Gregory paused, and in the pause, as he observed, Madame von Marwitz was able to withhold for a moment her strange groans and gaspings while she listened. "I don"t think there has been any such effort," he said. "We were both keeping up appearances, your guardian and I; and I think that I kept them up best. As for Herr Lippheim, it was only when you accused me of rudeness to him that I confessed how much it astonished me to find that he was the man your guardian had wished you to marry. It does astonish me. Herr Lippheim isn"t even a gentleman."
"Enough!" cried Madame von Marwitz. She sprang to her feet. "Enough!"
she said, half suffocated. "It is the voice of the cage! We will not stay to hear its standards applied. Come with me, Karen, that I may say farewell to you."
She caught Karen by the arm. Her face was strange, savage, suffused.
Gregory went to open the door for them. "Base one!" she said to him.
"Ignominious one!"
She drew Karen swiftly along the pa.s.sage and, still keeping her sharp clasp of her wrist while she opened and closed the door of her room, she sank, encircling her with her arms, upon the sofa, and wept loudly over her.
Karen, too, was now weeping; heavy, shaking sobs.
"My child! My poor child!" Madame von Marwitz murmured brokenly after a little time had gone. "I would have spared you this. It has come. We have both seen it. And now, so that your life may not be ruined, I must leave it."
"But Tante--my Tante--" sobbed Karen--Madame von Marwitz did not remember that Karen had ever so sobbed before--"you cannot mean those words. What shall I do if you say this? What is left for me?"
"My child, your life is left you," said Madame von Marwitz, holding her close and speaking with her lips in the girl"s hair. "Your husband"s love is left; the happiness that you chose and that I shall shatter if I stay; ah, yes, my Karen, how deny it now? I see my path. It is plain before me. To-night I go to Mrs. Forrester and to-morrow I breathe the air of Cornwall."
"But Tante--wait--wait. You will see Gregory again? You will let him explain? Oh, let me first talk with him! He says bitter things, but so do you, Tante; and he does not mean to offend as much as you think."
At this, after a little pause, Madame von Marwitz drew herself slightly away and put her handkerchief to her eyes and cheeks. The violence of her grief was over. "Does he still so blind you, Karen?" she then asked.
"Do you still not see that your husband hates me--and has hated me from the beginning?"
"Not hate!--Not hate!" Karen sobbed. "He does not understand you--that is all. Only wait--till to-morrow. Only let me talk to him!"
"No. He does not understand. That is evident," said Madame von Marwitz with a bitter smile. "Nor will he ever understand. Will you talk to him, Karen, so that he shall explain why he smirches my love and my sincerity? You know as well as I what was the meaning of those words of his. Can you, loving me, ask me to sue further for the favour of a man who has so insulted me? No. It cannot be. I cannot see him again. You and I are still to meet, I trust; but it cannot again be under this roof."
Karen now sobbed helplessly, leaning forward, her face in her hands, and Madame von Marwitz, again laying an arm around her shoulders, gazed with majestic sorrow into the fire. "Even so," she said at last, when Karen"s sobs had sunken to long, broken breaths; "even so. It is the law of life. Sacrifice: sacrifice: to the very end. Life, to the artist, must be this altar where he lays his joys. We are destined to be alone, Karen. We are driven forth into the wilderness for the sins of the people. So I have often seen it, and cried out against it in my tortured youth, and struggled against it in my strength and in my folly. But now, with another strength, I am enabled to stand upright and to face the vision of my destiny. I am to be alone. So be it."
No answer came, from Karen and Madame von Marwitz, after a pause, continued, in gentler, if no less solemn tones: "And my child, too, is brave. She, too, will stand upright. She, too, has her destiny to fulfil--in the world--not in the wilderness. And if the burden should ever grow too heavy, and the road cut her feet too sharply, and the joy turn to dust, she will remember--always--that Tante"s arms and heart are open to her--at all times, in all places, and to the end of life. And now," this, with a sigh of fatigue, came on a more matter-of-fact note--"let a cab be called for me. Louise will follow with my boxes."
Karen"s tears had ceased. She made no further protest or appeal.
Rising, she dried her eyes, rang and ordered the cab to be called and found her guardian"s white cloak and veiled hat.
And while she shrouded her in these, Madame von Marwitz, still gazing, as if at visions, in the fire, lifted her arms and bent her head with almost the pa.s.sivity of a dead thing. Once or twice she murmured broken phrases: "My ewe-lamb;--taken;--I am very weary. _Mon Dieu, mon Dieu_,--and is this, then, the end...."
She rested heavily on Karen"s shoulder in rising. "Forgive me," she said, leaning her head against hers, "forgive me, beloved one. I have done harm where I meant to make a safer happiness. Forgive me, too, for my bitter words. I should not have spoken as I did. My child knows that it is a hot and pa.s.sionate heart."
Karen, in silence, turned her face to her guardian"s breast.
"And do not," said Madame von Marwitz, speaking with infinite tenderness, while she stroked the bent head, "judge your husband too hardly because of this. He gives what love he can; as he knows love. It is as my child said; he does not understand. It is not given to some to understand. He has lived in a narrow world. Do not judge him hardly, Karen; it is for the wiser, stronger, more loving soul to lift the smaller towards the light. He can still give my child happiness. In that trust I find my strength."
