"Yes, one out of each window," she replied promptly. "Father had hard work, I can tell you. We hadn"t half finished; there were ever so many places we wanted to go to."
"Your father insisted on coming away?"
"Yes; after we had been there about a month he said he had enough.
He"s fearfully restless; he"s very much out of health. Mother and I said to him that if he was restless in Paris he needn"t hope for peace anywhere. We don"t mean to leave him alone till he takes us back." There was an air of keen resolution in Miss Ruck"s pretty face, of lucid apprehension of desirable ends, which made me, as she p.r.o.nounced these words, direct a glance of covert compa.s.sion toward her poor recalcitrant father. He had walked away a little with his wife, and I saw only his back and his stooping, patient-looking shoulders, whose air of acute resignation was thrown into relief by the voluminous tranquillity of Mrs. Ruck. "He will have to take us back in September, any way," the young girl pursued; "he will have to take us back to get some things we have ordered."
"Have you ordered a great many things?" I asked jocosely.
"Well, I guess we have ordered SOME. Of course we wanted to take advantage of being in Paris--ladies always do. We have left the princ.i.p.al things till we go back. Of course that is the princ.i.p.al interest, for ladies. Mother said she should feel so shabby if she just pa.s.sed through. We have promised all the people to be back in September, and I never broke a promise yet. So Mr. Ruck has got to make his plans accordingly."
"And what are his plans?"
"I don"t know; he doesn"t seem able to make any. His great idea was to get to Geneva; but now that he has got here he doesn"t seem to care. It"s the effect of ill health. He used to be so bright; but now he is quite subdued. It"s about time he should improve, any way.
We went out last night to look at the jewellers" windows--in that street behind the hotel. I had always heard of those jewellers"
windows. We saw some lovely things, but it didn"t seem to rouse father. He"ll get tired of Geneva sooner than he did of Paris."
"Ah," said I, "there are finer things here than the jewellers"
windows. We are very near some of the most beautiful scenery in Europe."
"I suppose you mean the mountains. Well, we have seen plenty of mountains at home. We used to go to the mountains every summer. We are familiar enough with the mountains. Aren"t we, mother?" the young lady demanded, appealing to Mrs. Ruck, who, with her husband, had drawn near again.
"Aren"t we what?" inquired the elder lady.
"Aren"t we familiar with the mountains?"
"Well, I hope so," said Mrs. Ruck.
Mr. Ruck, with his hands in his pockets, gave me a sociable wink.-- "There"s nothing much you can tell them!" he said.
The two ladies stood face to face a few moments, surveying each other"s garments. "Don"t you want to go out?" the young girl at last inquired of her mother.
"Well, I think we had better; we have got to go up to that place."
"To what place?" asked Mr. Ruck.
"To that jeweller"s--to that big one."
"They all seemed big enough; they were too big!" And Mr. Ruck gave me another wink.
"That one where we saw the blue cross," said his daughter.
"Oh, come, what do you want of that blue cross?" poor Mr. Ruck demanded.
"She wants to hang it on a black velvet ribbon and tie it round her neck," said his wife.
"A black velvet ribbon? No, I thank you!" cried the young lady. "Do you suppose I would wear that cross on a black velvet ribbon? On a nice little gold chain, if you please--a little narrow gold chain, like an old-fashioned watch-chain. That"s the proper thing for that blue cross. I know the sort of chain I mean; I"m going to look for one. When I want a thing," said Miss Ruck, with decision, "I can generally find it."
"Look here, Sophy," her father urged, "you don"t want that blue cross."
"I do want it--I happen to want it." And Sophy glanced at me with a little laugh.
Her laugh, which in itself was pretty, suggested that there were various relations in which one might stand to Miss Ruck; but I think I was conscious of a certain satisfaction in not occupying the paternal one. "Don"t worry the poor child," said her mother.
"Come on, mother," said Miss Ruck.
"We are going to look about a little," explained the elder lady to me, by way of taking leave.
"I know what that means," remarked Mr. Ruck, as his companions moved away. He stood looking at them a moment, while he raised his hand to his head, behind, and stood rubbing it a little, with a movement that displaced his hat. (I may remark in parenthesis that I never saw a hat more easily displaced than Mr. Ruck"s.) I supposed he was going to say something querulous, but I was mistaken. Mr. Ruck was unhappy, but he was very good-natured. "Well, they want to pick up something," he said. "That"s the princ.i.p.al interest, for ladies."
CHAPTER IV.
