"Well, especially at first, I suppose you will have a good many dinners and dances; Gregory is fond of dancing, you know. But I don"t think you lead such a taxing social life, do you, Gregory? You are a rather sober person, aren"t you?"
"That is what I thought," said Karen. "For I am sober, too, and I want to read so many things, in the evening, you know, Gregory. I want to read Political Economy and understand about politics; Tante does not care for politics, but she always finds me too ignorant of the large social questions. You will teach me all that, won"t you? And we must hear so much music; and travel, too, in your holidays; I do not see how we can have much time for many dinners. As for dances, I do not know how to dance; would that make any difference, when you went? I could sit and look on, couldn"t I?"
"No, indeed; you can"t sit and look on; you"ll have to dance with me,"
said Gregory. "I will teach you dancing as well as Political Economy.
She must have lessons, mustn"t she, Betty? Of course you must learn to dance."
"I do not think I shall learn easily," Karen said, smiling from him to Betty. "I do not think I should do you credit in a ballroom. But I will try, of course."
Gregory was quite prepared for Betty"s probes when Karen went upstairs to her room. "What a dear she is, Gregory," she said; "and how clever it was of you to find her, hidden away as she has been. I suppose the life of a great musician doesn"t admit of formalities. She never had time to introduce, as it were, her adopted daughter."
"Well, no; a great musician could hardly take an adopted or a real daughter around to dances; and Karen isn"t exactly adopted."
"No, I see." Betty"s eyes sounded him. "She is really very nice I suppose, Madame von Marwitz? You like her very much? Mrs. Forrester dotes upon her, of course; but Mrs. Forrester is an enthusiast."
"And I"m not, as you know," Gregory returned, he flattered himself, with skill. "I don"t think that I shall ever dote on Madame von Marwitz. When I know her I hope to like her very much. At present I hardly know her better than you do."
"Ah--but you must know a great deal about her from Karen," said Betty, who could combine tact with pertinacity; "but she, too, in that respect, is an enthusiast, I suppose."
"Well, naturally. It"s been a wonderful relationship. You remember you felt that so much in telling me about Karen at the very first."
"Of course; and it"s all true, isn"t it; the forest and all the rest of it. Only, not having met Karen, one didn"t realize how much Madame von Marwitz was in luck." Betty, it was evident, had already begun to wonder whether Tante was as lovely as she looked.
CHAPTER XV
"Dear Mrs. Forrester, you know that I worship the ground she treads on,"
said Miss Scrotton; "but it can"t be denied--can you deny it?--that Mercedes is capricious."
It was one day only after Miss Scrotton"s return from America and she had returned alone, and it was to this fact that she alluded rather than to the more general results of Madame von Marwitz"s sudden postponement.
Owing to the postponement, Karen to-day was being married in Cornwall without her guardian"s presence. Miss Scrotton had touched on that. She had said that she didn"t think Mercedes would like it, she had added that she couldn"t herself, however inconvenient delay might have been, understand how Karen and Gregory could have done it. But she had not at first much conjecture to give to the bridal pair. It was upon the fact that Mercedes, at the last moment, had thrown all plans overboard, that she dwelt, with a nipped and tightened utterance and a gaze, fixed on the wall above the tea-table, almost tragic. Mrs. Forrester was the one person in whom she could confide. It was through Mrs. Forrester that she had met Mercedes; her devotion to Mercedes const.i.tuted to Mrs.