They went down the pa.s.sage together. Gregory came to the drawing-room door. He would have spoken, have questioned, but, shrinking from him and against Karen, as if from an intolerable searing, Madame von Marwitz hastened past him. He heard the front door open and the last silent pause of farewell on the threshold.
Louise scuttled by past him to her mistress"s vacated rooms. She did not see him and he heard that she muttered under her breath: "_Ah! par exemple! C"est trop fort, ma parole d"honneur!_"
As Karen came back from the door he went to meet her.
"Karen," he said, "will you come and talk with me, now?"
She put aside his hand. "I cannot talk. Do not come to me," she said. "I must think." And going into their room she shut the door.
CHAPTER XXVI
The telephone sounded while Gregory next morning ate his solitary breakfast, and the voice of Mrs. Forrester, disembodied of all but its gravity, asked him, if he would, to come and see her immediately.
Gregory asked if Madame von Marwitz were with her. He was not willing, after the final affront that she had put upon him, to encounter Madame von Marwitz again in circ.u.mstances where he might seem to be justifying himself. But, with a deeper drop, the disembodied voice informed him that Madame von Marwitz, ten minutes before, had driven to the station on her way to Cornwall. "You will understand, I think, Gregory," said Mrs. Forrester, "that it is hardly possible for her to face in London, as yet, the situation that you have made for her."
Gregory, to this, replied, shortly, that he would come to her at once, reserving his comments on the imputed blame.
He had pa.s.sed an almost sleepless night, lying in his little dressing-room bed where, by a tacit agreement, never explicitly recognized, he had slept, now, for so many nights. Cold fears, shaped at last in definite forms, stood round him and bade him see the truth. His wife did not love him. From the beginning he had been as nothing to her compared with her guardian. The pale, hard light of her eyes as she had said to him that afternoon, "Speak!" seemed to light the darkness with bitter revelations. He knew that he was what would be called, sentimentally, a broken-hearted man; but it seemed that the process of breaking had been gradual; so that now, when his heart lay in pieces, his main feeling was not of sharp pain but of dull fatigue, not of tragic night, but of a grey commonplace from which all sunlight had slowly ebbed away.
He found Mrs. Forrester in her morning-room among loudly singing canaries and pots of jonquils; and as he shook hands with her he saw that this old friend, so old and so accustomed that she was like a part of his life, was embarra.s.sed. The wrinkles on her withered, but oddly juvenile, face seemed to have shifted to a pattern of perplexity and pained resolution. He was not embarra.s.sed, though he was beaten and done in a way Mrs. Forrester could not guess at; yet he felt an awkwardness.
They had known each other for a life-time, he and Mrs. Forrester, but they were not intimate; and how intimate they would have to become if they were to discuss with anything like frankness the causes and consequences of Madame von Marwitz"s conduct! A gloomy indifference settled on Gregory as he realized that her dear friend"s conduct was the one factor in the causes and consequences that Mrs. Forrester would not be able to appraise at its true significance.
She shook his hand, and seating herself at a little table and slightly tapping it with her fingers, "Now, my dear Gregory," she said, "will you, please, tell me why you have acted like this?"
"Isn"t my case prejudged?" Gregory asked, reconstructing the scene that must have taken place last night when Madame von Marwitz had appeared before her friend.
"No, Gregory; it is not," Mrs. Forrester returned with some terseness, for she felt his remark to be unbecoming. "I hope to have some sort of explanation from you."
"I"m quite ready to explain; but it"s hardly possible that my explanation will satisfy you," said Gregory. "You spoke, just now, when you called me up, of a situation and said I"d made it. My explanation can only consist in saying that I didn"t make it; that Madame von Marwitz made it; that she came to us in order to make it and then to fix the odium of it on me."
Already Mrs. Forrester had flushed. She looked hard at the pot of jonquils near her. "You really believe that?"
"I do. She can"t forgive me for not liking her," said Gregory.
"And you don"t like her. You own to it."
"I don"t like her. I own to it," Gregory replied with a certain frosty relief. It was like taking off damp, threadbare garments that had chilled one for a long time and facing the winter wind, naked, but invigorated. "I dislike her very much."
"May I ask why?" Mrs. Forrester inquired, with careful courtesy.
"I distrust her," said Gregory. "I think she"s dangerous, and tyrannous, and unscrupulous. I think that she"s devoured by egotism. I"m sorry. But if you ask me why, I can only tell you."
Mrs. Forrester sat silent for a moment, and then, the flush on her delicate old cheek deepening, she murmured: "It is worse, far worse, than Mercedes told me. Even Mercedes didn"t suspect this. Gregory,--I must ask you another question: Do you really imagine that you and your cruel thoughts of her would be of the slightest consequence to Mercedes Okraska, if you had not married the child for whose happiness she holds herself responsible?"
"Of course not. She wouldn"t give me another thought, if I weren"t there, in her path; I am in her path, and she feels that I don"t like her, and she hasn"t been able to let me alone."
"She has not let you alone because she hoped to make your marriage secure in the only way in which security was possible for you and Karen.
What happiness could she see for Karen"s future if she were to have cut herself apart from her life; dropped you, and Karen with you? That, doubtless, would have been the easy thing to do. There is indeed no reason why women like Mercedes Okraska, women with the world at their feet, should trouble to think of the young men they may chance to meet, whose exacting moral sense they don"t satisfy. I am glad you see that,"
said Mrs. Forrester, tapping her table.