Madame von Marwitz did not look at her. She continued to gaze as serenely at Karen as though Betty were a dog that had barked irrelevantly from the hearth-rug. But Karen fixed widened eyes upon her.
"I do not need to consult Gregory, Betty," she said. "We have, I know, no engagements for this Sat.u.r.day to Monday, and he will be delighted for me that I am to go with Tante."
"That may be, my dear," Betty returned with a manner as imperturbable as Madame von Marwitz"s; "but I think that you should give him an opportunity of saying so. He may not care for his wife to go to strangers without him."
"They are not strangers. They are friends of Tante"s."
"Gregory may not care for you to make--as Madame von Marwitz suggests--a different set of friends from his own."
"If they become my friends they will become his," said Karen.
During this little altercation, Madame von Marwitz, large and white, her profile turned to Betty, sat holding Karen"s hand and gazing at her with an almost slumbrous melancholy.
Mrs. Forrester, controlling her displeasure with some difficulty, interposed. "I don"t think Lady Jardine really quite understands the position, Karen," she said. "It isn"t the normal one, Lady Jardine.
Madame von Marwitz stands, really, to Karen in a mother"s place."
"Oh, but I can"t agree with you, Mrs. Forrester," Betty replied. "Madame von Marwitz doesn"t strike me as being in the least like Karen"s mother.
And she isn"t Karen"s mother. And Karen"s husband, now, should certainly stand first in her life."
A silence followed the sharp report. Mrs. Forrester"s and Karen"s eyes had turned on the Baroness who sat still, as though her breast had received the shot. With tragic eyes she gazed out above Karen"s head; then: "It is true," she said in a low voice, as though communing with herself; "I am indeed alone." She rose. With the slow step of a Niobe she moved down the room and disappeared.
"I do not forgive you for this, Betty," said Karen, following her guardian. Betty, like a naughty school-girl, was left confronting Mrs.
Forrester across the tea-table.
"Lady Jardine," said the old lady, fixing her bright eyes on her guest, "I don"t think you can have realised what you were saying. Madame von Marwitz"s isolation is one of the many tragedies of her life, and you have made it clear to her."
"I"m very sorry," said Betty. "But I feel what Madame von Marwitz is doing to be so mistaken, so wrong."
"These formalities don"t obtain nowadays, especially if a wife is so singularly related to a woman like Madame von Marwitz. And Mercedes is quite above all such little consciousnesses, I a.s.sure you. She is not aware of sets, in that petty way. It is merely a treat she is giving the child, for she knows how much Karen loves to be with her. And it is only in her train that Karen goes."
"Precisely." Betty had risen and stood smoothing her m.u.f.f and not feigning to smile. "In her train. I don"t think that Gregory"s wife should go in anybody"s train."
"It was markedly in Mercedes"s train that he found her."
"All the more reason for wishing now to withdraw her from it. Karen has become something more than Madame von Marwitz"s _panache_."
Mrs. Forrester at this fixed Betty very hard and echoes of Miss Scrotton rang loudly. "You must let me warn you, Lady Jardine," she said, "that you are making a position, difficult already for Mercedes, more difficult still. It would be a grievous thing if Karen were to recognize her husband"s jealousy. I"m afraid I can"t avoid seeing what you have made so plain to-day, that Gregory is trying to undermine Karen"s relation to her guardian."
At this Betty had actually to laugh. "But don"t you see that it is simply the other way round?" she said. "It is Madame von Marwitz who is trying to undermine Karen"s relation to Gregory. It is she who is jealous. It"s that I can"t avoid seeing."
"I don"t think we have anything to gain by continuing this conversation," Mrs. Forrester replied. "May I give you some more tea before you go?"
"No, thanks. Is Karen coming with me, I wonder? We had arranged that I was to take her home."
Mrs. Forrester rang the bell and she and Betty stood in an uneasy silence until the man returned to say that Mrs. Jardine was to spend the evening with Madame von Marwitz who had suddenly been taken very ill.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" Mrs. Forrester almost moaned. "This means one of her terrible headaches and we were to have dined out. I must telephone excuses at once."
"I wish I hadn"t had to make you think me such a pig," said Betty.
"I don"t think you a pig," said Mrs. Forrester, "but I do think you a very mistaken and a very unwise woman. And I do beg you, for Gregory and for Karen"s sake, to be careful what you do."
CHAPTER XXI
"I"m afraid you think that I"ve made a dreadful mess of things, Gregory.
I simply couldn"t help myself," said Betty, half an hour later. "If only she hadn"t gone on gazing at Karen in that aggressive way I might have curbed my tongue, and if only, afterwards, Mrs. Forrester hadn"t shown herself such an infatuated partisan. But I"m afraid she was right in saying that I was an unwise woman. Certainly I haven"t made things easier for you, unless you want a _situation nette_. It"s there to your hand if you do want it, and in your place I should. It was a challenge she gave, you know, to you through me. After the other night there was no mistaking it. I should forbid Karen to go on Sat.u.r.day."
