Never, during the whole course of the trip, had I been as glad to arrive at a place as I was to arrive at Groningen.
We ought, according to the program of our itinerary mapped out by Alb, to have reached the big town in the afternoon instead of morning, and to have spent the time till evening in seeing sights. But all was changed now. Luckily Alb (who is an uncomfortable stickler for truth at all costs) could conscientiously inform the girls that Groningen"s princ.i.p.al attractions might be seen in a couple of hours.
We tore round the place in the fastest cab to be got, I having bribed the driver not to spare his horse; yet it was at Alb the girls looked reproachfully, when they were allowed but three minutes in the largest market-place of Holland, five for St. Martin"s Church and the organ praised by diplomatic Erasmus, two to search vainly for diamond-gleaming gla.s.s tiles on houses which Amici admired forty years ago; and another grudging two for a gallop through the Noorden Plantation, of which the rich town is proud. There must be something about my appearance which convinces people that, whatever evil is afoot, I, at least, am innocent.
I have noticed this since boyhood, the phenomenon being most conspicuous when I was least deserving; whereas, with Alb, it is the other way round. His darkly handsome face, with its severely clear-cut features, his black hair and brows, his somber eyes, are the legitimate qualifications of the stage villain. Even the well-known cigarette is seldom lacking; therefore, if I wished for revenge, I have often had it.
When I am to blame for anything, Alb is sure to be suspected.
Indeed, any one might have thought, from the impatient fire in his eyes, as he steered "Lorelei" (alias "Mascotte") through the ca.n.a.l after leaving Groningen, that his was the secret need for haste, his the guilty desire to escape.
As for me, I hid my rage at the legal mandate which here compelled us to "go no faster than a man can walk." Under an air of blithe _insouciance_ I disguised my fears, never starting perceptibly at "any toot" behind us which might mean Sir Alec on our track, and appearing to enjoy with the free spirit of a boy, the one great amus.e.m.e.nt of the day.
This consisted in surprising and making happy many families of children on board the lighters we pa.s.sed, by bestowing upon them toys and strange sugary cakes bought at Leeuwarden Kermess. Not all the lighters had children, but those that had, owned dozens, and all the ugly ones had whooping-cough.
If I had been given my way, only the pretty children and those who did not whoop should have got presents; but the extraordinary lady who plays the part of aunt to me, and chaperon to the Angels, said that the uglier you are, the more gifts you need. Perhaps it is on this principle she has demanded so many from me. But--_is_ she ugly? I hardly know. She has one of those strange little faces which do not seem to express the soul behind them--a face whose features I can"t see when I shut my eyes. I should like, by the way, to know what hers are like, behind her big blue spectacles; but she says they are not strong, so possibly the blue gla.s.s is a merciful dispensation.
Her mildest hints, as well as her commands, are invariably acted upon, and though she seldom insists, she magnetizes. Accordingly, the ugliest children got the best things; but as there were more pretty than ugly ones, the toys lasted all the way along the somewhat monotonous ca.n.a.l to a.s.sen, a little town half lost in its own forests.
It took us till evening to get there, and as we were to sleep on the boats, rather than risk the hotel, I proposed to Alb that we should start again early the next morning, before the ladies waked. "There can"t be much to see at a.s.sen," said I, "and if, after he"d been given the slip, my peppery Scotch uncle tumbled to the idea of "Lorelei" and "Mascotte" being one----"
"That would be reason enough for stopping at a.s.sen," said Brederode.
"There _are_ things to see there, very good and unique things; but ordinary tourists don"t often hear about them, and if Sir Alec MacNairne is chasing us, he"ll glide by a.s.sen without a thought."
This put a different face on the matter, and I was able to smile calmly when Alb whetted the Angels" appet.i.te by describing the treasures concealed among the groves surrounding a.s.sen. They were not exactly at a.s.sen, it seemed, but a.s.sen was the starting-point, and from there you set forth in carriages to Rolde, for the purpose of gazing upon Hunnebetten.
