When I landed there was hardly anyone on the quay; the fisherman sat caulking his boat, a few boys were fishing in the dark green waters of the harbor - everything exactly as I can still see it to-day - my future dwelling-house already looked at me with familiar friendliness from out its cool, dark window-eyes; the doves cooed in the softly rustling elms; it smelled of pitch and tar and of the inevitable Dutch peat-smoke, which rose from the stove pipes of the fishing smacks lying in the harbor, where the fishermen"s wives were cooking the dinner.
I went straight ahead toward my goal as though I were already a loved and longingly expected lover, smiling and myself wondering at my a.s.surance. I went past the little rope shops, where the door-bell sounded loudly through the empty street when a solitary visitor in Sunday attire stepped out of the shop, past the barber shop with the brightly polished bra.s.s basins, past the few stately mansions with ancient stone gables representing "Fortune" or "Love," where the daughters of the house, from dark side chambers peeped out, from behind the inevitable Clivia Hower-pot, at the rarely pa.s.sing stranger, on to the hotel "de Toelast."
I have, indeed, as I have already with shame confessed to you, been out a couple of times on gallant adventure, but never with such point-blank, unabashed directness as on this summer"s day in my beloved little Dutch city. I also felt none, absolutely none, of the shyness, the conscientious scruples, the nervousness that usually attend the gallant adventures of a married man. I felt like a schoolboy going to claim a prize after a successful examination. My heart only beat a trifle faster with glad expectation - perhaps too with a little fear at the thought of the type that would present itself before my eyes as the father.
I asked directly for the hotel keeper. At my first visit he had not made his appearance. From the out-house, after a long wait, a big lazy Dutch man came shuffling on in a very slovenly and ill-fitting gray suit, a black silk cap, a soiled shirt in place of the missing collar and tie, an open vest full of cigar ashes, a cigar in a paper holder in his mouth, and worn, flowered, green slippers on his feet. When after some little conflict with myself I finally looked into his face, I saw a flushed, full-moon countenance, clean-shaven except for a drooping moustache under a small crooked nose - and in this face one sleepy eye; the other had perhaps once been there, but now was lost.
"Are you Mynheer Van Vianen?" I asked in Dutch, which at the time I still spoke with a p.r.o.nounced Italian accent.
"No!" said the offensive father, without taking the cigar from his mouth.
"But you are the hotel-keeper at any rate?" I asked in a disagreeable state of uncertainty.
"Yes," came the answer just as curtly, as though he wanted to say, "Are you through soon now? Then we"ll go to sleep again."
"But are you not then the father of Juffrouw Van Vianen, who lives in this house?"
"No!" said the man. "She has no father. She"s a foundling."
I could have embraced the unsightly boor. His indelicate communication seemed to me the happiest compliment and the gladdest tidings that I could have expected from him. He could not know that his brutal rudeness, which he in Dutch fashion seemed to take for l.u.s.ty candor, something like "I won"t be bothered talking around the subject" - that this rudeness was for me a blessing. The advantage of not being descended from him he would indeed hardly be able to appreciate. I breathed more freely; it was one of the loveliest moments of this lovely day. The word "foundling" was for me like an opening blind in a dark chamber of boorishness and provincialism, suddenly revealing a vista of distant, mistily romantic perspectives. To be sure I had comforted myself with the thought that the race can, at any time and anywhere, bring forth geniuses through atavism; thus also in the family of a Dutch provincial hotel-keeper, a womanly genius of n.o.ble grace, charm and distinction; but this was after all much sweeter solace. With a foundling one could presuppose n.o.ble ancestors of any nationality. I too now found it unnecessary to talk longer around the subject.
"Then would you kindly tell Juffrouw Van Vianen that there is someone who urgently desires to speak to her?"
The cigar now fell from the gaping mouth and the solitary eye also opened perceptibly wider like that of a hippopotamus emerging from the water. I was scrutinized a while.
"Urgently?" he growled, as though such a thing were most improbable and also improper.
"Yes, urgently."
"Hm!" said the Dutchman. He stuck the paper mouth-piece with the cigar back into his mouth and shuffled back on his slippers to the out-house, the while a remarkable stirring seemed to be going on in the brains underneath the black cap.
A moment later Elsje came. This time she blushed deeply when she saw me, although there was now really less reason for it than last time.
But I knew it was joy, for I also saw her eyes sparkling.
"Oh, is it you!" she said with restrained surprise. "Did you wish to speak with me?"
"If it is convenient to you, Juffrouw Van Vianen?"
"Just step into the upper room. Didn"t your French friend come with you?"
"I crossed the sea alone. The other gentleman is a Hungarian, and not a particular friend of mine either."
"Oh, good!" said Elsje, leaving me in sweet doubts as to what she found good.
We went into the upper room. I can remember a red table cover, cane chairs, a crocheted cover over a tea-set, horrible steel engravings on the walls. Everything lovely and adorable - what would I not give to see it once more! But "de Toelast" has long since been rebuilt.
I felt somewhat embarra.s.sed, yet not oppressed. I refreshed myself by gazing quietly into her soft, bright eyes. I could see only the eyes clearly. Whether the face was pretty or homely I could not judge. It was too intimate, too beloved, too much a part of me.
"Did I guess rightly that you stood watching on the pier out in the rain only on our account last Sunday?"
She nodded gravely. "Yes! I was afraid that you would be drowned. It has indeed happened quite frequently that little yachts were sunk with that wind blowing. And there was no way of saving them."
"Yes, we came off well. But how did you know that we were coming?"
"Well, I saw the people looking out from the quay and I realized that there was a boat in peril."
"But would you have done it for any other boat too?"
Then she remained silent and looked at me long. I thought I saw a mist gathering in her eyes. Her answer sounded timid, as though she dared not say it or feared to be laughed at.
"I was uneasy all morning. The night before too. I have never felt so strangely anxious. Only when I saw your face did I become tranquil."
"Then did you know my face? Had you dreamt of me?"
She shook her head. "Not that I know of. But yet I cannot say that your face is strange to me. I have surely seen it before this." Then as though to herself she whispered: "Where I do not know."
"You knew the Hungarian, didn"t you? He seemed to know you."
Elsie laughed, the short clear laugh that has later so often made me happy.
"Oh, he! - yes, he has been here before. He surely hadn"t much good to say of me."
"Quite the contrary!" said I. "He paid you a great compliment. He said that you were unapproachable."
Elsje laughed still louder.
"How conceited these foreigners are. Especially these dark foreigners who speak French. If you just treat them with ordinary civility they think they can allow themselves anything. I cannot be careful enough with these persons."
That was meant for me, I thought. I made a little bow and said:
"I thank you for your warning. I shall try my best not to foster any illusions and to give you no cause for exercising caution."
She became so embarra.s.sed that I regretted my words.
"Oh, you!" she said with charming emphasis and naive candor: "I really didn"t mean you! - with you I don"t have to be careful - I saw that directly."
"Who knows, Juffrouw Elsie! for I am one of those dark foreigners too, and my Dutch is not yet quite irreproachable."
"You are no stranger to me," she said again, softly and earnestly.
I believe that we said nothing for a long time then, and gazed at each other without finding it in the least embarra.s.sing or oppressing.
We both felt as though the responsibility of our situation did not rest with us, but with One who probably knew best in everything and in whose keeping we were safe.
At last she got up, saying: "You surely want your room put to rights again. It has not been used since you were here last and I saved your bed linen."
"Did you know then that I would come back?"
"I thought you would."