Mademoiselle Valle had listened with profound attention. Here she spoke.
"You say continually "he" or "him". He is--?"
"Lord Coombe. I"m not saying I"ve seen much of him. Considering--"
Dowson paused--"it"s queer how seldom he comes here. He goes abroad a good deal. He"s mixed up with the highest and it"s said he"s in favour because he"s satirical and clever. He"s one that"s gossiped about and he cares nothing for what"s said. What business of mine is it whether or not he has all sorts of dens on the Continent where he goes to racket. He might be a bishop for all I see. And he"s the only creature in this world of the Almighty"s that remembers that child"s a human being. Just him--Lord Coombe.
There, Mademoiselle,--I"ve said a good deal."
More and more interestedly had the Frenchwoman listened and with an increasing hint of curiosity in her intelligent eyes. She pressed Dowson"s needle-roughened fingers warmly.
"You have not said too much. It is well that I should know this of this gentleman. As you say, he is a man who is much discussed.
I myself have heard much of him--but of things connected with another part of his character. It is true that he is in favour with great personages. It is because they are aware that he has observed much for many years. He is light and ironic, but he tells truths which sometimes startle those who hear them."
"Jennings tells below stairs that he says things it"s queer for a lord to say. Jennings is a sharp young snip and likes to pick up things to repeat. He believes that his lordship"s idea is that there"s a time coming when the high ones will lose their places and thrones and kings will be done away with. I wouldn"t like to go that far myself," said Dowson, gravely, "but I must say that there"s not that serious respect paid to Royalty that there was in my young days. My word! When Queen Victoria was in her prime, with all her young family around her,--their little Royal Highnesses that were princes in their Highland kilts and the princesses in their crinolines and hats with drooping ostrich feathers and broad satin streamers--the people just went wild when she went to a place to unveil anything!"
"When the Empress Eugenie and the Prince Imperial appeared, it was the same thing," said Mademoiselle, a trifle sadly. "One recalls it now as a dream pa.s.sed away--the Champs Elysees in the afternoon sunlight--the imperial carriage and the glittering escort trotting gaily--the beautiful woman with the always beautiful costumes--her charming smile--the Emperor, with his waxed moustache and saturnine face! It meant so much and it went so quickly. One moment," she made a little gesture, "and it is gone--forever! An Empire and all the splendour of it! Two centuries ago it could not have disappeared so quickly. But now the world is older. It does not need toys so much. A Republic is the people--and there are more people than kings."
"It"s things like that his lordship says, according to Jennings,"
said Dowson. "Jennings is never quite sure he"s in earnest. He has a satirical way--And the company always laugh."
Mademoiselle had spoken thoughtfully and as if half to her inner self instead of to Dowson. She added something even more thoughtfully now.
"The same kind of people laughed before the French Revolution,"
she murmured.
"I"m not scholar enough to know much about that--that was a long time ago, wasn"t it?" Dowson remarked.
"A long time ago," said Mademoiselle.
Dowson"s reply was quite free from tragic reminiscence.
"Well, I must say, I like a respectable Royal Family myself," she observed. "There"s something solid and comfortable about it--besides the coronations and weddings and procession with all the pictures in the Ill.u.s.trated London News. Give me a nice, well-behaved Royal Family."
CHAPTER XVII
"A nice, well-behaved Royal Family." There had been several of them in Europe for some time. An appreciable number of them had prided themselves, even a shade ostentatiously, upon their domesticity.
The moral views of a few had been believed to border upon the high principles inscribed in copy books. Some, however, had not.
A more important power or so had veered from the exact following of these commendable axioms--had high-handedly behaved according to their royal will and tastes. But what would you? With a nation making proper obeisance before one from infancy; with trumpets blaring forth joyous strains upon one"s mere appearance on any scene; with the proudest necks bowed and the most superb curtseys swept on one"s mere pa.s.sing by, with all the splendour of the Opera on gala night rising to its feet to salute one"s mere entry into the royal or imperial box, while the national anthem bursts forth with adulatory and triumphant strains, only a keen and subtle sense of humour, surely, could curb errors of judgment arising from naturally mistaken views of one"s own importance and value to the entire Universe. Still there remained the fact that a number of them WERE well-behaved and could not be complained of as bearing any likeness to the bloodthirsty tyrants and oppressors of past centuries.
The Head of the House of Coombe had attended the Court Functions and been received at the palaces and castles of most of them.
For in that aspect of his character of which Mademoiselle Valle had heard more than Dowson, he was intimate with well-known and much-observed personages and places. A man born among those whose daily life builds, as it pa.s.ses, at least a part of that which makes history and so records itself, must needs find companions, acquaintances, enemies, friends of varied character, and if he be, by chance, a keen observer of pa.s.sing panoramas, can lack no material for private reflection and the acc.u.mulation of important facts.
That part of his existence which connected itself with the slice of a house on the right side of the Mayfair street was but a small one. A feature of the untranslatableness of his character was that he was seen there but seldom. His early habit of crossing the Channel frequently had gradually reestablished itself as years pa.s.sed. Among his acquaintances his "Sat.u.r.day to Monday visits" to continental cities remote or unremote were discussed with humour.
