Only perhaps in this particular section of the British people could this particular effect of cheerful imperviousness have been achieved. They were not of the voracious, cultured hordes who make their way by their well-trained appreciations, nor of the fashionable lion-collecting tribe who do not need to make their way but who need to have their way made amusing. Well-bred, securely stationed, untouched by boredom or anxiety, they were at once too dull and too intelligent to be fluttered by the presence of a celebrity. They wanted nothing of her, except, perhaps, that after their coffee she should give them some music, and they did not want this at all eagerly.
If Madame von Marwitz had come to crush, to subjugate or to enchant, she had failed in every respect and Gregory saw that her failure was not lost upon her. Her manner, as the consciousness grew, became more frankly that of the vain, ill-tempered child, ignored. She ceased to speak; her eyes, fixed on the wall over Sir Oliver"s head, enlarged in a sullen despondency.
Lady Montgomery was making her way through a bunch of grapes and Lady Mary had only peeled her peach, when, suddenly, taking upon herself the prerogative of a hostess, Madame von Marwitz caught up her fan and gloves with a gesture of open impatience, and swept to the door almost before Gregory had time to reach it or the startled guests to rise from their places.
CHAPTER XIX
When the time came for going to the drawing-room, Gregory found Betty entertaining the company there, while Karen, on a distant sofa, was apparently engaged in showing her guardian a book of photographs. He took in the situation at a glance, and, as he took it in, he was aware that part of its significance lay in the fact that it obliged him to a swift interchange with Betty, an interchange that irked him, defining as it did a community of understanding from which Karen, in her simplicity, was shut out.
He went across to the couple on the sofa. Only sudden illness could have excused Madame von Marwitz"s departure from the dining-room, yet he determined to ask no questions, and to leave any explanations to her.
Karen"s eyes, in looking at him, were grave and a little anxious; but the anxiety, he saw, was not on his account. "Tante wanted to see our kodaks," she said. "Do sit here with us, Gregory. Betty is talking to everybody so beautifully."
"But you must go and talk to everybody beautifully, too, now, darling,"
said Gregory. He put his hand on her shoulder and looked down at her smiling. The gesture, with its marital a.s.surance, the smile that was almost a caress, were involuntary; yet they expressed more than his tender pride and solicitude, they defined his possession of her, and they excluded Tante. "It"s been a nice little dinner, hasn"t it," he went on, continuing to look at her and not at Madame von Marwitz. "I saw that the General was enjoying you immensely. There he is, looking over at you now; he wants to go on talking about Garibaldi with you. He said he"d never met a young woman so well up in modern history."
Madame von Marwitz"s brooding eyes were on him while he thus spoke. He ignored them.
Karen looked a little perplexed. "Did you think it went so well, then, Gregory?"
"Why, didn"t you?"
"I am not sure. I don"t think I shall ever much like dinners, when I give them," she addressed herself to her guardian as well as to her husband. "They make one feel so responsible."
"Well, as far as you were responsible for this one you were responsible for its being very nice. Everybody enjoyed themselves. Now go and talk to the General."
"I did enjoy him," said Karen, half closing her book. "But Tante has rather a headache--I am afraid she is tired. You saw at dinner that she was tired."
"Yes, oh yes, indeed, I thought that you must be feeling a little ill, perhaps," Gregory observed blandly, turning his eyes now on Madame von Marwitz. "Well, you see, Karen, I will take your place here, and it will give me a chance for a quiet talk with your guardian."
"People must not bother her," Karen rose, pleased, he could see, with this arrangement, and hoping, he knew, that the opportunity was a propitious one, and that in it her dear ones might draw together. "You will see that they don"t bother her, Gregory, and go on showing her these."
"They won"t bother a bit, I promise," said Gregory, taking her place as she rose. "They are all very happily engaged, and Madame von Marwitz and I will look at the photographs in perfect peace."
Something in these words and in the manner with which her guardian received them, with a deepening of her long, steady glance, arrested Karen"s departure. She stood above them, half confident, yet half hesitating.
"Go, _mon enfant_," said Madame von Marwitz, turning the steady glance on her. "Go. n.o.body here, as your husband truly says, is thinking of me.
