Chapter VIII.
A bunch of crysanthemums stood on the table, asters in vases on dresser and chiffonier--colourful and scentless.
Antonie wore a dress of black lace that had been made by the best dressmaker in the city for this occasion. In festive array she desired to meet her beloved and yet not utterly discard the garb of filial grief. But she had dressed the child in white, with white silk stockings and sky-blue ribands. It was to meet its father like the incarnate spirit of approaching happiness.
From the kitchen came the odours of the choicest autumn dishes--roast duck with apples and a grape-cake, such as she alone knew how to prepare. Two bottles of precious Rhine wine stood in the cool without the window. She did not want to welcome him with champagne. The memories of its subtle p.r.i.c.kling, and of much else connected therewith, nauseated her.
If he left his village at six in the morning he must arrive at noon.
And she waited even as she had waited seven years. This morning seven hours had been left, there were scarcely seven minutes now. And then--the door-bell rang.
"That is the new uncle," she said to Amanda who was handling her finery, flattered and astonished, and she wondered to note her brain grow suddenly so cool and clear.
A gentleman entered. A strange gentleman. Wholly strange. Had she met him on the street she would not have known him.
He had grown old--forty, fifty, an hundred years. Yet his real age could not be over twenty-eight! ...
He had grown fat. He carried a little paunch about with him, round and comfortable. And the honourable scars gleamed in round red cheeks. His eyes seemed small and receding....
And when he said: "Here I am at last," it was no longer the old voice, clear and a little resonant, which had echoed and re-echoed in her spiritual ear. He gurgled as though he had swallowed dumplings.
But when he took her hand and smiled, something slipt into his face--something affectionate and quiet, empty and without guile or suspicion.
Where was she accustomed to this smile? To be sure; in Amanda. An indubitable inheritance.
And for the sake of this empty smile an affectionate feeling for this stranger came into her heart. She helped him take off his overcoat. He wore a pair of great, red-lined rubber goloshes, typical of the country doctor. He took these off carefully and placed them with their toes toward the wall.
"He has grown too pedantic," she thought.
Then all three entered the room. When Toni saw him in the light of day she missed the blue white golden scarf at once. But it would have looked comical over his rounded paunch. And yet its absence disillusioned her. It seemed to her as if her friend had doffed the halo for whose sake she had served him and looked up to him so long.
As for him, he regarded her with unconcealed admiration.
"Well, well, one can be proud of you!" he said, sighing deeply, and it almost seemed as if with this sigh a long and heavy burden lifted itself from his soul.
"He was afraid he might have to be ashamed of me," she thought rebelliously. As if to protect herself she pushed the little girl between them.
"Here is Amanda," she said, and added with a bitter smile: "Perhaps you remember."
But he didn"t even suspect the nature of that which she wanted to make him feel.
"Oh, I"ve brought something for you, little one!" he cried with the delight of one who recalls an important matter in time. With measured step he trotted back into the hall and brought out a flat paste-board box tied with pink ribands. He opened it very carefully and revealed a layer of chocolate-creams wrapped in tin-foil and offered one to Amanda.
And this action seemed to him, obviously, to satisfy all requirements in regard to his preliminary relations to the child.
Antonie felt the approach of a head-ache such as she had now and then ever since the a.r.s.enic poisoning.
"You are probably hungry, dear Robert," she said.
He wouldn"t deny that. "If one is on one"s legs from four o"clock in the morning on, you know, and has nothing in one"s stomach but a couple of little sausages, you know!"
He said all that with the same cheerfulness that seemed to come to him as a matter of course and yet did not succeed in wholly hiding an inner diffidence.
They sat down at the table and Antonie, taking pleasure in seeing to his comfort, forgot for a moment the foolish ache that tugged at her body and at her soul.
The wine made him talkative. He related everything that interested him--his professional trips across country, the confinements that sometimes came so close together that he had to spend twenty-four hours in his buggy. Then he told of the tricks by which people whose lives he had just saved sought to cheat him out of his modest fees.
And he told also of the comfortable card-parties with the judge and the village priest. And how funny it was when the inn-keeper"s tame starling promenaded on the cards....
Every word told of cheerful well-being and unambitious contentment.
"He doesn"t think of our common future," a torturing suspicion whispered to her.
But he did.
"I should like to have you try, first of all, Toni, to live there. It isn"t easy. But we can both stand a good deal, thank G.o.d, and if we don"t like it in the end, why, we can move away."
And he said that so simply and sincerely that her suspicion vanished.
And with this returning cert.i.tude there returned, too, the ambition which she had always nurtured for him.
"How would it be if we moved to Berlin, or somewhere where there is a university?"
"And maybe aim at a professorship?" he cried with cheerful irony. "No, Tonichen, all your money can"t persuade me to that. I crammed enough in that d.a.m.ned medical school, I"ve got my income and that"s good enough for me."
A feeling of disgust came over her. She seemed to perceive the stuffy odour of unventilated rooms and of decaying water in which flowers had stood.
"That is what I suffered for," involuntarily the thought came, "_that!_"
After dinner when Amanda was sleeping off the effects of the little sip of wine which she had taken when they let her clink gla.s.ses with them, they sat opposite each other beside the geraniums of the window-box and fell silent. He blew clouds of smoke from his cigar into the air and seemed not disinclined to indulge in a nap, too.
Leaning back in her wicker chair she observed him uninterruptedly. At one moment it seemed to her as though she caught an intoxicating remnant of the slim, pallid lad to whom she had given her love. And then again came the corroding doubt: "Was it for him, for him...." And then a great fear oppressed her heart, because this man seemed to live in a world which she could not reach in a whole life"s pilgrimage.
Walls had arisen between them, doors had been bolted--doors that rose from the depths of the earth to the heights of heaven.... As he sat there, surrounded by the blue smoke of his cigar, he seemed more and more to recede into immeasurable distances....
Then, suddenly, as if an inspiration had come to him, he pulled himself together, and his face became serious, almost solemn. He laid the cigar down on the window-box and pulled out of his inner pocket a bundle of yellow sheets of paper and blue note-books.
"I should have done this a long time ago," he said, "because we"ve been free to correspond with each other. But I put it off to our first meeting."
"Done what?" she asked, seized by an uncomfortable curiosity.
"Why, render an accounting."
"An accounting?"
"But dear Toni, surely you don"t think me either ungrateful or dishonourable. For seven years I have accepted one benefaction after another from you.... That was a very painful situation for me, dear child, and I scarcely believe that the circ.u.mstances, had they been known, would ever have been countenanced by a court of honour."