With this mysterious saying she rose, to leave Carli to his music.
"How very occult!" he laughed.
"n.o.body knows James van Tromp better than I do," she declared, with pride, turning on the threshold, "and he doesn"t write that way unless he has a plan in mind. You tell Dorothea what I say. Let me see! To-day is Tuesday; the _Picardie_ will get in on Sat.u.r.day; you"ll see Dorothea on Sunday; and we"ll have the tea on Thursday next."
With her habitual air of triumphant decision Mrs. Wappinger departed, and the incident closed.
V
It must be admitted that Diane Eveleth found her entry into the Land of Promise rather disappointing. To outward things she paid comparatively little heed. The general aspect of New York was what she had seen in pictures and expected. That habits and customs should be strange to her she took as a matter of course; and she was too eager for a welcome to be critical. As a Frenchwoman, she was neither curious nor a.n.a.lytical regarding that which lay outside her immediate sphere of interest, and she inst.i.tuted no comparisons between Broadway and the boulevards, or any of the tall buildings and Notre Dame. It may be confessed that her thoughts went scarcely beyond the human element, with its possible bearing on her fortunes.
In this respect she made the discovery that Mrs. Eveleth was not to be taken as an authority. She had given Diane to understand that the return of Naomi de Ruyter to New York would be a matter of civic interest, "especially among the old families," and that they would scarcely have landed before finding themselves amid people whom she knew. But forty years had made a difference, and Mrs. Eveleth recognized no familiar faces in the crowd congregated on the dock. When it became further evident that not only was Naomi de Ruyter forgotten in the city of her birth, but that the very landmarks she remembered had been swept away, there was a moment of disillusion, not free from tears.
To Diane the discovery meant only that, more than she had supposed, she would have to depend upon herself. This, to her, was the appalling fact that dwarfed all other considerations. To be alone, while the crowds surged hurriedly by her, was one thing; to be obliged to press in among them and make room for herself was another. As she walked aimlessly about the streets during the few days following her arrival she had the forlorn conviction that in these serried ranks there could be no place for one so insignificant as she. The knowledge that she must make such a place, or go without food and shelter, only served to paralyze her energies and reduce her to a state of nerveless inefficiency.
She had gone forth one day with the letters of introduction she hoped would help her, only to find that none of the persons to whom they were addressed had returned to town for the winter. Tired and discouraged, she was endeavoring on her return to cheer Mrs. Eveleth with such bits of forced humor as she could squeeze out of the commonplace happenings of the day, when cards were brought in, bearing the unknown name of Mrs.
Wappinger.
That in this huge, overwhelming town any one could desire to make their acquaintance was in itself a surprise; but in the interview that followed Diane felt as though she had been caught up in a whirlwind and carried away. Mrs. Wappinger"s autocratic breeziness was so novel in character that she had no more thought of resisting it than of resisting a summer storm. She could only let it blow over her and bear her whither it listed. In the end she felt like some wayfarer in the _Arabian Nights_, who has been wafted by kindly _jinn_ across unknown miles of s.p.a.ce, and set down again many leagues farther on in his career.
Never in her life did Diane receive in the same amount of time so much personal information as Mrs. Wappinger conveyed in the thirty minutes her visit lasted. She began by explaining that she was a friend of James van Tromp"s--a very great friend. In fact, her husband had been at one time a partner in the Van Tromp banking-house; but it was an old business, and what they call conservative, while Mr. Wappinger was from the West. The West was a long way ahead of New York, though Mrs.
Wappinger had "lived East" so long that she had dropped into walking pace like the rest. She traced her rise from a comparatively obscure position in Indiana to her present eminence, and gave details as to Mr.
Wappinger"s courtship and the number of children she had lost. Left now with one, she had spent a good deal of money on him, and was happy to say that he showed it. While she preferred not to name names, she made no secret of the fact that Carli was in love; though for her own part a feeling of wounded pride induced her to hope that he would never enter a family where he wasn"t wanted. The transition of topic having thus become easy, the invitation to tea was given, and its acceptance taken as a matter of course.
"It"ll only be a _tay antime_," she declared, in answer to Diane"s faint protests, "so you needn"t be afraid to come; and as I never do things by halves, I shall send one of my automobiles for the old lady and you at a little after four to-morrow." With these words and a hearty shake of the hand, she bustled away as suddenly as she had come, leaving Diane with a bewildering sense of having beheld an apparition.
It was not less surprising to Diane to find herself, on the following afternoon, face to face with Derek Pruyn. Though she had expected, in so far as she thought of him at all, that chance would one day throw them together, she had not supposed that the event would occur so soon. The lack of preparation, the change in her fortunes, and the necessity to explain, combined to bring about one of those rare moments in which she found herself at a loss.