Gregory stood before her still wearing his overcoat, for they had driven up simultaneously to the door below, his hands in his pockets and eyes of deep cogitation fixed on his sister-in-law. He was inclined to think that she had made a dreadful mess of things; yet, at the same time, he was feeling a certain elation in the chaos thus created.
"You advise me to declare war on Madame von Marwitz?" he inquired.
"Come; the situation is hardly _nette_ enough to warrant that; what?"
"Ah; you do see it then!" Betty from the sofa where she sat erect, her hands in her m.u.f.f, almost joyfully declared. "You do see, then, what she is after!"
He didn"t intend to let Betty see what he saw, if that were now possible. "She"s after Karen, of course; but why not? It"s a jealous and exacting affection, that is evident; but as long as Karen cares to satisfy it I"m quite pleased that she should. I can"t declare war on Madame von Marwitz, Betty, even if I wanted to. Because, if she is fond of Karen, Karen is ten times fonder of her."
"Expose her to Karen!" Betty magnificently urged. "You can I"m sure.
You"re been seeing things more and more clearly, just as I have; you"ve been seeing that Madame von Marwitz, as far as her character goes, is a fraud. Trip her up. Have things out. Gregory, I warn you, she"s a dangerous woman, and Karen is a very simple one."
"But that"s just it, my dear Betty. If Karen is too simple to see, now, that she"s dangerous, how shall I make her look so? It"s I who"ll look the jealous idiot Mrs. Forrester thinks me," Gregory half mused to himself. "And, besides, I really don"t know that I should want to trip her up. I don"t know that I should like to have Karen disillusioned.
She"s a fraud if you like, and Karen, as I say, is ten times fonder of her than she is of Karen; but she is fond of Karen; I do believe that.
And she has been a fairy-G.o.dmother to her. And they have been through all sorts of things together. No; their relationship is one that has its rights. I see it, and I intend to make Madame von Marwitz feel that I see it. So that my only plan is to go on being suave and acquiescent."
"Well; you may have to sacrifice me, then. Karen is indignant with me, I warn you."
"I"m a resourceful person, Betty. I shan"t sacrifice you. And you must be patient with Karen."
Betty, who had risen, stood for a moment looking at the Bouddha.
"Patient? I should think so. She is the one I"m sorriest for. Are you going to keep that ridiculous thing in here permanently, Gregory?"
"It"s symbolic, isn"t it?" said Gregory. "It will stay here, I suppose, as long as Madame von Marwitz and Karen go on caring for each other.
With all my griefs and suspicions I hope that the Bouddha is a fixture."
He felt, after Betty had gone, that he had burned a good many of his boats in thus making her, to some extent, his confidant. He had confessed that he had griefs and suspicions, and that, in itself, was to involve still further his relation to his wife. But he had kept from Betty how grave were his grounds for suspicion. The bearing away of Karen to the ducal week-end wasn"t really, in itself, so alarming an incident; but, as a sequel to Madame von Marwitz"s parting declaration of the other evening, her supremely insolent, "I must see what I can do," it became sinister and affected him like the sound of a second, more prolonged, more reverberating clash upon the gong. To submit was to show himself in Madame von Marwitz"s eyes as contemptibly supine; to protest was to appear in Karen"s as meanly petty.
His reflections were interrupted by the ringing of the telephone and when he went to it Karen"s voice told him that she was spending the evening with Tante, who was ill, and that she would not be back till ten. Something chill and authoritative in the tones affected him unpleasantly. Karen considered that she had a grievance and perhaps suspected him of being its cause. After all, he thought, hanging up the receiver with some abruptness, there was such a thing as being too simple. One had, indeed, to be very patient with her. And one thing he promised himself whatever came of it; he wasn"t going to sacrifice Betty by one jot or t.i.ttle to his duel with Madame von Marwitz.
It was past ten when Karen returned and his mood of latent hostility melted when he saw how tired she looked and how unhappy. She, too, had steeled herself in advance against something that she expected to find in him and he was thankful to feel that she wouldn"t find it. She was to find him suave and acquiescent; he would consent without a murmur to Madame von Marwitz"s plan for the week-end.
"Darling, I"m so sorry that she"s ill, your guardian," he said, taking her hat and coat from her as she sank wearily on the sofa. "How is she now?"
She looked up at him in the rosy light of the electric lamps and her face showed no temporizing recognitions or grat.i.tudes. "Gregory," she said abruptly, "do you mind--does it displease you--if I go with Tante next Sat.u.r.day to stay with some friends of hers?"
"Mind? Why should I?" said Gregory, standing before her with his hands in his pockets. "I"d rather have you here, of course. I"ve been feeling a little deserted lately. But I want you to do anything that gives you pleasure."