Mr. Ruck distinguished me, as the French say. He honoured me with his esteem, and, as the days elapsed, with a large portion of his confidence. Sometimes he bored me a little, for the tone of his conversation was not cheerful, tending as it did almost exclusively to a melancholy dirge over the financial prostration of our common country. "No, sir, business in the United States is not what it once was," he found occasion to remark several times a day. "There"s not the same spring--there"s not the same hopeful feeling. You can see it in all departments." He used to sit by the hour in the little garden of the pension, with a roll of American newspapers in his lap and his high hat pushed back, swinging one of his long legs and reading the New York Herald. He paid a daily visit to the American banker"s, on the other side of the Rhone, and remained there a long time, turning over the old papers on the green velvet table in the middle of the Salon des Etrangers, and fraternising with chance compatriots. But in spite of these diversions his time hung heavily upon his hands. I used sometimes to propose to him to take a walk; but he had a mortal horror of pedestrianism, and regarded my own taste for it as" a morbid form of activity. "You"ll kill yourself, if you don"t look out," he said, "walking all over the country. I don"t want to walk round that way; I ain"t a postman!" Briefly speaking, Mr. Ruck had few resources. His wife and daughter, on the other hand, it was to be supposed, were possessed of a good many that could not be apparent to an un.o.btrusive young man. They also sat a great deal in the garden or in the salon, side by side, with folded hands, contemplating material objects, and were remarkably independent of most of the usual feminine aids to idleness--light literature, tapestry, the use of the piano. They were, however, much fonder of locomotion than their companion, and I often met them in the Rue du Rhone and on the quays, loitering in front of the jewellers" windows. They might have had a cavalier in the person of old M. Pigeonneau, who possessed a high appreciation of their charms, but who, owing to the absence of a common idiom, was deprived of the pleasures of intimacy. He knew no English, and Mrs. Ruck and her daughter had, as it seemed, an incurable mistrust of the beautiful tongue which, as the old man endeavoured to impress upon them, was pre-eminently the language of conversation.
"They have a tournure de princesse--a distinction supreme," he said to me. "One is surprised to find them in a little pension, at seven francs a day."
"Oh, they don"t come for economy," I answered. "They must be rich."
"They don"t come for my beaux yeux--for mine," said M. Pigeonneau, sadly. "Perhaps it"s for yours, young man. Je vous recommande la mere."
I reflected a moment. "They came on account of Mr. Ruck--because at hotels he"s so restless."
M. Pigeonneau gave me a knowing nod. "Of course he is, with such a wife as that--a femme superbe. Madame Ruck is preserved in perfection--a miraculous fraicheur. I like those large, fair, quiet women; they are often, dans l"intimite, the most agreeable. I"ll warrant you that at heart Madame Ruck is a finished coquette."
"I rather doubt it," I said.
"You suppose her cold? Ne vous y fiez pas!"
"It is a matter in which I have nothing at stake."
"You young Americans are droll," said M. Pigeonneau; "you never have anything at stake! But the little one, for example; I"ll warrant you she"s not cold. She is admirably made."
"She is very pretty."
""She is very pretty!" Vous dites cela d"un ton! When you pay compliments to Mademoiselle Ruck, I hope that"s not the way you do it."
"I don"t pay compliments to Mademoiselle Ruck."
"Ah, decidedly," said M. Pigeonneau, "you young Americans are droll!"
I should have suspected that these two ladies would not especially commend themselves to Madame Beaurepas; that as a maitresse de salon, which she in some degree aspired to be, she would have found them wanting in a certain flexibility of deportment. But I should have gone quite wrong; Madame Beaurepas had no fault at all to find with her new pensionnaires. "I have no observation whatever to make about them," she said to me one evening. "I see nothing in those ladies which is at all deplace. They don"t complain of anything; they don"t meddle; they take what"s given them; they leave me tranquil. The Americans are often like that. Often, but not always," Madame Beaurepas pursued. "We are to have a specimen to-morrow of a very different sort."
"An American?" I inquired.
"Two Americaines--a mother and a daughter. There are Americans and Americans: when you are difficiles, you are more so than any one, and when you have pretensions--ah, per exemple, it"s serious. I foresee that with this little lady everything will be serious, beginning with her cafe au lait. She has been staying at the Pension Chamousset--my concurrent, you know, farther up the street; but she is coming away because the coffee is bad. She holds to her coffee, it appears. I don"t know what liquid Madame Chamousset may have invented, but we will do the best we can for her. Only, I know she will make me des histoires about something else. She will demand a new lamp for the salon; vous alles voir cela. She wishes to pay but eleven francs a day for herself and her daughter, tout compris; and for their eleven francs they expect to be lodged like princesses.