Forrester, as she was aware, her chief merit. Not that Mrs. Forrester wasn"t fond of her; she had been fond of her ever since, as a relative of the Jardines" and a precociously intelligent little girl who had published a book on Port-Royal at the age of eighteen, she had first attracted her attention at a literary tea-party. But Mrs. Forrester would not have sat so long or listened so patiently to any other theme than the one that so absorbed them both and that so united them in their absorption. Miss Scrotton even suspected that a tinge of bland and kindly pity coloured Mrs. Forrester"s readiness to sympathize. She must know Mercedes well enough to know that she could give her devotees bad half hours, though the galling thing was to suspect that Mrs. Forrester was one of the few people to whom she wouldn"t give them. Mrs. Forrester might worship as devoutly as anybody, yet her devotion never let her in for so much forbearance and sacrifice. Perhaps, poor Miss Scrotton worked it out, the reason was that to Mrs. Forrester Mercedes was but one among many, whereas to herself Mercedes was the central prize and treasure. Mrs. Forrester was incapable of a pang of jealousy or emulation; she was always delighted yet never eager. When, in the first flow of intimacy with Mercedes, Miss Scrotton had actually imagined, for an ecstatic and solemn fortnight, that she stood first with her, Mrs.
Forrester had met her air of irrepressible triumph with a geniality in which was no trace of grievance or humiliation. The downfall had been swift; Mercedes had snubbed her one day, delicately and accurately, in Mrs. Forrester"s presence, and Miss Scrotton"s cheek still burned when she remembered it. There were thus all sorts of unspoken things between her and Mrs. Forrester, and not the least of them was that her folly should have endeared her. Miss Scrotton at once chafed against and relied upon her old friend"s magnanimity. Her intercourse with her was largely made up of a gloomy demand for sympathy and a stately evasion of it.
Mrs. Forrester now poured her out a second cup of tea, answering, soothingly, "Yes, she is capricious. But what do you expect, my dear Eleanor? She is a force of nature, above our little solidarities and laws. What do you expect? When one worships a force of nature, _il faut subir son sort_." It was kind of Mrs. Forrester to include herself in these submissions.
"I had really built all my summer about the plans that we had made,"
Miss Scrotton said. "Mercedes was to have come back with me, I was to have stopped in Cornwall for Karen"s marriage and after my month here in London I was to have joined her at Les Solitudes for August. Now August is empty and I had refused more than one very pleasant invitation in order to go to Mercedes. She isn"t coming back for another three months."
"You didn"t care to go with the Aspreys to the Adirondacks?"
"How could I go, dear Mrs. Forrester, when I was full of engagements here in London for July? And, moreover, they didn"t ask me. It is rather curious when one comes to think of it. I brought the Aspreys and Mercedes together, I gave her to them, one may say, but, I am afraid I must own it, they seized her and looked upon me as a useful rung in the ladder that reached her. It has been a disillusionizing experience, I can"t deny it; but _pa.s.sons_ for the Aspreys and their kind. The fact is," said Miss Scrotton, dropping her voice a little, "the real fact is, dear Mrs. Forrester, that the Aspreys aren"t responsible. It wasn"t for them she"d have stayed, and I think they must realize it. No, it is all Claude Drew. He is at the bottom of everything that I feel as strange and altered in Mercedes. He has an unholy influence over her, oh, yes, I mean it, Mrs. Forrester. I have never seen Mercedes so swayed before."
"Swayed?" Mrs. Forrester questioned.
"Oh, but yes, indeed. He managed the whole thing--and when I think that he would in all probability never have seen the Aspreys if it had not been for me!--Mercedes had him asked there, you know; they are very, but very, very fashionable people, they know everybody worth knowing all over the world. I needn"t tell you that, of course. But it was all arranged, he and Mercedes, and Lady Rose and the Marquis de Hautefeuille, and a young American couple--with the Aspreys in the background as universal providers--it made a little group where I was plainly _de trop_. Mr. Drew planned everything with her. She is to have her piano and he is to write a book under her aegis. And they are to live in the pinewoods with the most elaborate simplicity. However, I am sure the Adirondacks will soon bore her."
"And how soon will Mr. Drew bore her?" asked Mrs. Forrester, who had listened to these rather pitiful revelations with, now and then, a slight elevation of her intelligent eyebrows.