On his side, Pruyn had come to the house with a very special purpose. In spite of the stoutness of his protest when young Wappinger"s name was coupled with his child"s, he was not without some inward misgivings, which he resolved to allay once and for all. He would dispel them by seeing with his own eyes that they had no force, while he would convict Miss Lucilla of groundless alarm by ocular demonstration. It would be enough, he was sure, to watch the young people together to prove beyond cavil that Dorothea was aware of the gulf between the son of Mrs.
Wappinger, worthy woman though she might be, and a daughter of the Pruyns. He had, therefore, astonished every one not only by accepting the invitation himself, but by insisting that Miss Lucilla should do the same, forcing her thus to become a witness to the vindication of his wisdom.
Arrived on the spot, however, it vexed him to find that instead of being a mere spectator, permitted to take notes at his ease, he was pa.s.sed from lady to lady--Mrs. Wappinger, Miss Lucilla, Mrs. Eveleth, in turn--only to find himself settled down at last with a strange young woman in widow"s weeds, in a dim corner of the drawing-room. The meeting was the more abrupt owing to the circ.u.mstance that Diane, unaware of his arrival, had just emerged from the adjoining ball-room, which was decorated for a dance. Mrs. Wappinger, coming forward at that minute with a cup of tea for her, p.r.o.nounced their names with hurried indistinctness, and left them together.
With her quick eye for small social indications, Diane saw that, owing to the dimness of the room and the nature of her dress, he did not know her, while he resented the necessity for talking to one person, when he was obviously looking about for another. With her tea-cup in her hand she slipped into a chair, so that he had no choice but to sit down beside her.
He was not what is called a lady"s man, and in the most fluent of moods his supply of easy conversation was small. On the present occasion he felt the urgency of speech without inspiration to meet the need. With a furtive flutter of the eyelids, while she sipped her tea, she took in the salient changes the last five years had produced in him, noting in particular that though slightly older he had improved in looks, and that the dark-red carnation still held its place in his b.u.t.tonhole.
"Very unseasonable weather for the time of year," he managed to stammer, at last.
"Is it? I hadn"t noticed."
His manner took on a shade of dignity still more severe, as he wondered whether this reply was a snub or a mere inept.i.tude.
"You don"t worry about such trifles as the weather," he struggled on.
"Not often."
"May I ask how you escape the necessity?"
"By having more pressing things to think about." With the finality of this reply the brief conversation dropped, though the perception on Derek"s part that it was not from her inability to carry it on stirred him to an unusual feeling of pique. Most of the women he met were ready to entertain him without putting him to any exertion whatever. They even went so far as to manifest a disposition to be agreeable, before which he often found it necessary to retire. Without being fatuous on the point, he could not be unaware of the general conviction that a wealthy widower, who could still call himself young, must be in want of a wife; and as long as he was unconscious of the need himself, he judged it wise to be as little as possible in feminine society. On the rare occasions when he ventured therein he was not able to complain of a lack of welcome; nor could he remember an instance in which his hesitating, somewhat scornful, advances had not been cordially met, until to-day.
The immediate effect was to cause him to look at Diane with a closer, if somewhat haughty, attention, their eyes meeting as he did so. Her voice, with its blending of French and Irish elements, had already made its appeal to his memory, so that the minute was one in which the presentiment of recognition came before the recognition itself. In his surprise he half arose from his chair, resuming his seat as he exclaimed:
"It"s Mademoiselle de la Ferronaise!"
His astonished tone and awe-struck manner called to Diane"s lips a little smile.
"It used to be," she said, trying to speak naturally; "it"s Mrs. Eveleth now."
"Yes," he responded, with the absent air of a man getting his wits together; "I remember; that was the name."
"You knew, then, that I"d been married?"
"Yes; but I didn"t know--"
His glance at her dress finished the sentence, and she hastened to reply.
"No; of course not. My husband died at the beginning of last summer--six months ago. I hoped some one would have told you before we met. But we have not many common acquaintances, have we?"
"I hope we may have more now--if you"re making a visit to New York."
"I"m making more than a visit; I expect to stay."
"Oh! Do you think you"ll like that?"
"It isn"t a question of liking; it"s a question of living. I may as well tell you at once that since my husband"s death I have my own bread to earn."
To no Frenchwoman of her rank in life could this statement have been an easy one, but by making it with a certain quiet outspokenness she hoped to cover up her foolish sense of shame. The moment was not made less difficult for her by the astonishment, mingled with embarra.s.sment, with which he took her remark.
"You!" he cried. "You!"
"It isn"t anything very unusual, is it?" she smiled.
"I"m not the first person in the world to make the attempt."
"And may I ask if you"re succeeding?"
"I haven"t begun yet. I only arrived a few days ago.
"Oh, I see. You"ve come here--"
"In the hope of finding employment--just like the rest of the disinherited of the earth. I hope to give French lessons, and--"
"There"s always an opening to any one who can," he interrupted, encouragingly. "I"m not without influence in one or two good schools that my daughter has attended--"