VIII
I don"t often do things that I have set my mind against doing, but when Destiny lays a hand on one"s steering-gear, unexpected things happen.
My idea has always been that, when my time came to fall seriously in love, the girl would be a Dutch girl. I like and respect Dutch girls.
When you want them, there they are. There"s no nonsense in them--at least, as little as possible, considering that they are females. They don"t fuss about their temperaments, and imagine themselves Mysteries, and Chameleons, and Anomalies, and make themselves and their lovers miserable by trying to be inscrutable. You can generally tell pretty well what they are going to do next, and if you don"t want them to, you can prevent them from doing it. Also they have good nerves and good complexions, and for these reasons, and many others, make perfect wives for men with family traditions to keep up. That is why I always intended to fall seriously in love with a Dutch girl, although my mother was an Englishwoman, and her father (an English earl who thought England the only land) made an American heiress his Countess.
More than once I"ve come near to carrying out my intention, but the feeling I had, never seemed the right feeling, so I let the matter drop, and waited for next time.
A few days ago, I found out that there would never be a next time. I knew this when Rob van Buren spoke of the two girls who were with him at the Prinzenhof on July tenth as his "American cousin and an English friend."
I can never fall in love with a Dutch girl now, for I have done the thing I did not mean to do, and it can"t be undone in this world. Once and for all, that is settled, however it may go with me where the girl is concerned. But it will go hard if I do not have her in the end, and I shall if she is to be got; for the men of my blood soon make up their minds when they want a thing, and they do not rest much until it"s theirs. This peculiarity has often landed them in trouble in past times, and may land me in trouble now; but I"m ready for the risk, as they were.
I didn"t know at first which was the English girl--_my_ girl with the chestnut hair, dark hazel eyes, and rose and white complexion; or the other girl with brown hair, eyes of violet, and skin of cream. But when I encountered my girl in the sea at half-past six in the morning, unchaperoned except by a foolish runaway horse attached to a bathing-machine, I should have guessed that she was the American, even if there had been nothing in her pretty voice to suggest it.
I am sorry that it couldn"t have been the other way round, for my English mother"s sake, since my fate isn"t to be Dutch. But it can"t be helped. I have seen The One Girl, and it would be the same if she were a Red Indian.
I was going to lead up to the subject when van Buren came to speak to me at the Horse Show; but he began it, by thanking me, in the grave way he has, for coming to his cousin"s rescue in the morning. I shouldn"t have referred to that little business, as she might not have mentioned her adventure; but as she had told the story, it gave me a foundation to work on.
I said truly that what I had done was nothing, but hinted that I should be pleased to meet the young lady again; and thereupon expected an invitation to visit his mother"s box. To my surprise, it didn"t come, and Robert"s face showed that there was a reason why.
"My cousin doesn"t deserve that you should take an interest in her," he blurted out. "She is pretty, yes, and perhaps that is why she is so spoiled, for she is vain and capricious and flippant. I wish it were Miss Rivers who had our blood in her veins."
Queerly enough, instead of cooling me off toward the girl, Robert"s criticism of her had the opposite effect. I have liked Robert since I took him under my wing during my last and his first year at Leiden.
Perhaps it tickles my vanity to know that he has been boyish enough to make me into a kind of hero, little though I deserve it, and whenever I have been able to do him a good turn I have done it; but suddenly I found myself thinking him a young brute, and feeling that he deserved kicking.
"I suppose Miss Van Buren hasn"t paid enough attention to your High Mightiness," said I.
"She hasn"t put herself out much," said he; "but it isn"t that I care about, it"s her att.i.tude toward you. Of course you couldn"t help hearing what she said yesterday at the Prinzenhof about the portrait of William the Silent. Because I asked her afterwards if she didn"t think it looked like you, she said not a bit; anyhow she had only been joking, and it was an ugly portrait. Then, this morning at breakfast, when I heard what happened on the beach, I told her that perhaps she would have the chance this afternoon to thank you. Instead of being pleased, she answered that she"d thanked you enough already, that you had run no risk, as what you did was nothing much, after all, and she hoped I wouldn"t bring you. I tell you, Brederode, I could have boxed her ears."
I must confess that mine tingled, and for a moment I felt hurt and angry with the girl, but it was only for a moment. Then I laughed.
"Served you right for forcing me upon her," said I. "Well, it"s evident she"s taken a dislike to me. It must be my business to change that, for I have exactly the opposite feelings toward her. Some day I shall _make_ her like me."
"I wonder you can think it worth while to trouble your head over my cousin, after what I"ve felt it right to tell you," said Robert. "I thought you ought to know, otherwise you would have considered it strange I didn"t ask you to our box, as I should have been proud to do; but I was angry for your sake, and said I wouldn"t bring you near her.
Now, as things are, I don"t see how you can meet my cousin. The van Buren blood is at its worst in her, and it has made her obstinate as a pig."
"Heavens, what a simile!" said I; yet I couldn"t help laughing. "I, too, am obstinate as a pig; and being proud of my Dutch blood, I like her the better for hers, all the more because it"s obstinate blood, and it wouldn"t be true Dutch if it were not. I tell you, Robert, I"m going to know your cousin--not through you; I don"t want that now, but in some other way, which will arrange itself sooner or later--probably sooner."
"I don"t see how," Robert repeated. "I was in hopes that she and Miss Rivers, her stepsister, could have been persuaded by my mother to pay us a long visit, and give up an objectionable plan they have. But Cousin Helen--Nell, as Miss Rivers calls her--has been pig-headed even with my mother. I am sure it is not Miss Rivers"s fault. She is not that kind of girl."
