Langhope discoursed to Westy Gaines on the recent sale of Chinese porcelains at which he had been lucky enough to pick up the set of Ming for his daughter, and Mason Winch expounded to a group of languid listeners the essential dependence of the labouring-man on the prosperity of Wall Street. In a retired corner, Ned Bowfort was imparting facts of a more personal nature to a chosen following who hailed with suppressed enjoyment the murmured mention of proper names; and now and then Amherst found himself obliged to say to Fenton Carbury, who with one accord had been left on his hands, "Yes, I understand the flat-tread tire is best," or, "There"s a good deal to be said for the low tension magneto----"
But all the while his conscious thoughts were absorbed in the remembrance of his talk with Justine Brent. He had left his wife"s presence in that state of moral la.s.situde when the strongest hopes droop under the infection of indifference and hostility, and the effort of attainment seems out of all proportion to the end in view; but as he listened to Justine all his energies sprang to life again. Here at last was some one who felt the urgency of his task: her every word and look confirmed her comment of the afternoon: "Westmore must be foremost to you both in time--I don"t see how either of you can escape it."
She saw it, as he did, to be the special outlet offered for the expression of what he was worth to the world; and with the knowledge that one other person recognized his call, it sounded again loudly in his heart. Yes, he would go on, patiently and persistently, conquering obstacles, suffering delay, enduring criticism--hardest of all, bearing with his wife"s deepening indifference and distrust. Justine had said "Westmore must be foremost to you both," and he would prove that she was right--spite of the powers leagued against him he would win over Bessy in the end!
Those observers who had been struck by the length and animation of Miss Brent"s talk with her host--and among whom Mrs. Ansell and Westy Gaines were foremost--would hardly have believed how small a part her personal charms had played in attracting him. Amherst was still under the power of the other kind of beauty--the soft graces personifying the first triumph of s.e.x in his heart--and Justine"s dark slenderness could not at once dispel the milder image. He watched her with pleasure while she talked, but her face interested him only as the vehicle of her ideas--she looked as a girl must look who felt and thought as she did.
He was aware that everything about her was quick and fine and supple, and that the muscles of character lay close to the surface of feeling; but the interpenetration of spirit and flesh that made her body seem like the bright projection of her mind left him unconscious of anything but the oneness of their thoughts.
So these two, in their hour of doubt, poured strength into each other"s hearts, each unconscious of what they gave, and of its hidden power of renewing their own purposes.
XVIII
IF Mr. Langhope had ever stooped to such facile triumphs as that summed up in the convenient "I told you so," he would have loosed the phrase on Mrs. Ansell in the course of a colloquy which these two, the next afternoon, were at some pains to defend from the incursions of the Lynbrook house-party.
Mrs. Ansell was the kind of woman who could encircle herself with privacy on an excursion-boat and create a nook in an hotel drawing-room, but it taxed even her ingenuity to segregate herself from the Telfers.
When the feat was accomplished, and it became evident that Mr. Langhope could yield himself securely to the joys of confidential discourse, he paused on the brink of disclosure to say: "It"s as well I saved that Ming from the ruins."
"What ruins?" she exclaimed, her startled look giving him the full benefit of the effect he was seeking to produce.
He addressed himself deliberately to the selecting and lighting of a cigarette. "Trus...o...b..is down and out--resigned, "the wise it call." And the alterations at Westmore are going to cost a great deal more than my experienced son-in-law expected. This is Westy"s morning budget--he and Amherst had it out last night. I tell my poor girl that at least she"ll lose nothing when the _bibelots_ I"ve bought for her go up the spout."
Mrs. Ansell received this with a troubled countenance. "What has become of Bessy? I"ve not seen her since luncheon."
"No. She and Blanche Carbury have motored over to dine with the Nick Ledgers at Islip."
"Did you see her before she left?"
"For a moment, but she said very little. Westy tells me that Amherst hints at leasing the New York house. One can understand that she"s left speechless."
Mrs. Ansell, at this, sat bolt upright. "The New York house?" But she broke off to add, with seeming irrelevance: "If you knew how I detest Blanche Carbury!"
Mr. Langhope made a gesture of semi-acquiescence. "She is not the friend I should have chosen for Bessy--but we know that Providence makes use of strange instruments."
"Providence and Blanche Carbury?" She stared at him. "Ah, you are profoundly corrupt!"
"I have the coa.r.s.e masculine habit of looking facts in the face.
Woman-like, you prefer to make use of them privately, and cut them when you meet in public."
