodded.
"Well, it"s got to be managed, hasn"t it?"
"Of course," said Michael. "You"ll want a land agent."
"Why not Alan?" she asked. "I don"t want to marry somebody in the Home Civil Service. I want him to be with me all day. Wouldn"t you?"
"You"ve not told mother?" Michael suggested cautiously.
"Not yet. I shall be twenty-one almost at once, you know."
"What"s that got to do with it?"
He was determined that in Stella"s behavior there should be no reflection, however pale, of what long ago had come into the life of an undergraduate going down from Christ Church. He wished for Stella and Alan to have all the benisons of the world. "You"ve no right to a.s.sume that mother will object," he told her.
But Stella did not begin to speak, as she was used, of her determination to have her own way in spite of everybody. She was a softer Stella to-night; and that alone showed to Michael how right he had been to wish with all his heart that she would fall in love with Alan.
"There he is!" she cried, clapping her hands.
Michael looked up, and saw him coming across the great moonlit s.p.a.ce, tall and fair and flushed as he should be coming like this to claim Stella. Michael punched Alan to express his pleasure, and then he quickly left them standing by the fountain close together.
CHAPTER XVII
THE LAST DAY
At sunrise when the stones of Oxford were the color of lavender, a photograph was taken of those who had been dancing at the Christ Church ball; after which, their gaiety recorded, the revelers went home.
Michael was relieved when Alan offered to drive his mother and Stella back to the Randolph. He was not wishing for company that morning, but rather to walk slowly down to college alone. He waited, therefore, to see the dancers disappear group by group round various corners, until the High was desolate and he was the only human figure under this virginal sky. In his bedroom clear and still and sweet with morning light he did not want to go to bed. The birds fluttering on the lawns, the sun sparkling with undeterrent rays of gold not yet high and fierce, and all the buildings of the college dreaming upon the bosom of this temperate morn made him too vigilant for beauty. It would be wrong to sleep away this Oxford morning. With deliberate enjoyment he changed from ruffled evening dress into flannels.
In the sitting-room Michael looked idly through the books, and glanced with dissatisfaction at the desquamating backs of the magazines. There was nothing here fit to occupy his attention at such a peerless hour.