"Did you say breakfast, m"m?" inquired Hilton with an innocent look.
"Breakfast?" repeated Susie; "poor thing, I"d like to know how and where she is to get any."
"Well, then, go and don"t have your breakfast," said Anna impatiently.
She had something to tell Susie that must be told soon, and was not in a mood to bear with Hilton"s ways.
"How hospitable," remarked Susie as the door closed. "Really you are a delightful hostess."
Anna laughed. "I don"t mean to be brutal," she said, "but if we can exist on the food without looking tragic I suppose she can too, especially as it is only for one day."
"My one consolation in leaving Letty here is that she will be dieted in spite of herself. I expect you to bring her back quite thin."
Anna got up restlessly and went to the window.
"And whatever you do, don"t forget that the return tickets only last till the 24th. But you"ll be sick of it long before then."
Anna turned round and leaned her back against the window. The strong morning light was on her hair, and her face was in shadow, yet Susie had a feeling that she was looking guilty.
"Susie, I"ve been thinking," she said with an effort.
"Really? How nice."
"Yes, it was, for I found out what it is that I must do if I mean to be happy. But I"m afraid that _you_ won"t think it nice, and will scold me.
Now don"t scold me."
"Well, tell me what it is." Susie lay staring at Anna"s form against the light, bracing herself to hear something disagreeable. She knew very well from past experience that Anna"s new plan, whatever it was, was certain to be wild and foolish.
"I am going to stay here."
"I know you are, and I know that nothing I can say will make you change your mind. Peter is just like you--the more I show him what a fool he"s going to make of himself the more he insists on doing it. He calls it determination. Average people like myself, with smaller and more easily managed brains than you two wonders have got, call it pigheadedness."
"I don"t mean only for Letty"s holidays; I mean for good."
"For good?" Susie opened her mouth and stared in much the same blank consternation that Dellwig had shown on hearing that she did not like eating pig.
"Don"t be angry with me," said Anna, coming over to the sofa and sitting on the floor by Susie"s side; and she caught hold of her hand and began to talk fast and eagerly. "I always intended spending this money in helping poor people, but didn"t quite know in what way--now I see my way clearly, and I must, _must_ go it. Don"t you remember in the catechism there"s the duty towards G.o.d and the duty towards one"s neighbour----"
"Oh, if you"re going to talk religion----" said Susie, pulling away her hand in great disgust.
"No, no, do listen," said Anna, catching it again and stroking it while she talked, to Susie"s intense irritation, who hated being stroked.
"If you are going into the catechism," she said, "Hilton had better come in again. It might do her good."
"No, no--I only wanted to say that there"s another duty not in the catechism, greater than the duty towards one"s neighbour----"
"My dear Anna, it isn"t likely that you can improve on the catechism.
And fancy wanting to, at breakfast time. Don"t stroke my hand--it gives me the fidgets."
"But I want to explain things--do listen. The duty the catechism leaves out is the duty towards oneself. You can"t get away from your duties, you know, Susie----" And she knit her brows in her effort to follow out her thought.
"My goodness, as though I ever tried! If ever a poor woman did her duty, I"m that woman."
"--and I believe that if I do those two duties, towards my neighbour and myself, I shall be doing my duty towards G.o.d."
Susie gave her body an impatient twist. She thought it positively indecent to speak of sacred things so early in the morning in cold blood. "What has this drivel to do with your stopping here?" she asked angrily.
"It has everything to do with it--my duty towards myself is to be as happy and as good as possible, and my duty towards my neighbour----"
"Oh, bother your neighbour and your duty!" cried Susie in exasperation.
"--is to help him to be good and happy too."
"Him? Her, I hope. Don"t forget decency, my dear. A girl has no duties whatever towards male neighbours."
"Well, I do mean her," said Anna, looking up and laughing.
"So you think that by living here you"ll make yourself happy?"
"Yes, I do--I do think so. Perhaps I am wrong, and shall find out I"m wrong, but I must try."
"You"ll leave all your friends and relations and stay in this G.o.d-forsaken place where you can"t even live like a lady?"
"Uncle Joachim said it was my one chance of leading the better life."
"Unutterable old fool," said Susie with bitterest contempt. "That money, then, is going to be thrown away on Germans? As though there weren"t poor people enough in England, if your ambition is to pose as a benefactress!"
"Oh, I don"t want to pose as anything--I only want to help unhappy wretches," cried Anna, laying her cheek caressingly on Susie"s unwilling hand. "Now don"t scold me--forgive me if I"m silly, and be patient with me till I find out that I"ve made a goose of myself and come creeping back to you and Peter. But I _must_ do it--I _must_ try--I _will_ do what I think is right."
"And who are the wretches, pray, who are to be made happy?"
"Oh, those I am sorriest for--that no one else helps--the genteel ones, if I can only get at them."
"I never heard of genteel wretches," said Susie.
Anna laughed again. "I was thinking it all out in the forest this morning," she said, "and it suddenly flashed across me that this big roomy house was never meant not to be used, and that instead of going to see poor people and giving them money in the ordinary way, it would be so much better to let women of the better cla.s.ses, who have no money, and who are dependent and miserable, come and live with me and share mine, and have everything that I have--exactly the same, with no difference of any sort. There is room for twelve at least, and wouldn"t it be beautiful to make twelve people, who had lost all hope and all courage, happy for the rest of their days?"
"Oh, the girl"s mad!" cried Susie, springing up from the sofa, no longer able to bear herself. She began to walk about the room, not knowing what to say or do, absolutely without sympathy for beneficent impulses, at all times possessed of a fine scorn for ideals, feeling that no argument would be of any avail with an Estcourt whose mind was made up, shocked that good money, so hard to get, and so very precious when got, should be thrown away in such a manner, bewildered by the difficulties of the situation, for how could a girl of Anna"s age live alone, and direct a house full of objects of charity? Would the objects themselves be a sufficient chaperonage? Would her friends at home think so? Would they not blame her, Susie, for having allowed all this? As though she could prevent it! Or would they expect her to stay with Anna in this place till she should marry? As though anybody would ever marry such a lunatic! "Mad, mad, mad!" cried Susie, wringing her hands.
"I was afraid that you wouldn"t like it," said the culprit on the floor, watching her with a distressed face.
"Like it? Oh--mad, mad!" And she continued to walk and wring her hands.
"Well, you"ll stay, then," she said, suddenly stopping in front of Anna, "I know you well enough, and shall waste no breath arguing. That infatuated old man"s money has turned your head--I didn"t know it was so weak. But look into your heart when I am gone--you"ll have time enough and quiet enough--and ask yourself honestly whether what you are going to do is a proper way of paying back all I have done for you, and all the expense you have been. You know what my wishes are about you, and you don"t care one jot. Grat.i.tude! There isn"t a spark of it in your whole body. Never was there a more selfish creature, and I can"t believe that ingrat.i.tude and selfishness are the stuff that makes saints. Don"t dare to talk any more rot about duty to your neighbour to me. An Englishwoman to come and spend her money on German charities----"
"It"s German money," murmured Anna.
"And to _live_ here--to live _here_--oh, mad, mad!" And Susie"s indignation threatening to choke her, she resumed her walk and her gesticulations, her high heels tapping furiously on the bare boards.