What these might be, when you found them, I had not an idea, though pride forbade me to inquire of Alb, especially before the girls. But pride never forbids Aunt Fay"s little counterfeit presentment (perhaps it will save time if in the future I allude to her as the L.C.P.) to ask any question. She is never satisfied with guide-books, but demands and absorbs information about every place we visit, scribbling down notes in the book she wears on her chatelaine. (There must have been dozens of "refills" fitted in between the silver covers since we started, though what she wants of the stuff she collects, I can"t imagine.) She did not hesitate to exclaim, "What on earth are Hunnebetten?" And there was no ignominy in listening, with a bored air of having been born knowing these things, while Alb described the objects as supposed graves of Huns, built of glacier-borne stones.
Next morning we drove out to worship at these ancient shrines, winding along a charming, wooded road, through avenues of young oaks, balsamic pine forests, and acres of purple heather, to say nothing of a certain pink flower which must be heather"s Dutch cousin.
Some of the Hunnebetten were hidden in the woods, others rose gloomily out of the sweet simplicity of a hayfield, but each contrived to give the effect of a miniature Stonehenge, and had there been only one monument instead of three, it would have been worth the trouble we took to see it. Besides, our expedition was rewarded in another way. When we returned to the boats after breakfasting at a _cafe_ in the woods, it was to hear that a motor-launch, patriotically bearing the name of "Wilhelmina," had gone by, faster than the legal limit, as if in haste to reach Meppel. According to Hendrik and Toon, a tall gentleman had sprung up from the deck-chair, rushed to the rail, and stared hard at "Mascotte"; but "Wilhelmina" had not slowed down.
On hearing this news, I was inclined to make an excuse for lingering at a.s.sen; but Alb was of opinion that it would be as safe, and far less dull, to go on. "Wilhelmina" was well ahead; and in any case we did not mean to stop the night at Meppel. If we saw Sir Alec"s launch there, we could easily slip past, all pa.s.sengers in the cabin and Hendrik at the helm; whereas, if we did not see her, she would not be able to see us.
We were in the province of Drenthe now, and it looked as little Dutch as might be. Even the ca.n.a.l had the air of disguising itself as the Long Water at Hampton Court, instead of being content to seem what it was; and after we had pa.s.sed a few dignified mansions and farmhouses, we came to a region of squalid cottages with sullen-faced, short-haired women, and children shy as wild creatures of the wood, staring at us from low-browed doorways. It was not until we were far on our eight hours"
journey to Meppel, that we slipped once more into a characteristic region of peace and plenty; marching lines of dark trees, with foregrounds of pink and azure flowers, or golden grain; mossy, thatched roofs, and red tiles crusted with golden lichen. But fortunately for the disposal of our toy supply, renewed at a.s.sen, the watery way was starred with red, green, and blue barges inhabited by large families of violet-eyed, tow-headed infants. If by chance we encountered a childless barge, we glared resentment at the grown-ups. What were they thinking of, not to have babies, these people?
The meadow-ringed world of water and sky was all charm and grace and quaintness again, at Meppel and beyond, and I was in a mood to appreciate its beauty there, for we had a glimpse of "Wilhelmina" in harbor, and apparently deserted. Pa.s.sing within distant sight of her as she lay in harbor, Brederode gaily put on speed; for we had got beyond the "legal limit" obstructions of the Drenthe ca.n.a.l, into the freedom of the Ober Issel, a wide glitter of water, n.o.ble as the Frisian meers we had left.
Never was there an evening more exquisite than this, as we floated on through the sunset, with the old town of Zwolle for our night goal.
We were in the Swarzermeer, said Brederode; but there was nothing black about it, except the name. Sky and water had all the rich colors of an opal, and so clear were they, so alike in tints and brightness, that we seemed to hang in the midst of a rainbow bubble.
