"You deserve that I should have spread it out on my dressing-table--or left it, better still, in Maud Blessingbourne"s room."
He wondered while he laughed. "Oh but what does SHE deserve?"
It was her gravity that continued to answer. "Yes--it would probably kill her."
"She believes so in you?"
"She believes so in YOU. So don"t be TOO nice to her."
He was still looking, in the chimney-gla.s.s, at the state of his beard--brushing from it, with his handkerchief, the traces of wind and wet. "If she also then prefers me when I"m nasty it seems to me I ought to satisfy her. Shall I now at any rate see her?"
"She"s so like a pea on a pan over the possibility of it that she"s pulling herself together in her room."
"Oh then we must try and keep her together. But why, graceful, tender, pretty too--quite or almost as she is--doesn"t she re-marry?"
Mrs. Dyott appeared--and as if the first time--to look for the reason.
"Because she likes too many men."
It kept up his spirits. "And how many MAY a lady like--?"
"In order not to like any of them too much? Ah that, you know, I never found out--and it"s too late now. When," she presently pursued, "did you last see her?"
He really had to think. "Would it have been since last November or so?--somewhere or other where we spent three days."
"Oh at Surredge? I know all about that. I thought you also met afterwards."
He had again to recall. "So we did! Wouldn"t it have been somewhere at Christmas? But it wasn"t by arrangement!" he laughed, giving with his forefinger a little pleasant nick to his hostess"s chin. Then as if something in the way she received this attention put him back to his question of a moment before: "Have you kept my note?"
She held him with her pretty eyes. "Do you want it back?"
"Ah don"t speak as if I did take things--!"
She dropped her gaze to the fire. "No, you don"t; not even the hard things a really generous nature often would." She quitted, however, as if to forget that, the chimney-place. "I put it THERE!"
"You"ve burnt it? Good!" It made him easier, but he noticed the next moment on a table the lemon-coloured volume left there by Mrs.
Blessingbourne, and, taking it up for a look, immediately put it down.
"You might while you were about it have burnt that too."
"You"ve read it?"
"Dear yes. And you?"
"No," said Mrs. Dyott; "it wasn"t for me Maud brought it."
It pulled her visitor up. "Mrs. Blessingbourne brought it?"
"For such a day as this." But she wondered. "How you look! Is it so awful?"
"Oh like his others." Something had occurred to him; his thought was already far. "Does she know?"
"Know what?"
"Why anything."
But the door opened too soon for Mrs. Dyott, who could only murmur quickly--"Take care!"
CHAPTER II
It was in fact Mrs. Blessingbourne, who had under her arm the book she had gone up for--a pair of covers showing this time a pretty, a candid blue. She was followed next minute by the servant, who brought in tea, the consumption of which, with the pa.s.sage of greetings, inquiries and other light civilities between the two visitors, occupied a quarter of an hour. Mrs. Dyott meanwhile, as a contribution to so much amenity, mentioned to Maud that her fellow guest wished to scold her for the books she read--a statement met by this friend with the remark that he must first be sure about them. But as soon as he had picked up the new, the blue volume he broke out into a frank "Dear, dear!"
"Have you read that too?" Mrs. Dyott inquired. "How much you"ll have to talk over together! The other one," she explained to him, "Maud speaks of as terribly tame."
"Ah I must have that out with her! You don"t feel the extraordinary force of the fellow?" Voyt went on to Mrs. Blessingbourne.
And so, round the hearth, they talked--talked soon, while they warmed their toes, with zest enough to make it seem as happy a chance as any of the quieter opportunities their imprisonment might have involved. Mrs.
Blessingbourne did feel, it then appeared, the force of the fellow, but she had her reserves and reactions, in which Voyt was much interested.
Mrs. Dyott rather detached herself, mainly gazing, as she leaned back, at the fire; she intervened, however, enough to relieve Maud of the sense of being listened to. That sense, with Maud, was too apt to convey that one was listened to for a fool. "Yes, when I read a novel I mostly read a French one," she had said to Voyt in answer to a question about her usual practice; "for I seem with it to get hold more of the real thing--to get more life for my money. Only I"m not so infatuated with them but that sometimes for months and months on end I don"t read any fiction at all."
The two books were now together beside them. "Then when you begin again you read a ma.s.s?"
"Dear no. I only keep up with three or four authors."
He laughed at this over the cigarette he had been allowed to light. "I like your "keeping up," and keeping up in particular with "authors.""
"One must keep up with somebody," Mrs. Dyott threw off.
"I daresay I"m ridiculous," Mrs. Blessingbourne conceded without heeding it; "but that"s the way we express ourselves in my part of the country."
"I only alluded," said Voyt, "to the tremendous conscience of your s.e.x.
It"s more than mine can keep up with. You take everything too hard. But if you can"t read the novel of British and American manufacture, heaven knows I"m at one with you. It seems really to show our sense of life as the sense of puppies and kittens."
"Well," Maud more patiently returned, "I"m told all sorts of people are now doing wonderful things; but somehow I remain outside."
"Ah it"s THEY, it"s our poor tw.a.n.gers and twaddlers who remain outside.
They pick up a living in the street. And who indeed would want them in?"
Mrs. Blessingbourne seemed unable to say, and yet at the same time to have her idea. The subject, in truth, she evidently found, was not so easy to handle. "People lend me things, and I try; but at the end of fifty pages--"
"There you are! Yes--heaven help us!"
"But what I mean," she went on, "isn"t that I don"t get woefully weary of the eternal French thing. What"s THEIR sense of life?"
"AH VOILa!" Mrs. Dyott softly sounded.