"Well," I answered, "it can"t be helped now. You must get into my boat at once--I"ll send one of Salter"s men down to fetch your canoe--and we must row straight back to Oxford immediately."
She obeyed me mechanically, and I began to pull away for very life.
"There"s nothing for it now," I said pensively, "except to propose to you. I half meant to do it before, and now I"ve quite made up my mind.
Will you have me?"
Ida looked at me without surprise, but with a little pleasure in her face. "What nonsense!" she said quietly. "I knew you were going to propose to me this afternoon, and so I came out alone to keep out of your way. You haven"t had time to make up your mind properly yet."
As I looked at her beautiful calm face and lovely eyes I forgot everything. In a moment, I was over head and ears in love again, and conscious of nothing else. "Ida," I cried, looking at her steadily, "Ida!"
"Now, please stop," said Ida, before I could get any further. "I know exactly what you"re going to say. You"re going to say, "Ida, I love you." Don"t desecrate the verb _to love_ by draggling it more than it has already been draggled through all the grammars of every European language. I"ve conjugated _to love_, myself, in English, French, German, and Italian; and you"ve conjugated it in Latin and Greek, and for aught I know in Anglo-Saxon and Coptic and a.s.syrian as well; so now let"s have done with it for ever, and conjugate some other verb more worthy the attention of two rational and original human beings. Can"t you strike out a line for yourself?"
"You"re quite mistaken," I answered curtly, for I wasn"t going to be browbeaten in that way; "I meant to say nothing of the sort. What I did mean to say--and I"ll trouble you to listen to it attentively--was just this. You seem to me about as well suited to my abstract requirements as any other young woman I have ever met: and if you"re inclined to take me, we might possibly arrange an engagement."
"What a funny man you are!" she went on innocently. "You don"t propose at all _en regle_. I"ve had twelve men propose to me separately in a boat in America, and you make up the baker"s dozen: but all the others leaned forward lackadaisically, dropped the oars when they were beginning to get serious, and looked at me sentimentally; while you go on rowing all the time as if there was nothing unusual in it."
"Probably," I suggested, "your twelve American admirers attached more importance to the ceremony than I do. But you haven"t answered my question yet."
"Let me ask you one instead," she said, more seriously. "Do you think I"m at all the kind of person for a Senior Proctor"s wife? You say I suit your abstract requirements, but one can"t get married in the abstract, you know. Viewed concretely, don"t you fancy I"m about the most unsuitable helpmate you could possibly light upon?"
"The profound consciousness of that indubitable fact," I replied carelessly, "has made me struggle in a hopeless sort of way against the irresistible impulse to propose to you ever since I saw you first. But I suppose Senior Proctors are much the same as other men. They fly like moths about the candle, and can"t overcome the temptation of singeing their wings."
"If I had any notion of accepting you," said Ida reflectively, "I should at least have the consolation of knowing that you didn"t make anything by your bargain; for my fifteen hundred dollars would just amount to the three hundred a year which you would have to give up with your fellowship."
"Quite so," I answered; "I see you come of a business-like nation; and I, as former bursar of my college, am a man of business myself. So I have no reason for concealing from you the fact that I have a private income of about four hundred a year, besides University appointments worth five hundred more, which would not go with the fellowship."
"Do you really think me sordid enough to care for such considerations?"
"If I did, I wouldn"t have taken the trouble to tell you them. I merely mentioned the facts for their general interest, and not as bearing on the question in hand."
"Well, then, Mr. Payne, you shall have my answer.--No."
"Is it final?"
"Is anything human final, except one"s twenty-ninth birthday? I choose it to be final for the present, and "the subject then dropped," as the papers say about debates in Congress. Let us have done now with this troublesome verb altogether, and conjugate our return to Oxford instead.
See what bunches of fritillaries again! I never saw anything prettier, except the orange-lilies in New Hampshire. If you like, you may come to America next season. You would enjoy our woodlands."