The question gave Miss Scrotton an opportunity for almost ominous emphasis; she paused over it, holding Mrs. Forrester with a brooding eye.
"He won"t bore her," she then brought out.
"What, never? never?" Mrs. Forrester questioned gaily.
"Never, never," Miss Scrotton repeated. "He is too clever. He will keep her interested--and uncertain."
"Well," Mrs. Forrester returned, as if this were all to the good, "it is a comfort to think that the poor darling has found a distraction."
"You feel it that? I wish I could. I wish I could feel it anything but an infatuation. If only he weren"t so much the type of a great woman"s folly; if only he weren"t so of the region of whispers. It isn"t like our wonderful Sir Alliston; one sees her there standing high on a mountain peak with the winds of heaven about her. To see her with Mr.
Drew is like seeing her through some ambiguous, sticky fog. Oh, I can"t deny that it has all made me very, very unhappy." Tears blinked in Miss Scrotton"s eyes.
Mrs. Forrester was kind, she leaned forward and patted Miss Scrotton"s hand, she smiled rea.s.suringly, and she refused, for a moment, to share her anxiety. "No, no, no," she said, "you are troubling yourself quite needlessly, my dear Eleanor. Mercedes is amusing herself and the young man is an interesting young man; she has talked to me and written to me about him. And I think she needed distraction just now, I think this marriage of little Karen"s has affected her a good deal. The child is of course connected in her mind with so much that is dear and tragic in the past."
"Oh, Karen!" said Miss Scrotton, who, drying her eyes, had accepted Mrs.
Forrester"s consolations with a slight sulkiness, "she hasn"t given a thought to Karen, I can a.s.sure you."
"No; you can"t a.s.sure me, Eleanor," Mrs. Forrester returned, now with a touch of severity. "I don"t think you quite understand how deep a bond of that sort can be for Mercedes--even if she seldom speaks of it. She has written to me very affectingly about it. I only hope she will not take it to heart that they could not wait for her. I could not blame them. Everything was arranged; a house in the Highlands lent to them for the honeymoon."
"Take it to heart? Dear me no; she won"t like it, probably; but that is a different matter."
"Gregory is radiant, you know."
"Is he?" said Miss Scrotton gloomily. "I wish I could feel radiant about that match; but I can"t. I did hope that Gregory would marry well."
"It isn"t perhaps quite what one would have expected for him," Mrs.
Forrester conceded; "but she is a dear girl. She behaved very prettily while she was here with Lady Jardine."
"Did she? It is a very different marriage, isn"t it, from the one that Mercedes had thought suitable. She told you, I suppose, about Franz Lippheim."
"Yes; I heard about that. Mercedes was a good deal disappointed. She is very much attached to the young man and thought that Karen was, too. I have never seen him."
"From what I"ve heard he seemed to me as eminently suitable a husband for Karen as my poor Gregory is unsuitable. What he can have discovered in the girl, I can"t imagine. But I remember now how much interested in her he was on that day that he met her here at tea. She is such a dull girl," said Miss Scrotton sadly. "Such a heavy, clumsy person. And Gregory has so much wit and irony. It is very curious."
"These things always are. Well, they are married now, and I wish them joy."
"No one is at the wedding, I suppose, but old Mrs. Talcott. The next thing we shall hear will be that Sir Alliston has fallen in love with Mrs. Talcott," said Miss Scrotton, indulging her gloomy humour.
"Oh, yes; the Jardines went down, and Mrs. Morton;"--Mrs. Morton was a married sister of Gregory"s. "Lady Jardine has very much taken to the child you know. They have given her a lovely little tiara."
"Dear me," said Miss Scrotton; "it is a case of Cinderella. No; I can"t rejoice over it, though, of course I wish them joy; I wired to them this morning and I"m sending them a very handsome paper-cutter of dear father"s. Gregory will appreciate that, I think. But no; I shall always be sorry that she didn"t marry Franz Lippheim."