Possibly, upon these discussions, were finally founded the rumours of which Dowson had heard but which she had impartially declined to "credit". Lively conjecture inevitably figured largely in their arguments and, when persons of unrestrained wit devote their attention to airy persiflage, much may be included in their points of view.
Of these conjectural discussions no one was more clearly aware than Coombe himself, and the finished facility--even felicity--of his evasion of any attempt at delicately valued cross examination was felt to be inhumanly exasperating.
In one of the older Squares which still remained stately, through the splendour of modern fashion had waned in its neighbourhood, there was among the gloomy, though imposing, houses one in particular upon whose broad doorsteps--years before the Gareth-Lawlesses had appeared in London--Lord Coombe stood oftener than upon any other.
At times his brougham waited before it for hours, and, at others, he appeared on foot and lifted the heavy knocker with a special accustomed knock recognized at once by any footman in waiting in the hall, who, hearing it, knew that his mistress--the old Dowager d.u.c.h.ess of Darte--would receive this visitor, if no other.
The interior of the house was of the type which, having from the first been ma.s.sive and richly sombre, had mellowed into a darker sombreness and richness as it had stood unmoved amid London years and fogs. The grandeur of decoration and furnishing had been too solid to depreciate through decay, and its owner had been of no fickle mind led to waver in taste by whims of fashion. The rooms were huge and lofty, the halls and stairways s.p.a.cious, the fireplaces furnished with immense grates of glittering steel, which held in winter beds of scarlet glowing coal, kept scarlet glowing by a special footman whose being, so to speak, depended on his fidelity to his task.
There were many rooms whose doors were kept closed because they were apparently never used; there were others as little used but thrown open, warmed and brightened with flowers each day, because the d.u.c.h.ess chose to catch glimpses of their cheerfulness as she pa.s.sed them on her way up or downstairs. The house was her own property, and, after her widowhood, when it was emptied of her children by their admirable marriages, and she herself became Dowager and, later, a confirmed rheumatic invalid, it became doubly her home and was governed by her slightest whim. She was not indeed an old woman of caprices, but her tastes, not being those of the later day in which she now lived, were regarded as a shade eccentric being firmly defined.
"I will not have my house glaring with electricity as if it were a shop. In my own rooms I will be lighted by wax candles. Large ones--as many as you please," she said. "I will not be "rung up"
by telephone. My servants may if they like. It is not my affair to deprive them of the modern inconveniences, if they find them convenient. My senility does not take the form of insisting that the world shall cease to revolve upon its axis. It formed that habit without my a.s.sistance, and it is to be feared that it would continue it in the face of my protests."
It was, in fact, solely that portion of the world affecting herself alone which she preferred to retain as it had been in the brilliant early years of her life. She had been a great beauty and also a wit in the Court over which Queen Victoria had reigned. She had possessed the delicate high nose, the soft full eyes, the "polished forehead," the sloping white shoulders from which scarves floated or India shawls gracefully drooped in the Books of Beauty of the day. Her carriage had been n.o.ble, her bloom perfect, and, when she had driven through the streets "in attendance" on her Royal Mistress, the populace had always chosen her as "the pick of "em all". Young as she had then been, elderly statesmen had found her worth talking to, not as a mere beauty in her teens, but as a creature of singular brilliance and clarity of outlook upon a world which might have dazzled her youth. The most renowned among them had said of her, before she was twenty, that she would live to be one of the cleverest women in Europe, and that she had already the logical outlook of a just man of fifty.
She married early and was widowed in middle life. In her later years rheumatic fever so far disabled her as to confine her to her chair almost entirely. Her sons and daughter had homes and families of their own to engage them. She would not allow them to sacrifice themselves to her because her life had altered its aspect.
"I have money, friends, good servants and a house I particularly like," she summed the matter up; "I may be condemned to sit by the fire, but I am not condemned to be a bore to my inoffensive family. I can still talk and read, and I shall train myself to become a professional listener. This will attract. I shall not only read myself, but I will be read to. A strong young man with a nice voice shall bring magazines and books to me every day, and shall read the best things aloud. Delightful people will drop in to see me and will be amazed by my fund of information."
It was during the first years of her enforced seclusion that Coombe"s intimacy with her began. He had known her during certain black days of his youth, and she had comprehended things he did not tell her. She had not spoken of them to him but she had silently given him of something which vaguely drew him to her side when darkness seemed to overwhelm him. The occupations of her life left her in those earlier days little leisure for close intimacies, but, when she began to sit by her fire letting the busy world pa.s.s by, he gradually became one of those who "dropped in".
