"There"s no earthly reason why you should go back to Bursley. The house won"t run away, and it"s costing nothing but the rent. Why not take things easy for a bit?"
"And stay here?" said Constance, with an inflection that enlightened Sophia as to the intensity of her dislike of the existence at the Rutland.
"No, not here," Sophia answered with quick deprecation. "There are plenty of other places we could go to."
"I don"t think I should be easy in my mind," said Constance. "What with nothing being settled, the house----"
"What does it matter about the house?"
"It matters a great deal," said Constance, seriously, and slightly hurt. "I didn"t leave things as if we were going to be away for a long time. It wouldn"t do."
"I don"t see that anything could come to any harm, I really don"t!"
said Sophia, persuasively. "Dirt can always be cleaned, after all. I think you ought to go about more. It would do you good--all the good in the world. And there is no reason why you shouldn"t go about. You are perfectly free. Why shouldn"t we go abroad together, for instance, you and I? I"m sure you would enjoy it very much."
"Abroad?" murmured Constance, aghast, recoiling from the proposition as from a grave danger.
"Yes," said Sophia, brightly and eagerly. She was determined to take Constance abroad. "There are lots of places we could go to, and live very comfortably among nice English people." She thought of the resorts she had visited with Gerald in the sixties. They seemed to her like cities of a dream. They came back to her as a dream recurs.
"I don"t think going abroad would suit me," said Constance.
"But why not? You don"t know. You"ve never tried, my dear." She smiled encouragingly. But Constance did not smile. Constance was inclined to be grim.
"I don"t think it would," said she, obstinately. "I"m one of your stay-at-homes. I"m not like you. We can"t all be alike," she added, with her "tart" accent.
Sophia suppressed a feeling of irritation. She knew that she had a stronger individuality than Constance"s.
"Well, then," she said, with undiminished persuasiveness, "in England or Scotland. There are several places I should like to visit--Torquay, Tunbridge Wells. I"ve always under-stood that Tunbridge Wells is a very nice town indeed, with very superior people, and a beautiful climate."
"I think I shall have to be getting back to St. Luke"s Square," said Constance, ignoring all that Sophia had said. "There"s so much to be done."
Then Sophia looked at Constance with a more serious and resolute air; but still kindly, as though looking thus at Constance for Constance"s own good.
"You are making a mistake, Constance," she said, "if you will allow me to say so."
"A mistake!" exclaimed Constance, startled.
"A very great mistake," Sophia insisted, observing that she was creating an effect.
"I don"t see how I can be making a mistake," Constance said, gaining confidence in herself, as she thought the matter over.
"No," said Sophia, "I"m sure you don"t see it. But you are. You know, you are just a little apt to let yourself be a slave to that house of yours. Instead of the house existing for you, you exist for the house."
"Oh! Sophia!" Constance muttered awkwardly. "What ideas you do have, to be sure!" In her nervousness she rose and picked up some embroidery, adjusting her spectacles and coughing. When she sat down she said: "No one could take things easier than I do as regards housekeeping. I can a.s.sure you I let dozens of little matters go, rather than bother myself."
"Then why do you bother now?" Sophia posed her.
"I can"t leave the place like that." Constance was hurt.
"There"s one thing I can"t understand," said Sophia, raising her head and gazing at Constance again, "and that is, why you live in St. Luke"s Square at all."
"I must live somewhere. And I"m sure it"s very pleasant."
"In all that smoke! And with that dirt! And the house is very old."
"It"s a great deal better built than a lot of those new houses by the Park," Constance sharply retorted. In spite of herself she resented any criticism of her house. She even resented the obvious truth that it was old.
"You"ll never get a servant to stay in that cellar-kitchen, for one thing," said Sophia, keeping calm.
"Oh! I don"t know about that! I don"t know about that! That Bennion woman didn"t object to it, anyway. It"s all very well for you, Sophia, to talk like that. But I know Bursley perhaps better than you do." She was tart again. "And I can a.s.sure you that my house is looked upon as a very good house indeed."
"Oh! I don"t say it isn"t; I don"t say it isn"t. But you would be better away from it. Every one says that."
"Every one?" Constance looked up, dropping her work. "Who? Who"s been talking about me?"
"Well," said Sophia, "the doctor, for instance."
"Dr. Stirling? I like that! He"s always saying that Bursley is one of the healthiest climates in England. He"s always sticking up for Bursley."
"Dr. Stirling thinks you ought to go away more--not stay always in that dark house." If Sophia had sufficiently reflected she would not have used the adjective "dark." It did not help her cause.
"Oh, does he!" Constance fairly snorted. "Well, if it"s of any interest to Dr. Stirling, I like my dark house."
"Hasn"t he ever told you you ought to go away more?" Sophia persisted.
"He may have mentioned it," Constance reluctantly admitted.
"When he was talking to me he did a good deal more than mention it. And I"ve a good mind to tell you what he said."
"Do!" said Constance, politely.
"You don"t realize how serious it is, I"m afraid," said Sophia. "You can"t see yourself." She hesitated a moment. Her blood being stirred by Constance"s peculiar inflection of the phrase "my dark house," her judgment was slightly obscured. She decided to give Constance a fairly full version of the conversation between herself and the doctor.
"It"s a question of your health," she finished. "I think it"s my duty to talk to you seriously, and I have done. I hope you"ll take it as it"s meant."
"Oh, of course!" Constance hastened to say. And she thought: "It isn"t yet three months that we"ve been together, and she"s trying already to get me under her thumb."
A pause ensued. Sophia at length said: "There"s no doubt that both your sciatica and your palpitations are due to nerves. And you let your nerves get into a state because you worry over trifles. A change would do you a tremendous amount of good. It"s just what you need. Really, you must admit, Constance, that the idea of living always in a place like St. Luke"s Square, when you are perfectly free to do what you like and go where you like--you must admit it"s rather too much."
Constance put her lips together and bent over her embroidery.
"Now, what do you say?" Sophia gently entreated.
"There"s some of us like Bursley, black as it is!" said Constance. And Sophia was surprised to detect tears in her sister"s voice.
"Now, my dear Constance," she remonstrated.
"It"s no use!" cried Constance, flinging away her work, and letting her tears flow suddenly. Her face was distorted. She was behaving just like a child. "It"s no use! I"ve got to go back home and look after things.
It"s no use. Here we are pitching money about in this place. It"s perfectly sinful. Drives, carriages, extras! A shilling a day extra for each dog. I never heard of such goings-on. And I"d sooner be at home.
That"s it. I"d sooner be at home." This was the first reference that Constance had made for a long time to the question of expense, and incomparably the most violent. It angered Sophia.