"Do you mind telling me the objectionable plan?" I asked.
"I shall be glad to tell," said he, "and see if you don"t agree with me that it is monstrous, though, strange to say, now mother has talked with the girls, _she_ does not seem to think it as bad as she was inclined to at first. She tells me that they are determined to persist, and she thinks they will come to no harm. My cousin has been left a motor-boat by a friend"s will. You must have seen it: Captain n.o.ble"s "Lorelei,"
which used to lie near the Rowing Club. She and Miss Rivers have come to take a trip through the waterways of Holland, though my mother has learned that their financial circ.u.mstances hardly warrant such an undertaking."
"Plucky girls!" was my comment.
"Ah, but you don"t know all. A young man is going with them, a strange American young man, whom they never saw till yesterday."
"By Jove! In what capacity--as chauffeur?"
"Not at all. As a sort of paying guest, so far as I can understand the arrangement."
"It sounds rather an odd one."
"I should say so; but I mustn"t make you think it"s worse than it is.
There was a misunderstanding about the boat. The American thought he"d hired it from the caretaker, and they were sorry for his disappointment.
He has an aunt, a Scotswoman of t.i.tle, who is to be of the party."
"That makes all the difference, doesn"t it?--not the t.i.tle, but the aunt."
"It makes a difference, certainly; but the man may be an adventurer.
He"s an artist, it appears, named Starr----"
"What, the Starr whose Salon picture made so much talk in Paris this spring?"
"Yes; but being a good artist doesn"t const.i.tute him a good man. He might make love to the girls."
"Beast! So he might, aunt or no aunt. She"ll probably aid and abet him.
I don"t know that I blame you for objecting to such an adventure for your cousin."
"Oh, it isn"t so much for her--that is, except on principle. But I"ve done all I can, and my mother has done all she can, so you can imagine what my cousin"s pig-headedness is like to resist us both. My mother tells me she could do _nothing_ with her; and the girls are leaving us to-morrow. They go back to Rotterdam, where they expect to find Starr"s aunt, and, they hope, a skipper for the motor-boat. Cousin Helen asked if I could recommend a suitable man; but even if I knew one, I should not make it easier for her to flout the wishes of the family."
"Naturally not," said I, with the sort of fellow-feeling for Robert which makes one wondrous kind. And I was sure that if I were Miss Van Buren"s cousin, and had set myself against her doing a certain thing, she would not have done it.
"However, they are returning to Rotterdam early in the morning, and that being the case, as I was saying, I don"t see how it will be possible for you to meet my cousin."
"I bet that I will meet her, and be properly introduced, too, before either of us is a week older," said I, and then was sorry I had clothed my resolve in such crude words. But it was too late to explain or apologize, for at that instant two or three men came up. The thought of what I had blurted out lay heavy on my mind afterwards, and if it had not seemed a far-fetched and even school-missish thing to do, I would have sent a line to Robert asking him to erase that clumsy and impertinent boast from his memory. If he is stupid enough or awkward enough to repeat anything of our conversation, and give Miss Van Buren the impression that I tried to make a wager concerning her, it will be all up with me, I know.
As it is, I can only hope that my words will go out at one ear as fast as they went in at the other.
Next morning I had made no definite plan of action, but thought that as Miss Van Buren was going to Rotterdam, it could do no harm for me to go to Rotterdam too, and see what would happen next. Things of some sort were bound to happen, and one way or other my chance might come before she started on her journey.
My mother is at Chateau Liliendaal, the place where she likes best to spend July and August when we don"t run over to England; but she didn"t expect me to join her for some days, and meanwhile I was free to do as I chose.
I was in hopes that I might see Miss Van Buren in the train, if I took the most popular one in the morning; but she and her stepsister were not on board, so I fancied Robert must be driving them back in the borrowed car, despite his objections to their proceedings.
I went straight to the Rowing Club, where I have several friends, and as I knew from Robert that the motor-boat was "Lorelei" I easily found out where she was lying. The next thing was to go and have a look at her, to see if preparations were being made for an immediate start.
I had forgotten what she was like, but I found her a handsome little craft, with two cabins, and deck-room to accommodate four or five pa.s.sengers; also I learned from a man employed on the quay close by that the motor was an American one of thirty horse-power. He told me as well, by way of gossip, that a rakish barge, moored with her pert bra.s.s nose almost on "Lorelei"s" stern, had been hired, and would be towed by the owners of the motor-boat.
I didn"t know what to make of this bit of information, as Robert had not mentioned a barge; but the skylight meant a studio, so I saw the man Starr"s hand in the arrangement, and began to hate the fellow.
By the time I had loitered in the neighborhood for half an hour or more, it was noon, and it occurred to me that I might go and lunch at Miss Van Buren"s hotel. But this would look like d.o.g.g.i.ng the girl"s footsteps, and eventually I decided upon a more subtle means of gaining my end.
Nevertheless, I strolled past the house; but, seeing n.o.body worth seeing, I reluctantly turned my steps farther on to a garden restaurant--a middle-cla.s.s place, with tables under chestnuts and beeches or in shady arbors for parties of two or four.
It was early still, but the restaurant is popular, and all the small tables under the trees were appropriated. Fortunately, several arbors were empty, although one or two were engaged, and I walked into the first I came to.