"Blanche is not the kind of fact I should care to make use of under any circ.u.mstances whatever!"
"No one asks you to. Simply regard her as a force of nature--let her alone, and don"t put up too many lightning-rods."
She raised her eyes to his face. "Do you really mean that you want Bessy to get a divorce?"
"Your style is elliptical, dear Maria; but divorce does not frighten me very much. It has grown almost as painless as modern dentistry."
"It"s our odious insensibility that makes it so!"
Mr. Langhope received this with the mildness of suspended judgment. "How else, then, do you propose that Bessy shall save what is left of her money?"
"I would rather see her save what is left of her happiness. Bessy will never be happy in the new way."
"What do you call the new way?"
"Launching one"s boat over a human body--or several, as the case may be!"
"But don"t you see that, as an expedient to bring this madman to reason----"
"I"ve told you that you don"t understand him!"
Mr. Langhope turned on her with what would have been a show of temper in any one less provided with shades of manner. "Well, then, explain him, for G.o.d"s sake!"
"I might explain him by saying that she"s still in love with him."
"Ah, if you"re still imprisoned in the old formulas!"
Mrs. Ansell confronted him with a grave face. "Isn"t that precisely what Bessy is? Isn"t she one of the most harrowing victims of the plan of bringing up our girls in the double bondage of expediency and unreality, corrupting their bodies with luxury and their brains with sentiment, and leaving them to reconcile the two as best they can, or lose their souls in the attempt?"
Mr. Langhope smiled. "I may observe that, with my poor child so early left alone to me, I supposed I was doing my best in committing her guidance to some of the most admirable women I know."
"Of whom I was one--and not the least lamentable example of the system!
Of course the only thing that saves us from their vengeance," Mrs.
Ansell added, "is that so few of them ever stop to think...."
"And yet, as I make out, it"s precisely what you would have Bessy do!"
"It"s what neither you nor I can help her doing. You"ve given her just acuteness enough to question, without consecutiveness enough to explain.
But if she must perish in the struggle--and I see no hope for her--"
cried Mrs. Ansell, starting suddenly and dramatically to her feet, "at least let her perish defending her ideals and not denying them--even if she has to sell the New York house and all your china pots into the bargain!"
Mr. Langhope, rising also, deprecatingly lifted his hands, "If that"s what you call saving me from her vengeance--sending the crockery crashing round my ears!" And, as she turned away without any pretense of capping his pleasantry, he added, with a gleam of friendly malice: "I suppose you"re going to the Hunt ball as Ca.s.sandra?"
Amherst, that morning, had sought out his wife with the definite resolve to efface the unhappy impression of their previous talk. He blamed himself for having been too easily repelled by her impatience. As the stronger of the two, with the power of a fixed purpose to sustain him, he should have allowed for the instability of her impulses, and above all for the automatic influences of habit.
Knowing that she did not keep early hours he delayed till ten o"clock to present himself at her sitting-room door, but the maid who answered his knock informed him that Mrs. Amherst was not yet up.
His reply that he would wait did not appear to hasten the leisurely process of her toilet, and he had the room to himself for a full half-hour. Many months had pa.s.sed since he had spent so long a time in it, and though habitually un.o.bservant of external details, he now found an outlet for his restlessness in mechanically noting the intimate appurtenances of Bessy"s life. He was at first merely conscious of a soothing harmony of line and colour, extending from the blurred tints of the rug to the subdued gleam of light on old picture-frames and on the slender flanks of porcelain vases; but gradually he began to notice how every chair and screen and cushion, and even every trifling utensil on the inlaid writing-desk, had been chosen with reference to the whole composition, and to the minutest requirements of a fastidious leisure. A few months ago this studied setting, if he had thought of it at all, would have justified itself as expressing the pretty woman"s natural affinity with pretty toys; but now it was the cost of it that struck him. He was beginning to learn from Bessy"s bills that no commodity is taxed as high as beauty, and the beauty about him filled him with sudden repugnance, as the disguise of the evil influences that were separating his wife"s life from his.
But with her entrance he dismissed the thought, and tried to meet her as if nothing stood in the way of their full communion. Her hair, still wet from the bath, broke from its dryad-like knot in dusky rings and spirals threaded with gold, and from her loose flexible draperies, and her whole person as she moved, there came a scent of youth and morning freshness.
Her beauty touched him, and made it easier for him to humble himself.
"I was stupid and disagreeable last night. I can never say what I want when I have to count the minutes, and I"ve come back now for a quiet talk," he began.