I shall be quite untroubled."
Still with her look of preoccupation Karen moved away.
Cheerfully and deliberately Gregory now proceeded to turn the pages of the kodak alb.u.m, and to point out with painstaking geniality the charms and a.s.sociations of each view, "_Tu l"as voulu, Georges Dandin_,"
expressed his thought, for he didn"t believe that Madame von Marwitz, more than any person not completely self-abnegating, could tolerate looking at other people"s kodaks. But since it was her chosen occupation, the best she could find to do with their dinner-party, she should be gratified; should be shown Karen standing on a peak in the Tyrol; Karen feeding the pigeons before St. Mark"s; Karen, again--wasn"t it rather nice of her?--in a gondola. Madame von Marwitz bent her head with its swinging pearls above the pictures, proffering now and then a low murmur of a.s.sent.
But in the midst of the Paris pictures she lifted her head and looked at him. It was again the steady, penetrating look, and now it seemed, with the smile that veiled it, to claim some common understanding rather than seek it. "Enough," she said. She dismissed the kodaks with a tap of her fan. "I wish to talk with you. I wish to talk with you of our Karen."
Gregory closed the volume. Madame von Marwitz"s att.i.tude as she leaned back, her arms lightly folded, affected him in its deliberate grace and power as newly significant. Keeping his frosty, observant eyes upon her, Gregory waited for what she had to say. "I am glad, very glad, that you have given me this opportunity for a quiet conversation," so she took up the threads of her intention. "I have wanted, for long, to consult with you about various matters concerning Karen, and, in especial, about her future life. Tell me--this is what I wish in particular to ask you--you are going, are you not, in time, when she has learned more skill in social arts, to take my Karen into the world--_dans le monde_," Madame von Marwitz repeated, as though to make her meaning genially clear.
"Skill she is as yet too young to have mastered--or cared to master. But she had always been at ease on the largest stage, and she will do you credit, I a.s.sure you."
It was rather, to Gregory"s imagination--always quick at similes--as though she had struck a well-aimed blow right in the centre of a huge gong hanging between them. There she was, the blow said. It was this she meant. No open avowal of hostility could have been more reverberating or purposeful, and no open avowal of hostility would have been so sinister.
But Gregory, though his ears seemed to ring with the clang of it, was ready for her. He, too, with folded arms, sat leaning back and he, too, smiled genially. "That"s rather crushing, you know," he made reply, "or didn"t you? Karen is in my world. This is my world."
Madame von Marwitz gazed at him for a moment as if to gauge his seriousness. And then she turned her eyes on his world and gazed at that. It was mildly chatting. It was placid, cheerful, unaware of deficiency. It thought that it was enjoying itself. It was, indeed, enjoying itself, if with the slightest of materials. Betty and Bertram Fraser laughed together; Lady Mary and Oliver ever so slowly conversed.
Constance Byng and Mr. Overton discussed the latest opera, young Byng had joined Karen and the General, and a comfortable drone of politics came from Mrs. Overton and Mr. Canning-Thompson. Removed a little from these groups Lady Montgomery, very much like a turtle, sat with her head erect and her eyes half closed, evidently sleepy. It was upon Lady Montgomery that Madame von Marwitz"s gaze dwelt longest.
"You are contented," she then said to Gregory, "with these good people; for yourself and for your wife?"
"Perfectly," said Gregory. "You see, Karen has married a commonplace person."
Madame von Marwitz paused again, and again her eyes dwelt on Lady Montgomery, whose pink feathers had given a sudden nod and then serenely righted themselves. "I see," she then remarked. "But she is not contented."
"Ah, come," said Gregory. "You can"t shatter the conceit of a happy husband so easily, Madame von Marwitz. You ask too much of me if you ask me to believe that Karen makes confidences to you that she doesn"t to me. I can"t take it on, you know," he continued to smile.
He had already felt that the loveliness of Madame von Marwitz"s face was a veil for its coldness, and hints had come to him that it masked, also, some more sinister quality. And now, for a moment, as if a primeval creature peeped at him from among delicate woodlands, a racial savagery crossed her face with a strange, distorting tremor. The blood mounted to her brow; her skin darkened curiously, and her eyes became hot and heavy as though the very irises felt the glow.
