"DO you? I should rather ask," the young man gaily enough replied.
"Why should I not? How should I not? You know what I know." Then as to explain herself and attenuate a little the sudden emphasis with which she had spoken: "I remember your once telling me that I must take in things at my pores."
Her companion stared, but with his laugh again changed his posture.
"That you" must--?"
"That I do--and you were quite right."
"And when did I make this extraordinary charge?"
"Ah then," said Nanda, "you admit it IS a charge. It was a long time ago--when I was a little girl. Which made it worse!" she dropped.
It made it at all events now for Vanderbank more amusing. "Ah not worse--better!"
She thought a moment. "Because in that case I mightn"t have understood?
But that I do understand is just what you"ve always meant."
""Always," my dear Nanda? I feel somehow," he rejoined very kindly, "as if you overwhelmed me!"
"You "feel" as if I did--but the reality is just that I don"t. The day I overwhelm you, Mr. Van--!" She let that pa.s.s, however; there was too much to say about it and there was something else much simpler. "Girls understand now. It has got to be faced, as Tishy says."
"Oh well," Vanderbank laughed, "we don"t require Tishy to point that out to us. What are we all doing most of the time but trying to face it?"
"Doing? Aren"t you doing rather something very different? You"re just trying to dodge it. You"re trying to make believe--not perhaps to yourselves but to US--that it isn"t so."
"But surely you don"t want us to be any worse!"
She shook her head with brisk gravity. "We don"t care really what you are."
His amus.e.m.e.nt now dropped to her straighter. "Your "we" is awfully beautiful. It"s charming to hear you speak for the whole lovely lot.
Only you speak, you know, as if you were just the cla.s.s apart that you yet complain of our--by our scruples--implying you to be."
She considered this objection with her eyes on his face. "Well then we do care. Only--!"
"Only it"s a big subject."
"Oh yes--no doubt; it"s a big subject." She appeared to wish to meet him on everything reasonable. "Even Mr. Longdon admits that."
Vanderbank wondered. "You mean you talk over with him--!"
"The subject of girls? Why we scarcely discuss anything else."
"Oh no wonder then you"re not bored. But you mean," he asked, "that he recognises the inevitable change--?"
"He can"t shut his eyes to the facts. He sees we"re quite a different thing."
"I dare say"--her friend was fully appreciative. "Yet the old thing--what do YOU know of it?"
"I personally? Well, I"ve seen some change even in MY short life. And aren"t the old books full of us? Then Mr. Longdon himself has told me."
Vanderbank smoked and smoked. "You"ve gone into it with him?"
"As far as a man and a woman can together."
As he took her in at this with a turn of his eye he might have had in his ears the echo of all the times it had been dropped in Buckingham Crescent that Nanda was "wonderful." She WAS indeed. "Oh he"s of course on certain sides shy."
"Awfully--too beautifully. And then there"s Aggie," the girl pursued. "I mean for the real old thing."
"Yes, no doubt--if she BE the real old thing. But what the deuce really IS Aggie?"
"Well," said Nanda with the frankest interest, "she"s a miracle. If one could be her exactly, absolutely, without the least little mite of change, one would probably be wise to close with it. Otherwise--except for anything BUT that--I"d rather brazen it out as myself."
There fell between them on this a silence of some minutes, after which it would probably not have been possible for either to say if their eyes had met while it lasted. This was at any rate not the case as Vanderbank at last remarked: "Your bra.s.s, my dear young lady, is pure gold!"
"Then it"s of me, I think, that Harold ought to borrow."
"You mean therefore that mine isn"t?" Vanderbank went on.
"Well, you really haven"t any natural "cheek"--not like SOME of them.
You"re in yourself as uneasy, if anything"s said and every one giggles or makes some face, as Mr. Longdon, and if Lord Petherton hadn"t once told me that a man hates almost as much to be called modest as a woman does, I"d say that very often in London now you must pa.s.s some bad moments."