Yellow water-lilies lay on a surface of gla.s.s, like scattered gold, and the tall, thin gra.s.ses were gold-green wires in the level light of the sun. Each village we pa.s.sed was a picture far beyond my art to paint; and hayricks under their thatches or piles of corn stacked in rows close to the water"s edge, shone like a spray of fireworks as the darkening sky above slowly turned to a bank of hyacinths. Pa.s.sing sails were gold at first, then brown, then pansy-purple, piercing the water with their sharp and deep reflections. The sh.o.r.e-line was crowded thick with pink and violet flower-spears, as if--said Nell--ranks of fairy soldiers had turned out in our honor for a review.
She and Phyllis stood near me, drinking in the delicious water-smell that mingled with the faint fragrance of closing lilies, and watching the sun as, beaten into copper, it sent a sudden stream of flame across the glittering crystal. I tried to feel alone with them, in a wonderful world which was for us three and n.o.body else except a few swans, and tiny water-creatures rustling among the reeds. But there was Alb at the wheel, looking handsomer and more inscrutable than I could ever look, if I practised for hours on end before a flattering mirror. How could I help spoiling everything by wondering if Nell Van Buren were thinking about him while she talked with me fitfully, dreamily? And how could I help asking myself whether the image of the Viking did not come blundering between Phyllis"s violet eyes and mine, when she seemed to look sweetly at me?
But it was the sort of evening when one thoroughly enjoys being restless and unhappy, and I reveled in my pain.
Little yellow birds, yellow as the lilies which made a blazing line of gold between green reeds and amethyst water, flitted fearlessly about the boat, until at last the sun went down like a ruby necklace falling into a crystal box. Then we moved through mysterious ma.s.ses of purple shadow, with here and there a diamond-gleam, or the wing of a swan like the moon rising. And then our own little lights dipped trailing golden ta.s.sels under the surface of the water.
"Let us anchor," said Nell, at last, "and put out our lights again, and watch the moon rise. Oh, let us stay here all night, and wake early--early, to see the dawn come!"
I loved her for thinking of it, and so, I fear, did Alb. We dined on such picnic things as we happened to have on board, and when a pale light, like the reflection of pearls in a mirror, began to tremble in the east, out went the lights. The moon rose, and Phyllis let me hold her hand, which would have made me happy if I hadn"t been almost sure she was feeling sisterly. And afterwards I dreamed about both girls.
They were both in love with me, and, after all, I was in love with some one else whose name I did not seem to know, of whose face I could call up no memory.
It was Alb who waked me by pounding on the door of my cabin on "Waterspin," and shouting----
"Get up, if you want to see the sunrise."
So I bounded out of bed, wishing I could recall that dream-face, just to make sure whether or no it was more beautiful than either of the girls". And by the time I had dressed, and gone across to "Mascotte"s"
deck, the two I loved were on deck also, with the first light of dawn shining in their eyes.
What did it matter that we had engaged rooms at Zwolle, which we had not occupied? We breakfasted there instead, and saw a beautiful water-gate, together with a few other good and very ancient things, about which Alb seemed to know a great deal.
There were no signs of "Wilhelmina," and my heart felt light as we went through a great lock into the Geldern Yssel, which would bear us to Holland"s most beautiful province, Gelderland.
XXVIII
My luck was out in Gelderland.
We had a good day, teuf-teufing to pretty little Dieren, big white clouds swimming with us in sky and under water, where they moved like shining fish down in the blue depths. b.u.t.terflies chased us, white, scarlet, and gold, whirling through the air as flower-petals blow in a high wind; and my thoughts flitted as they flitted, for I was too drunk with that elixir, joy of life, to care, as the others seemed to care, that Sir Philip Sidney died at the battle of Zutphen; that the River Geldern Yssel was cut thirteen years B.C. to connect the Rhine with something else; that by-and-by we were going to see Het Loo, the Queen"s favorite place; or indeed anything else that could possibly be improving to the mind. I cared only that Nell and Phyllis were more beautiful than ever, and that I still might have a chance--with one of them.
