"He _hadn"t_ got his arm around me," insisted Betty; "it was somewhere right away in the background. He was holding himself up with it."
"Don"t I tell you I understand all that perfectly? What I want to understand is how you feel about Paris. Are you absolutely off the idea?"
"I couldn"t go if I wasn"t."
"I wonder what you think Paris is like," mused the aunt. "I suppose you think it"s all one wild razzle-dazzle--one delirious round of--of museums and picture galleries."
"No, I don"t," said Betty rather shortly.
"If you went you"d have to work."
"There"s no chance of my going."
"Then we"ll put the idea away and say no more about it. Get me my Continental Bradshaw out of my dressing-bag: I"m no use here. n.o.body loves me, and I"ll go to Norway by the first omnibus to-morrow morning."
"Don"t," said Betty; "how can you say n.o.body loves you?"
"Your step-father doesn"t, anyway. That"s why I can make him do what I like when I take the trouble. When people love you they"ll never do anything for you,--not even answer a plain question with a plain yes or no. Go and get the Bradshaw. You"ll be sorry when I"m gone."
"Aunt Julia, you don"t really mean it."
"Of course not. I never mean anything except the things I don"t say.
The Bradshaw!"
Betty came and sat on the arm of her aunt"s chair.
"It"s not fair to tease me," she said, "and tantalise me. You know how mizzy I am."
"No. I don"t know anything. You won"t tell me anything. Go and get--"
"Dear, darling, pretty, kind, clever Aunt," cried Betty, "I"d give my ears to go."
"Then borrow a large knife from cook, and sharpen it on the front door-step! No--I don"t mean to use it on your step-father. I"ll have your pretty ears mummified and wear them on my watch-chain. No--mind my spectacles! Let me go. I daresay it won"t come to anything."
"Do you really mean you"d take me?"
"I"d take you fast enough, but I wouldn"t keep you. We must find a dragon to guard the Princess. Oh, we"ll get a nice tame kind puss-cat of a dragon,--but that dragon will not be your Aunt Julia! Let me go, I say. I thought you didn"t care about anything any more?"
"I didn"t know there could be anything to care for," said Betty honestly, "especially Paris. Well, I won"t if you hate it so, but oh, aunt--" She still sat on the floor by the chair her aunt had left, and thought and thought. The aunt went straight down to the study.
"Now, Cecil," she said, coming briskly in and shutting the door, "you"ve made that poor child hate the thought of you and you"ve only yourself to thank."
"I know you think so," said he, closing the heavy book over which he had been stooping.
"I don"t mean," she added hastily, for she was not a cruel woman, "that she really hates you, of course. But you"ve frightened her, and shaken her nerves, locking her up in her room like that. Upon my word, you are old enough to know better!"
"I was so alarmed, so shaken myself--" he began, but she interrupted him.
"I didn"t come in and disturb your work just to say all that, of course," she said, "but really, Cecil, I understand things better than you think. I know how fond you really are of Betty."
The Reverend Cecil doubted this; but he said nothing.
"And you know that I"m fond enough of the child myself. Now, all this has upset you both tremendously. What do you propose to do?"
"I--I--nothing I thought. The less said about these deplorable affairs the better. Lizzie will soon recover her natural tone, and forget all about the matter."
"Then you mean to let everything go on in the old way?"
"Why, of course," said he uneasily.
"Well, it"s your own affair, naturally," she spoke with a studied air of detachment which worried him exactly as it was meant to do.
"What do you mean?" he asked anxiously. He had never been able wholly to approve Miss Julia Desmond. She smoked cigarettes, and he could not think that this would have been respectable in any other woman. Of course, she was different from any other woman, but still--. Then the Reverend Cecil could not deem it womanly to explore, unchaperoned, the less well-known quarters of four continents, to penetrate even to regions where skirts were considered improper and side-saddles were unknown. Even the nearness of Miss Desmond"s fiftieth birthday hardly lessened at all the poignancy of his disapproval. Besides, she had not always been fifty, and she had always, in his recollection of her, smoked cigarettes, and travelled alone. Yet he had a certain well-founded respect for her judgment, and for that fine luminous common-sense of hers which had more than once shewn him his own mistakes. On the rare occasions when he and she had differed he had always realized, later, that she had been in the right. And she was "gentlemanly" enough never once to have said: "I told you so!"
"What do you mean?" he asked again, for she was silent, her hands in the pockets of her long coat, her sensible brown shoes sticking straight out in front of her chair.
"If you really want to know, I"ll tell you," she said, "but I hate to interfere in other people"s business. You see, I know how deeply she has felt this, and of course I know you have too, so I wondered whether you hadn"t thought of some little plan for--for altering the circ.u.mstances a little, so that everything will blow over and settle down, so that when you and she come together again you"ll be better friends than ever."
"Come together again," he repeated, and the paper-knife was still restless, "do you want me to let her go away? To London?"
Visions of Lizzie, in unseemly low-necked dresses surrounded by crowds of young men--all possible Vernons--lent a sudden firmness to his voice, a sudden alertness to his manner.
"No, certainly not," she answered the voice and the manner as much as the words. "I shouldn"t dream of such a thing. Then it hadn"t occurred to you?"
"It certainly had not."
"You see," she said earnestly, "it"s like this--at least this is how I see it: She"s all shaken and upset, and so are you, and when I"ve gone--and I must go in a very little time--you"ll both of you simply settle down to thinking over it all, and you"ll grow farther and farther apart!"
"I don"t think so," said he; "things like this always right themselves if one leaves them alone. Lizzie and I have always got on very well together, in a quiet way. We are neither of us demonstrative."
"Now Heaven help the man!" was the woman"s thought. She remembered Betty"s clinging arms, her heartfelt kisses, the fervency of the voice that said, "Dear darling, pretty, kind, clever Aunt! I"d give my ears to go." Betty not demonstrative! Heaven help the man!
"No," she said, "I know. But when people are young these thinks rankle."
"They won"t with her," he said. "She has a singularly n.o.ble nature, under that quiet exterior."
Miss Desmond drew a long breath and began afresh.
"Then there"s another thing. She"s fretting over this--thinks now that it was something to be ashamed of; she didn"t think so at the time, of course."
"You mean that it was I who--"
This was thin ice again. Miss Desmond skated quickly away from it with, "Well, you see, I"ve been talking to her. She really _is_ fretting. Why she"s got ever so much thinner in the last week."
"I could get a loc.u.m," he said slowly, "and take her to a Hydropathic Establishment for a fortnight."
"Oh dear, oh dear!" said Miss Desmond to herself. Aloud she said: "That _would_ be delightful, later. But just now--well, of course it"s for you to decide,--but it seems to me that it would be better for you two to be apart for a while. If you"re here alone together--well, the very sight of you will remind each other--That"s not grammar, as you say, but--"
He had not said anything. He was thinking, fingering the bra.s.s bosses on the corners of the divine Augustine, and tracing the pattern on the stamped pigskin.