"Where shall I find you?"
"At Saratoga."
"When?"
"Any day from July the first."
"Good," I said, after a moment"s reflection. "If I stick to my fancy for flying into the candle, you will see me there. If I change my mind, it won"t matter much to either of us."
So we paddled back to Oxford, talking all the way of indifferent subjects, of England and our English villages, and enjoying the peaceful greenness of the trees and banks. It was half-past six when we got to Salter"s barge, and I walked with Ida as far as the Randolph. Then I returned to college, feeling very much like an undetected sheep-stealer, and had a furtive sort of dinner served up in my own room. Next morning, I confess it was with a sigh of relief that Annie and I saw Ida Van Rensselaer start from the station _en route_ for Liverpool. It was quite a fortnight before I could face my own bulldogs unabashed, and I bowed with a wan and guilty smile upon my face whenever any one of those twelve undergraduates capped me in the High till the end of term. I believe they never missed an opportunity of meeting me if they saw a chance open. I was glad indeed when long vacation came to ease me of my office and my troubles.
II.
Congress Hall in Saratoga is really one of the most comfortable hotels at which I ever stopped. Of course it holds a thousand guests, and covers an unknown extent of area: it measures its pa.s.sages by the mile and its carpets by the acre. All that goes unsaid, for it is a big American hotel; but it is also a very pleasant and luxurious one, even for America. I was not sorry, on the second of July, to find myself comfortably quartered (by elevator) in room No. 547 on the fifth floor, with a gay look-out on Broadway and the Columbia Spring. After ten days of dismal rolling on the mid-Atlantic, and a week of hurry and bustle in New York, I found it extremely delightful to sit down at my ease in summer quarters, on a broad balcony overlooking the leafy promenade, to sip my iced cobbler like a prince, and to watch that strange, new, and wonderfully holiday life which was unfolding itself before my eyes. Such a phantasmagoria of brightly-dressed women in light but costly silks, of lounging young men in tweed suits and panama hats, of sulkies, carriages, trotting horses, string bands, ice-creams, effervescing drinks, cool fruits, green trees, waving bunting, lilac blossoms, roses, and golden sunshine I had never seen till then, and shall never see again, I doubt me, until I can pay a second visit to Saratoga. It was a midsummer saturnalia of strawberries and acacia flowers, gone mad with excessive mint julep.
"After all," said I to myself, "even if I don"t happen to run up against Ida Van Rensselaer, I shall have taken as pleasant a holiday as I could easily have found in old Europe. Everybody is tired of Switzerland and Italy, so, happy thought, try Saratoga. On the other hand, if Ida keeps her tryst, I shall have one more shot at her in the shape of a proposal; and then if she really means no, I shall be none the worse off than if I had stayed in England." In which happy-go-lucky and philosophic frame of mind I sat watching the crowd in the Broadway after dinner, in _utrumque paratus_, ready either to marry Ida if she would have me, or to go home again in the autumn, a joyous bachelor, if she did not turn up according to her promise. A very cold-blooded att.i.tude that to a.s.sume towards the tender pa.s.sion, no doubt; but after all, why should a sensible man of thirty-five think it necessary to go wild for a year or two like a hobbledehoy, and convert himself into a perambulating statue of melancholy, simply because one particular young woman out of the nine hundred million estimated to inhabit this insignificant planet has refused to print his individual name upon her visiting cards? Ida would make as good a Mrs. Cyril Payne as any other girl of my acquaintance--no doubt; indeed, I am inclined to say, a vast deal a better one; but there are more women than five in the world, and if you strike an average I dare say most of them are pretty much alike.
As I sat and looked, I could not help noticing the extraordinary magnificence of all the _toilettes_ in the promenade. Nowhere in Europe can you behold such a republican dead level of reckless extravagance.
Every woman was dressed like a princess, nothing more and nothing less.
