"One might fit them together with a little trouble," he suggested.
"The metaphor of a puzzle is not inapt," replied Fielding, as he opened his door. "Good-night!" and he went in.
Half-way down Pall Mall Drake was smitten by a sudden impulse. The fog had cleared from the streets; he looked up at the sky. The night was moonless but starlit, and very clear. He lifted the trap, spoke to the cabman, and in a few minutes was driving southwards across Westminster Bridge.
It was the chance recollection of a phrase dropped by Conway during dinner which sent him in this untimely scurry to Elm-tree Hill. "As distant as El Dorado, and as desirable." The sentence limned with precision the impression which London used to produce upon Drake. The sight of it touched upon some single chord of fancy in a nature otherwise prosaic, of which the existence was unsuspected by his few companions and unrealised by himself.
Working in that tower which you could see from the summit of the Elm-tree Hill topping the sky-line to the west, in order to complete his education as an engineer before his meagre capital was exhausted, Drake had enjoyed little opportunity of acquiring knowledge of London; and those acquaintances of his who travelled thither with their shiny black bags every morning, seemed to him to know even less than he did. There were but two points of view from which the town was regarded in the suburb, and the inhabitants chose this view according to their s.e.x. To the men London was a counting-house, and certainly some miles of yellow brick mansions and flashing gla.s.shouses testified that the view was a profitable one. To the women it was the alluringly wicked abode of society, and they held their hands before their faces when they mentioned it, to hide their yearning. Occasionally they imagined they caught a glimpse into it, when a minister from one of the states in the Balkan Peninsula strayed down to shed a tallow-candle l.u.s.tre over a garden party. To both these views Drake had listened with the air of a man listening to an impertinence, and his att.i.tude towards the former view showed particularly the strength of the peculiar impression which London made on him, since he always placed the acquisition of a fortune as an aim before himself.
He thought of London, in fact, as a countryman might, with all a countryman"s sense of its mystery and romance, intensified in him by the daily sight of its domes and spires. He saw it clothed by the changing seasons, now ringed in green, now shrouded in white; on summer mornings, when it lay clearly defined like a finished model and the sun sparkled on the vanes, set the long lines of windows ablaze in the Houses of Parliament, and turned the river into a riband of polished steel; or, again, when the cupola of St. Paul"s and the Clock Tower at Westminster pierced upwards through a level of fog, as though hung in the mid-air; or when mists, shredded by a south wind, swirled and writhed about the rooftops until the city itself seemed to take fantastic shapes and melt to a substance no more solid than the mists themselves.
These pictures, deeply impressed upon him at the moment of actual vision, remained with Drake during the whole period of his absence, changing a little, no doubt, as his imagination more and more informed them, but losing nothing of vividness, rather indeed waxing in it with the gradual years. One may think of him as he marched on expeditions against hostile tribes, dwelling upon these recollections as upon the portrait of an inherited homestead. London, in fact, became to him a living motive, a determining factor in any choice of action. Whatsoever ambitions he nourished presumed London as their starting-point. It was then after all not very singular that on this first night of his return he should make a pilgrimage to the spot whence he had drawn such vital impressions. For a long time he stood looking down the gra.s.s slope ragged with brambles and stunted trees, and comprehending the whole lighted city in his glance.
On the way home his mind, which soon tired of a plunge into sentiment, reverted to the thought of Miss Le Mesurier, and he speculated unsuccessfully on the motive which had prompted her to send him so immediate an invitation. The enigmatic interest which she took in him, gave to him in fact a very definite interest in her. He wondered again what she was like. Fielding"s description helped to pique his curiosity.
All that he knew of her was her surname, and he found it impossible to infer a face or even a figure from this grain of knowledge. By the time he reached the Grand Hotel, he was regretting that he had not accepted her invitation.
CHAPTER III
Drake repeated his question to Fielding two days later, after a dinner with Conway at his club, but in a tone of languid interest.
"Why don"t you ask Mallinson?" said Fielding. "He knows her better than I do."
Conway contested the a.s.sertion with some heat.
"Besides," added Drake, "his imagination may have been at work. About women, I prefer the estimate of a man of the world."
The phrase was distasteful to a gentleman whose ambition it was to live and to be recognised as living within view of, but outside the world, say just above it in a placid atmosphere of his own creation. Fielding leaned back in his chair to mete out punishment, joining the finger-tips with an air of ordering a detailed statement.
"The inhabitants of Sark," he began, "were from immemorial times notable not merely for their predatory instincts, but for the stay-at-home fashion in which they gave those instincts play. They did not scour the seas for their victims, neither did they till their island. There was no need for so much exertion. They lay supine upon their rocks and waited until a sail appeared above the horizon. Even then they did not stir till nightfall. But after it was dark, they lighted bonfires upon suitable promontories, especially towards Brecqhou and the Gouliot channel, where snags are numerous, and gathered in their harvest in the morning.
"But," Drake interrupted, "what on earth has that to do with--"
"Miss Le Mesurier? A great deal, as you will see if you listen patiently.