"You do not accept my word, Mr. Jardine?" she said. Her voice was controlled, but he had a disagreeable sensation of scorching, as though a hot iron had been pa.s.sed slowly before his face.
Gregory shook his foot a little, clasping his ankle. "I don"t say that, of course. But I"m glad to think you"re mistaken."
"Let me tell you, Mr. Jardine," she returned, still with the curbed elemental fury colouring her face and voice, "that even a happy husband"s conceit is no match for a mother"s intuition. Karen is like my child to me; and to its mother a child makes confidences that it is unaware of making. Karen finds your world narrow; _borne_; it does not afford her the wide life she has known."
"You mean," said Gregory, "the life she led with Mrs. Talcott?"
He had not meant to say it. If he had paused to think it over he would have seen that it exposed him to her as consciously hostile and also as almost feminine in his malice. And, as if this recognition of his false move restored to her her full self-mastery, she met his irony with a masculine sincerity, putting him, as on the occasion of their first encounter, lamentably in the wrong. "Ah," she commented, her eyes dwelling on him. "Ah, I see. You have wondered. You have criticized. You have, I think, Mr. Jardine, misunderstood my life and its capacities.
Allow me to explain. Your wife is the creature dearest to me in the world, and if you misread my devotion to her you endanger our relation.
You would not, I am sure, wish to do that; is it not so? Allow me therefore to exculpate myself. I am a woman who, since childhood, has had to labour for my livelihood and for that of those I love.
You can know nothing of what that labour of the artist"s life entails,--interminable journeys, suffocating ennui, the unwholesome monotony and publicity of a life pa.s.sed in hotels and trains. It was not fit that a young and growing girl should share that life. As much as has been possible I have guarded Karen from its dust and weariness. I have had, of necessity, to leave her much alone, and she has needed protection, stability, peace. I could have placed her in no lovelier spot than my Cornish home, nor in safer hands than those of the guardian and companion of my own youth. Do you not feel it a little unworthy, Mr.
Jardine, when you have all the present and all the future, to grudge me even my past with my child?"
She spoke slowly, with a n.o.ble dignity, all hint of sultry menace pa.s.sed; willing, for Karen"s sake, to stoop to this self-justification before Karen"s husband. And, for Karen"s sake, she had the air of holding in steady hands their relation, hers and his, a.s.sailed so gracelessly by his taunting words. Gregory, for the first time in his knowledge of her, felt a little bewildered. It was she who had opened hostilities, yet she almost made him forget it; she almost made him feel that he alone had been graceless. "I do beg your pardon," he said. "Yes; I had wondered a little about it; and I understand better now." But he gathered his wits together sufficiently to add, on a fairer foothold: "I am sure you gave Karen all you could. What I meant was, I think, that you should be generous enough to believe that I am giving her all I can."
Madame von Marwitz rose as he said this and he also got up. It was not so much, Gregory was aware, that they had fought to a truce as that they had openly crossed swords. Her eyes still dwelt on him, and now as if in a sad wonder. "But you are young. You are a man. You have ambition. You wish to give more to the loved woman."
"I don"t really quite know what you mean by more, Madame von Marwitz,"
said Gregory. "If it applies to my world, I don"t expect, or wish, to give Karen a better one."
They stood and confronted each other for a moment of silence.
"_Bien_," Madame von Marwitz then said, unemphatically, mildly. "_Bien._ I must see what I can do." She turned her eyes on Karen, who, immediately aware of her glance, hastened to her. Madame von Marwitz laid an arm about her neck. "I must bid you good-night, _ma cherie_. I am very tired."
"Tante, dear, I saw that you were so tired, I am so sorry. It has all been a weariness to you," Karen murmured.
"No, my child; no," Madame von Marwitz smiled down into her eyes, pa.s.sing her hand lightly over the little white-rose wreath. "I have seen you, and seen you happy; that is happiness enough for me. Good-night, Mr. Jardine. Karen will come with me."
Pausing for no further farewells, Madame von Marwitz pa.s.sed from the room with a majestic, generalized bending of the head.