I began to wonder how poor little Ida, with her simple and tasteful travelling gowns, would feel when she found herself cast in the midst of these gorgeous silks and these costly satin grenadines. Look, for example, at that pair now strolling along from Spring Avenue: a New York exquisite in the very coolest of American summer suits, and a New York _elegante_ (their own word, I a.s.sure you) in a splendid but graceful grey silk dress, gold bracelet, diamond ear-rings, and every other item in her costume of the finest and costliest. What would Ida do in a crowd of such women as that?... Why ... gracious heavens! ... can it be?...
No, it can"t.... Yes, it must.... Well, to be sure, it positively is--Ida herself!
My first impulse was to lean over the balcony and call out to her, as I would have called out to a friend whom I chanced to see pa.s.sing in Magdalen quad. Not an unnatural impulse either, seeing that (in spite of my own prevarications to myself) I had after all really come across the Atlantic on purpose to see her. But on second thoughts it struck me that even Ida might perhaps find such a proceeding a trifle unconventional, especially now that she was habited in such pa.s.sing splendour. Besides, what did it all mean? The only rational answer I could give myself, when I fairly squared the question, was that Ida must have got suddenly married to a wealthy fellow-countryman, and that the exquisite in the cool suit was in fact none other than her newly-acquired husband. I had thought my philosophy proof against any such small defeats to my calculation: but when it actually came to the point, I began to perceive that I was after all very unphilosophically in love with Ida Van Rensselaer. The merest undergraduate could not have felt a sillier flutter than that which agitated both auricles and ventricles of my central vascular organ--as a Senior Proctor I must really draw the line at speaking outright of my heart. I seized my hat, rushed down the broad staircase, and walked rapidly along Broadway in the direction the pair had taken. But I could see nothing of them, and I returned to Congress Hall in despair.
That night I thought about many things, and slept very little. It came home to me somewhat vividly that if Ida was really married I should probably feel more grieved and disappointed than a good pessimist philosopher ought ever to feel at the ordinary vexatiousness of the universe. Next morning, however, I rose early, and breakfasted, not without a most unpoetical appet.i.te, on white fish, buckwheat pancakes, and excellent watermelon. After breakfast, refreshed by the meal, I sallied forth, like a true knight-errant, under the shade of a white cotton sun-umbrella instead of a shield, to search for the lady of my choice. Naturally, I turned my steps first towards the Springs; and at the very second of them all, I luckily came upon Ida and the man in the tweed suit, lounging as before, and drinking the waters lazily.
Ida stepped up as if she had fully expected to meet me, extended her daintily-gloved hand with the gold bracelet, and said as unconcernedly as possible, "You have come two days late, Mr. Payne."
"So it seems," I answered. "_C"est monsieur votre mari?_" And I waved my hand interrogatively towards the stranger, for I hardly knew how to word the question in English.
"_a Dieu ne plaise!_" she cried heartily, in an undertone, and I felt my vascular system once more the theatre of a most unacademical though more pleasing palpitation. "Allow me to introduce you. Mr. Payne of Oxford; my cousin, Mr. Jefferson Hitchc.o.c.k."
I charitably inferred that Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k"s early education in modern languages had been unfortunately neglected, or else his companion"s energetic mode of denying her supposed conjugal relation with him could hardly have appeared flattering to his vanity.
"My cousin has spoken of you to me, sir," said Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k solemnly.
"I understand that you are one of the most distinguished luminaries of Oxford College, and I am proud to welcome you as such to our country."
I bowed and laughed--I never feel capable of making any other reply than a bow and a laugh to the style of oratory peculiar to American gentlemen--and then I turned to Ida. She was looking as pretty, as piquante, and as fresh as ever; but what her dress could mean was a complete puzzle to me. As she stood, diamonds and all, a jeweller"s a.s.sistant couldn"t have valued her at a penny less than six hundred pounds. In England such a display in morning dress would have been out of taste; but in Saratoga it seemed to be the height of the fashion.