Lloyd"s at that time had not been invented, and the Sarkese were consequently unpopular with the trading community, and in the reign of Henry the--well, the particular Henry is immaterial--an irate band of merchants sailed from Winchelsea on a trip. They depopulated Sark in a single night, as they thought. But they were mistaken. One family escaped their attention,--the Le Mesuriers, who were the custodians of the silver mines--" At this point Conway broke in with an impatient laugh. Fielding turned a quiet eye upon him and repeated in an even voice, "Who were the custodians of the silver mines, and lived under the shelter of a little cliff close by the main shaft. When Helier de Carteret, who, you know,"
and he inclined suavely towards Conway, "was Seigneur of somewhere or other in Jersey, came a few years later to colonise Sark, he found the Le Mesuriers in possession, and while he confiscated the mines, he allowed them to retain their ancient dignity of custodians."
"Fudge!" said Conway rudely. Fielding waved a deprecating hand and continued:
"Living where they did, it is not to be wondered at that the Le Mesuriers became gradually rich, and the De Carterets gradually poor, so that when the latter family was compelled to place the Seigneurie of Sark upon the market, the Le Mesuriers were the highest bidders. The Le Mesuriers thus became Seigneurs of Sark. But with their position they reversed their conduct, and, instead of taking other people"s money out of mines, they put their own in, with the result that they sustained embarra.s.sing losses. I mention these details incidentally to show that Miss Le Mesurier of to-day is directly descended from ancestors of predatory instincts, who did not go a-hunting for victims, but un.o.btrusively attracted them in a pa.s.sive, lazy way which was none the less effectual."
Conway"s patience was exhausted at this period of the disquisition.
"I never heard such a hotch-potch of nonsense in my life," he said.
"I admit," returned Fielding with unruffled complacency, "that I aimed at an allegory rather than a pedantic narrative of facts. I was endeavouring to explain Clarice Le Mesurier on the fashionable principle of heredity."
It flashed across Drake that if Fielding had described, though with some exaggeration, an actual phase of Miss Le Mesurier"s character, she must have been driven to make the first advance towards his acquaintance by a motive of unusual urgency. The notion, however, did but flash and flicker out. He had no mental picture of the girl to fix her within his view; he knew not, in fact, whether she was girl or woman. She was to him just an abstraction, and Drake was seldom inclined for the study of abstractions.
His curiosity might, perhaps, have been stronger had Mallinson related to him the way in which he had been received at the house of the Le Mesuriers after his dinner with Drake. When he arrived he found the guests staring hard at each other silently, with the vacant expression which comes of an effort to understand a recitation in a homely dialect from the north of the Tweed. He waited in the doorway and suddenly saw Miss Le Mesurier rise from an embrasure in the window and take half a step towards him. Then she paused and resumed her seat.
"That"s because I come alone," he thought, and something more than his vanity was hurt.
The recitation reached its climax. Darby and Joan, quarrelling through nineteen stanzas as to whether they had been disturbed by a rat or a mouse, discovered in the twentieth that the animal was a ball of wool.
The company sighed their relief in a murmur of thanks, and Mallinson crossed the room to the window.
"And Captain Drake?" Clarice asked as she gave him her hand. The disappointment in her voice irritated him, and he answered with a sharp petulance.
"He"s not a captain really, you know."
The girl glanced at him in surprise.
"I mean," he went on, answering the glance, "Of course he held the rank over there. But a captain in Matanga!" He shrugged his shoulders. "There are more honourable t.i.tles."
"Still I asked you to bring him. You got my note, I suppose?" Her manner signified a cold request for an explanation.
"I couldn"t," he replied shortly.
"You mean you did not think it worth while to take enough trouble to find him."
"No; that"s not the reason. In fact I dined with him to-night, but I saw that I couldn"t bring him here."
"Why?"
"Well, he"s changed."
"In what way?"
"He has grown so hopelessly bourgeois."
The epithet was a light to Clarice. She knew it for the superlative in Mallinson"s grammar of abuse. Bourgeois! The term was the palm of a hand squashed upon a lighted candle; it snuffed you out. Convicted of bourgeoisie, you ought to tinkle a bell for the rest of your life, or at the easiest be confined east of Temple Bar. Applied to Drake the word connoted animosity pure and simple, animosity suddenly conceived too, for it was not a week since Mallinson had been boasting of his friendship with the man. What was the reason of that animosity? Clarice lowered her eyelashes demurely and smiled.
"I fancied he was your friend," she said with inquiring innocence.
"I believe I remarked that he was changed." Mallinson looked up at a corner of the ceiling as he spoke, and the exasperation was more than ever p.r.o.nounced in his voice.
"Mr. Drake," she went on, and she laid the slightest possible emphasis on the prefix, "Mr. Drake has travelled among the natives a good deal, I think you told me?"
"Yes."
"It"s funny that that should make a man bourgeois."
Mallinson became flippant.
"I am not so sure," he said. "The natives, I should think, are essentially bourgeois. They love beads, and that"s typical of the cla.s.s.
Evil communications, you know," and he laughed, but awkwardly and without merriment.