In one of the huge rooms she had chosen for her own daily use, by the well-tended fire in its shining grate, she had created an agreeable corner where she sat in a chair marvellous for ease and comfort, enclosed from draughts by a fire screen of antique Chinese lacquer, a table by her side and all she required within her reach. Upon the table stood a silver bell and, at its sound, her companion, her reader, her maid or her personally trained footman, came and went quietly and promptly as if summoned by magic. Her life itself was simple, but a certain almost royal dignity surrounded her loneliness. Her companion, Miss Brent, an intelligent, mature woman who had known a hard and pinched life, found at once comfort and savour in it.
"It is not I who am expensive,"--this in one of her talks with Coombe, "but to live in a house of this size, well kept by excellent servants who are satisfied with their lot, is not a frugal thing.
A cap of tea for those of my friends who run in to warm themselves by my fire in the afternoon; a dinner or so when I am well enough to sit at the head of my table, represent almost all I now do for the world. Naturally, I must see that my tea is good and that my dinners cannot be objected to. Nevertheless, I sit here in my chair and save money--for what?"
Among those who "warmed themselves by her fire" this man had singularly become her friend and intimate. When they had time to explore each other"s minds, they came upon curious discoveries of hidden sympathies and mutual comprehensions which were rich treasures. They talked of absorbing things with frankness. He came to sit with her when others were not admitted because she was in pain or fatigued. He added to neither her fatigue nor her pain, but rather helped her to forget them.
"For what?" he answered on this day. "Why not for your grandchildren?"
"They will have too much money. There are only four of them. They will make great marriages as their parents did," she said. She paused a second before she added, "Unless our World Revolution has broken into flame by that time--And there are no longer any great marriages to make."
For among the many things they dwelt on in their talks along, was the Chessboard, which was the Map of Europe, over which he had watched for many years certain hands hover in tentative experimenting as to the possibilities of the removal of the pieces from one square to another. She, too, from her youth had watched the game with an interest which had not waned in her maturity, and which, in her days of sitting by the fire, had increased with every move the hovering hands made. She had been familiar with political parties and their leaders, she had met heroes and statesmen; she had seen an unimportant prince become an emperor, who, from his green and boastful youth, aspired to rule the world and whose theatrical obsession had been the sly jest of unwary nations, too carelessly sure of the advance of civilization and too indifferently self-indulgent to realize that a monomaniac, even if treated as a source of humour, is a perilous thing to leave unwatched. She had known France in all the glitter of its showy Empire, and had seen its imperial glories dispersed as mist. Russia she had watched with curiosity and dread. On the day when the ruler, who had bestowed freedom on millions of his people, met his reward in the shattering bomb which tore him to fragments, she had been in St. Petersburg. A king, who had been a.s.sa.s.sinated, she had known well and had well liked; an empress, whom a frenzied madman had stabbed to the heart, had been her friend.
Her years had been richly full of varied events, giving a strong and far-seeing mind reason for much unspoken thought of the kind which leaps in advance of its day"s experience and exact knowledge.
She had learned when to speak and when to be silent, and she oftener chose silence. But she had never ceased gazing on the world with keen eyes, and reflecting upon its virtues and vagaries, its depths and its shallows, with the help of a clear and temperate brain.
By her fire she sat, an attracting presence, though only fine, strong lines remained of beauty ravaged by illness and years. The "polished forehead" was furrowed by the chisel of suffering; the delicate high nose springing from her waxen, sunken face seemed somewhat eaglelike, but the face was still brilliant in its intensity of meaning and the carriage of her head was still n.o.ble. Not able to walk except with the a.s.sistance of a cane, her once exquisite hands stiffened almost to uselessness, she held her court from her throne of mere power and strong charm. On the afternoons when people "ran in to warm themselves" by her fire, the talk was never dull and was often wonderful. There were those who came quietly into the room fresh from important scenes where subjects of weight to nations were being argued closely--perhaps almost fiercely.
Sometimes the argument was continued over cups of perfect tea near the chair of the d.u.c.h.ess, and, howsoever far it led, she was able brilliantly to follow. With the aid of books and pamphlets and magazines, and the strong young man with the nice voice, who was her reader, she kept pace with each step of the march of the world.
It was, however, the modern note in her recollections of her world"s march in days long past, in which Coombe found mental food and fine flavour. The phrase, "in these days" expressed in her utterance neither disparagement nor regret. She who sat in state in a drawing-room lighted by wax candles did so as an affair of personal preference, and denied no claim of higher brilliance to electric illumination.
Driving slowly through Hyde Park on sunny days when she was able to go out, her high-swung barouche hinted at no lofty disdain of petrol and motor power. At the close of her youth"s century, she looked forward with thrilled curiosity to the dawning wonders of the next.
"If the past had not held so much, one might not have learned to expect more," was her summing up on a certain afternoon, when he came to report himself after one of his absences from England.
"The most important discovery of the last fifty years has been the revelation that no man may any longer a.s.sume to speak the last word on any subject. The next man--almost any next man--may evolve more. Before that period all elderly persons were final in their dictum. They said to each other--and particularly to the young--"It has not been done in my time--it was not done in my grandfather"s time. It has never been done. It never can be done"."
"The note of today is "Since it has never been done, it will surely be done soon"," said Coombe.