We walked along towards the Grand Union Hotel, where Ida and her cousin were staying, and my astonishment grew upon me at every step. However, we had so much to say to one another about everything in general, and Ida was so unaffectedly pleased at my keeping my engagement, made half in joke, that I found no time to unravel the mystery. When we reached the great doorway, Ida took leave of me for the time, but made me promise to call for her again early the next morning. "Unhappily," she said, "I have to go this afternoon to a most tedious party--a set of Boston people; you know the style; the best European culture, bottled and corked as imported, and let out again by driblets with about as much spontaneousness as champagne the second day. But I must fulfil my social duties here; no canoeing on the Isis at Saratoga. However, we must see a great deal of you now that you"ve come; so I expect you to call, and drive me down to the lake at ten o"clock to-morrow."
"Is that proceeding within the expansive limits of American proprieties?" I asked dubiously.
"Sir," said Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k, answering for her, "this is a land of freedom, and every lady can go where she chooses, unmolested by those frivolous bonds of conventionality which bind the feet of your European women as closely as the cramped shoes of the Chinese bind the feet of the celestial females."
Ida smiled at me with a peculiar smile, waved her hand graciously, and ran lightly up the stairs. I was left on the piazza with Mr. Jefferson Hitchc.o.c.k. His conversation scarcely struck me as in itself enticing, but I was anxious to find out the meaning of Ida"s sudden accession to wealth, and so I determined to make the best of his companionship for half an hour. As a sure high road to the American bosom and safe recommendation to the American confidence, I ordered a couple of delectable summer beverages (Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k advised an "eye-opener,"
which proved worthy of the commendation he bestowed upon it); and we sat down on the piazza in two convenient rocking-chairs, under the shade of the elms, smoking our havanas and sipping our iced drink. After a little preliminary talk, I struck out upon the subject of Ida.
"When I met Miss Van Rensselaer at Nice," I said, "she was stopping at a very quiet little _pension_. It is quite a different thing living in a palace like this."
"We are a republican nation, sir," answered Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k, "and we expect to be all treated on the equal level of a sovereign people. The splendour that you in Europe restrict to princes, we in our country lavish upon the humblest American citizen. Miss Van Rensselaer"s wealth, however, ent.i.tles her to mix in the highest circles of even your most polished society."
"Indeed?" I said; "I had no idea that she was wealthy."
"No, sir, probably not. Miss Van Rensselaer is a woman of that striking originality only to be met with in our emanc.i.p.ated country. She has shaken off the trammels of female servitude, and prefers to travel in all the simplicity of a humble income. She went to Europe, if I may so speak, _incognita_, and desired to hide her opulence from the prying gaze of your aristocracy. She did not wish your penniless peers to buzz about her fortune. But she is in reality one of our richest heiresses.
The man who secures that woman as a property, sir, will find himself in possession of an income worth as much as one hundred thousand dollars."
Twenty thousand sterling a year! The idea took my breath away, and reduced me once more to a state of helpless incapacity. I couldn"t talk much more small-talk to Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k, so I managed to make some small excuse and returned listlessly to Congress Hall. There, over a luncheon of Saddle-Rock oysters (you see I never allow my feelings to interfere with my appet.i.te), I decided that I must give up all idea of Ida Van Rensselaer.
I have no abstract objection to an income of 20,000 a year; but I could not consent to take it from any woman, or to endure the chance of her supposing that I had been fortune-hunting. It may be and doubtless is a plebeian feeling, which, as Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k justly hinted, is never shared by the younger sons of our old n.o.bility; but I hate the notion of living off somebody else"s money, especially if that somebody were my own wife. So I came to the reluctant conclusion that I must give up the idea for ever; and as it would not be fair to stop any longer at Saratoga under the circ.u.mstances, I made up my mind to start for Niagara on the next day but one, after fulfilling my driving engagement with Ida the following morning.