The present might precisely have been one of them, we should doubtless have gathered, had we seen fully recorded in Vanderbank"s face the degree to which this prompt response embarra.s.sed or at least stupefied him. But he could always provisionally laugh. "I like your "in London now"!"
"It"s the tone and the current and the effect of all the others that push you along," she went on as if she hadn"t heard him. "If such things are contagious, as every one says, you prove it perhaps as much as any one. But you don"t begin"--she continued blandly enough to work it out for him; "or you can"t at least originally have begun. Any one would know that now--from the terrific effect I see I produce on you--by talking this way. There it is--it"s all out before one knows it, isn"t it, and I can"t help it any more than you can, can I?" So she appeared to put it to him, with something in her lucidity that would have been infinitely touching; a strange grave calm consciousness of their common doom and of what in especial in it would be worst for herself. He sprang up indeed after an instant as if he had been infinitely touched; he turned away, taking just near her a few steps to and fro, gazed about the place again, but this time without the air of particularly seeing it, and then came back to her as if from a greater distance. An observer at all initiated would, at the juncture, fairly have hung on his lips, and there was in fact on Vanderbank"s part quite the look of the man--though it lasted but just while we seize it--in suspense about himself. The most initiated observer of all would have been poor Mr.
Longdon, in that case destined, however, to be also the most defeated, with the sign of his tension a smothered "Ah if he doesn"t do it NOW!"
Well, Vanderbank didn"t do it "now," and the odd slow irrelevant sigh he gave out might have sufficed as the record of his recovery from a peril lasting just long enough to be measured. Had there been any measure of it meanwhile for Nanda? There was nothing at least to show either the presence or the relief of anxiety in the way in which, by a prompt transition, she left her last appeal to him simply to take care of itself. "You haven"t denied that Harold does borrow."
He gave a sound as of cheer for this luckily firmer ground. "My dear child, I never lent the silly boy five pounds in my life. In fact I like the way you talk of that. I don"t know quite for what you take me, but the number of persons to whom I HAVE lent five pounds--!"
"Is so awfully small"--she took him up on it--"as not to look so very well for you?" She held him an instant as with the fine intelligence of his meaning in this, and then, though not with sharpness, broke out: "Why are you trying to make out that you"re nasty and stingy? Why do you misrepresent--?"
"My natural generosity? I don"t misrepresent anything, but I take, I think, rather markedly good care of money." She had remained in her place and he was before her on the gra.s.s, his hands in his pockets and his manner perhaps a little awkward. "The way you young things talk of it!"
"Harold talks of it--but I don"t think _I_ do. I"m not a bit expensive--ask mother, or even ask father. I do with awfully little--for clothes and things, and I could easily do with still less. Harold"s a born consumer, as Mitchy says; he says also he"s one of those people who will never really want."
"Ah for that, Mitchy himself will never let him."
"Well then, with every one helping us all round, aren"t we a lovely family? I don"t speak of it to tell tales, but when you mention hearing from Harold all sorts of things immediately come over me. We seem to be all living more or less on other people, all immensely "beholden." You can easily say of course that I"m worst of all. The children and their people, at Bognor, are in borrowed quarters--mother got them lent her--as to which, no doubt, I"m perfectly aware that I ought to be there sharing them, taking care of my little brother and sister, instead of sitting here at Mr. Longdon"s expense to expose everything and criticise. Father and mother, in Scotland, are on a grand campaign.
Well"--she pulled herself up--"I"m not in THAT at any rate. Say you"ve lent Harold only five shillings," she went on.
Vanderbank stood smiling. "Well, say I have. I never lend any one whatever more."
"It only adds to my conviction," Nanda explained, "that he writes to Mr.
Longdon."
"But if Mr. Longdon doesn"t say so--?" Vanderbank objected.
"Oh that proves nothing." She got up as she spoke. "Harold also works Granny." He only laughed out at first for this, while she went on: "You"ll think I make myself out fearfully deep--I mean in the way of knowing everything without having to be told. That IS, as you say, mamma"s great accomplishment, so it must be hereditary. Besides, there seem to me only too many things one IS told. Only Mr. Longdon has in fact said nothing."