"Oh, no; I came to Europe when I was a small child. But I remember America a little, and it seems delightful."
"Wait till you see it again. It"s just too lovely," said Miss Sophy.
"It"s the grandest country in the world," I added.
Miss Ruck began to toss her head. "Come away, my dear," she said.
"If there"s a creature I despise it"s a man that tries to say funny things about his own country."
"Don"t you think one can be tired of Europe?" Aurora asked, lingering.
"Possibly--after many years."
"Father was tired of it after three weeks," said Miss Ruck.
"I have been here sixteen years," her friend went on, looking at me with a charming intentness, as if she had a purpose in speaking. "It used to be for my education. I don"t know what it"s for now."
"She"s beautifully educated," said Miss Ruck. "She knows four languages."
"I am not very sure that I know English."
"You should go to Boston!" cried Miss Sophy. "They speak splendidly in Boston."
"C"est mon reve," said Aurora, still looking at me.
"Have you been all over Europe," I asked--"in all the different countries?"
She hesitated a moment. "Everywhere that there"s a pension. Mamma is devoted to pensions. We have lived, at one time or another, in every pension in Europe."
"Well, I should think you had seen about enough," said Miss Ruck.
"It"s a delightful way of seeing Europe," Aurora rejoined, with her brilliant smile. "You may imagine how it has attached me to the different countries. I have such charming souvenirs! There is a pension awaiting us now at Dresden,--eight francs a day, without wine. That"s rather dear. Mamma means to make them give us wine.
Mamma is a great authority on pensions; she is known, that way, all over Europe. Last winter we were in Italy, and she discovered one at Piacenza,--four francs a day. We made economies."
"Your mother doesn"t seem to mingle much," observed Miss Ruck, glancing through the window at the scholastic att.i.tude of Mrs.
Church.
"No, she doesn"t mingle, except in the native society. Though she lives in pensions, she detests them."
"Why does she live in them, then?" asked Miss Sophy, rather resentfully.
"Oh, because we are so poor; it"s the cheapest way to live. We have tried having a cook, but the cook always steals. Mamma used to set me to watch her; that"s the way I pa.s.sed my jeunesse--my belle jeunesse. We are frightfully poor," the young girl went on, with the same strange frankness--a curious mixture of girlish grace and conscious cynicism. "Nous n"avons pas le sou. That"s one of the reasons we don"t go back to America; mamma says we can"t afford to live there."
"Well, any one can see that you"re an American girl," Miss Ruck remarked, in a consolatory manner. "I can tell an American girl a mile off. You"ve got the American style."
"I"m afraid I haven"t the American toilette," said Aurora, looking at the other"s superior splendour.
"Well, your dress was cut in France; any one can see that."
"Yes," said Aurora, with a laugh, "my dress was cut in France--at Avranches."
"Well, you"ve got a lovely figure, any way," pursued her companion.
"Ah," said the young girl, "at Avranches, too, my figure was admired." And she looked at me askance, with a certain coquetry.
But I was an innocent youth, and I only looked back at her, wondering. She was a great deal nicer than Miss Ruck, and yet Miss Ruck would not have said that. "I try to be like an American girl,"
she continued; "I do my best, though mamma doesn"t at all encourage it. I am very patriotic. I try to copy them, though mamma has brought me up a la francaise; that is, as much as one can in pensions. For instance, I have never been out of the house without mamma; oh, never, never. But sometimes I despair; American girls are so wonderfully frank. I can"t be frank, like that. I am always afraid. But I do what I can, as you see. Excusez du peu!"
I thought this young lady at least as outspoken as most of her unexpatriated sisters; there was something almost comical in her despondency. But she had by no means caught, as it seemed to me, the American tone. Whatever her tone was, however, it had a fascination; there was something dainty about it, and yet it was decidedly audacious.
The young ladies began to stroll about the garden again, and I enjoyed their society until M. Pigeonneau"s festival came to an end.
CHAPTER V.
Mr. Ruck did not take his departure for Appenzell on the morrow, in spite of the eagerness to witness such an event which he had attributed to Mrs. Church. He continued, on the contrary, for many days after, to hang about the garden, to wander up to the banker"s and back again, to engage in desultory conversation with his fellow- boarders, and to endeavour to a.s.suage his const.i.tutional restlessness by perusal of the American journals. But on the morrow I had the honour of making Mrs. Church"s acquaintance. She came into the salon, after the midday breakfast, with her German octavo under her arm, and she appealed to me for a.s.sistance in selecting a quiet corner.
"Would you very kindly," she said, "move that large fauteuil a little more this way? Not the largest; the one with the little cushion.
The fauteuils here are very insufficient; I must ask Madame Beaurepas for another. Thank you; a little more to the left, please; that will do. Are you particularly engaged?" she inquired, after she had seated herself. "If not, I should like to have some conversation with you. It is some time since I have met a young American of your- -what shall I call it?--your affiliations. I have learned your name from Madame Beaurepas; I think I used to know some of your people. I don"t know what has become of all my friends. I used to have a charming little circle at home, but now I meet no one I know. Don"t you think there is a great difference between the people one meets and the people one would like to meet? Fortunately, sometimes,"
added my interlocutress graciously, "it"s quite the same. I suppose you are a specimen, a favourable specimen," she went on, "of young America. Tell me, now, what is young America thinking of in these days of ours? What are its feelings, its opinions, its aspirations?
What is its IDEAL?" I had seated myself near Mrs. Church, and she had pointed this interrogation with the gaze of her bright little eyes. I felt it embarra.s.sing to be treated as a favourable specimen of young America, and to be expected to answer for the great republic. Observing my hesitation, Mrs. Church clasped her hands on the open page of her book and gave an intense, melancholy smile.
"HAS it an ideal?" she softly asked. "Well, we must talk of this,"
she went on, without insisting. "Speak, for the present, for yourself simply. Have you come to Europe with any special design?"
"Nothing to boast of," I said. "I am studying a little."
"Ah, I am glad to hear that. You are gathering up a little European culture; that"s what we lack, you know, at home. No individual can do much, of coa.r.s.e. But you must not be discouraged; every little counts."
"I see that you, at least, are doing your part," I rejoined gallantly, dropping my eyes on my companion"s learned volume.
"Yes, I frankly admit that I am fond of study. There is no one, after all, like the Germans. That is, for facts. For opinions I by no means always go with them. I form my opinions myself. I am sorry to say, however," Mrs. Church continued, "that I can hardly pretend to diffuse my acquisitions. I am afraid I am sadly selfish; I do little to irrigate the soil. I belong--I frankly confess it--to the cla.s.s of absentees."
"I had the pleasure, last evening," I said, "of making the acquaintance of your daughter. She told me you had been a long time in Europe."
Mrs. Church smiled benignantly. "Can one ever be too long? We shall never leave it."
"Your daughter won"t like that," I said, smiling too.
"Has she been taking you into her confidence? She is a more sensible young lady than she sometimes appears. I have taken great pains with her; she is really--I may be permitted to say it--superbly educated."
"She seemed to me a very charming girl," I rejoined. "And I learned that she speaks four languages."
"It is not only that," said Mrs. Church, in a tone which suggested that this might be a very superficial species of culture. "She has made what we call de fortes etudes--such as I suppose you are making now. She is familiar with the results of modern science; she keeps pace with the new historical school."
"Ah," said I, "she has gone much farther than I!"
"You doubtless think I exaggerate, and you force me, therefore, to mention the fact that I am able to speak of such matters with a certain intelligence."