"Let Alb score a little," I thought, "by his knowledge of history and Royalties past and present. _I"ll_ paint each of the girls a picture, and they"ll forget that he exists."
But I did not yet know my Alb and his resources. I had forgotten that Gelderland is his special "pitch," the province he annexed at birth.
Fate, however, did not forget.
We got to Appeldoorn that first night; and the palace of Het Loo is close to Appeldoorn, so we drove out and slept at a hotel near the palace gates. Here it was that the worm turned. In other words, Alb became a _persona grata_, while I remained an ordinary tourist.
Alb had influence in high quarters. He got up early, and went off mysteriously to exert it, returning in triumph as the rest of us, including Tibe, were breakfasting on the broad veranda of the hotel in the woods. Anybody could go into the palace-grounds, but he had got permission to take his friends into the palace itself.
The girls were delighted at this, and so was the L.C.P., who flew off so quickly to get a "refill" for her note-book, that Tibe nearly upset an old peasant with a broad hat and silver ear-rings, who was eating and drinking of the best, at a table near ours.
All this feminine enthusiasm over Alb"s idea piqued me just enough to keep me from joining the party. I volunteered for dog duty while the others saw the palace, and by special favor, Tibe (in leash) wandered reluctantly with me through the fragrant, green alleys of Het Loo. With me he saw shining lakes, and crossed miniature bridges guarded by mild stone lions, at which he smelled curiously; with me he sadly visited the Queen"s bathing-place, and the pretty little dairy and farm, reminiscent of poor Marie Antoinette"s beloved Trianon; and when we were joined by his mistress and the others he was ungrateful enough to pretend that I had not amused him.
Alb was in the ascendant, and the gilt had not had time to wear off the gingerbread before we arrived at Arnhem. We got there in a day from Appeldoorn, by going back over our own tracks as far as Dieren, where the beautiful little ca.n.a.l seemed to welcome us again, as if we were old friends. Through the thick reeds on either side we made a royal progress, a wave of water swiftly marching ahead to give them news of our approach, so that, as we came toward them, the nearest might bow before us, bending their graceful green heads down, down, under the water, and staying there until we had pa.s.sed on.
It was like a journey through a long water-garden, exquisitely designed in some n.o.bleman"s park, until a thunder-storm rolled up to darken the landscape, and send Phyllis for protection to her "brother"s" side. I should certainly have asked her, there and then, to forget the Viking, if a tree near by had not been struck by lightning at that instant, and Nell, in her sudden pallor and stricken silence, had not been more beautiful than I had seen her yet.
I did not remember until we had been settled for a night and part of a day at a hotel with a view and a garden, that Alb was more at home in Gelderland than elsewhere in Holland. But he was treated with marked respect at the Bellevue, and people took off their hats to him in the street with irritating deference. We went about a good deal in the town, seeing historic inns and other show things (the best of which was a room once occupied by Philip the Second"s Duke of Alva), therefore I had many opportunities of increasing my respect for Alb as a personage of importance, if I had been inclined to profit by them; and on top of this arrived his automobile from some unknown lair. There were some famous drives to be taken in the neighborhood of Arnhem, he explained in that quiet way of his, and he had thought it would be pleasant to take them in his car.
We started out in it on the second morning, and hardly had we left the big pleasure-town with its parks and villas, when we plunged into forests as deep, as majestic, as those round Haarlem and The Hague; forests tunneled with long green avenues of silver-trunked beeches, where the light was the green light which mermaids know. Here and there rose the fine gateways and distant towers of some great estate, and Brederode told us that Gelderland was famous for its old families and houses, as well as for the only hills in Holland.
"Fifty or sixty years ago," said he, "the n.o.bility of Gelderland was so proud that no one who wasn"t n.o.ble was allowed to buy an estate and settle here."
"Allowed!" exclaimed Nell. "How could they be prevented if they had money and an estate was for sale?"