"I know, I am ashamed of myself," I said, "Grandmamma would be so angry with me if she were here."
"Well, now we are going to cheer you up. The Duke is coming on Sat.u.r.day. He is not married yet, you see."
"Oh, tell me how the affair went," I said, smiling. "It--it"s--a month ago we were at Myrlton."
"The silly girl preferred Luffy, but for the last weeks they both were hanging on. Miss Trumpet and her aunt were staying at Claridge"s, and they tell me it was too ridiculous! Luffy lunched with them every day, and Berty dined in the evening."
"You did not tell her about the Coronation, then?"
"Yes, I _did_! But just for once in a way she had fallen in love--Luffy _is_ beautiful, you know!--and, my dear child, any girl or woman in love is the most unreasonable, absurd creature on the face of the earth."
"Yes, I know. But the Americans don"t get in love like other nations.
She a.s.sured me they knew how to keep men in their places on the other side of the Atlantic."
"But the "place" of a man is doing exactly what the particular woman in the case wants him to do, don"t forget that! And Miss Trumpet finally decided, last week, that she wanted him to be her husband."
"Poor Duke!" I said.
"Oh, I don"t think Berty minds very much. Anyway, you will be able to console him."
"You have quite a mistaken idea there. He likes to talk about himself, and explain to me his views on morals as manners, but he is not the least interested in _me_. I am a very good listener, you know.
Grandmamma never let me interrupt people."
"Poor old Berty!" she said. "He has the best heart underneath all his silly mannerisms. I have known him since he was a child. He is much older than he looks, almost my age, in fact."
"How has Lady Grenellen taken the engagement?" I asked.
"Cordelia? Oh, she is simply furious. It is the first time any other woman has ever had a chance with her. An English girl would have a rather blank prospect in front of her for the afterwards. But these Americans are so wonderfully clever and sensible, probably Luffy will remain Miss Trumpet"s devoted slave for years."
Lord Tilchester entered the room, and said "How d"y do," to me. He is a gruff, unattractive person. I do not know what Babykins sees in him.
He spent his time eating tea-cake and feeding the dogs, with a casual remark here and there. At last he left. I was glad. Lady Tilchester"s manner to him is always gracious and complacent. She attends to his wishes, and talks to him without yawning. She must be my model for my future treating of Augustus This is the most perfect and beautiful lady in the world. I think.
There were only a couple of men staying in the house besides myself until the Sat.u.r.day, when a crowd of people came. In these few days I got to know Margaret Tilchester more intimately. Her beautiful nature would stand any test. All her real and intense interests are concentrated upon her schemes to benefit mankind, practical, sensible schemes, with no sentiment about them. I wish I could see her children. The boy is, of course, at Eton, and the little girl is again away, visiting her grandmother. There are dozens of photographs of them about, and the girl keeps reminding me of some one, I cannot fix who. She looks a dear little creature. Oh, I should love a baby! But still I shall always pray I may never have a child.
The Duke arrived with the other guests on Sat.u.r.day. He looked just the same. His reverse of fortune had not altered his appearance. He seemed extremely glad to see me.
"You have heard how the affair went," he said to me the first night after dinner. "After keeping me in the most ridiculous position, dangling for weeks, she preferred Luffy."
"Yes, I heard."
"My only satisfaction out of the whole thing is that, for once, Cordelia is paid out in her own coin. As a rule, she only cares to take away some one who belongs to some other woman, and now this little girl has turned the tables."
"How spiteful of you, when Lady Grenellen was trying to arrange for your future happiness!"
"Nothing of the kind. You don"t know Cordelia. She is only afraid I shall shut up Myrlton, or let it, and she amuses herself a good deal there. She thought if I had a rich wife her opportunities would oftener occur. I can only keep it open in the autumn now."
"Oh, you are a wonderful company!" I laughed.
"I wish you were a widow. You would suit me in every way."
"Hush!" I said, frowning. "I do not like you to speak so, even in jest."
"But I always told you I loved you," he said, resignedly.
"Nonsense. What is this ridiculous love you all speak about? A silly pa.s.sion that only wants what it cannot have, or, if it succeeds, immediately translates itself to some one else. You told me so yourself. You said at least you were not wearyingly faithful--you, as a cla.s.s."
"How you confute one with argument, lovely lady! I shall call you Portia. But what an adorable Portia!"
"Now stop," I said, severely. "I would rather hear your views on morality and religion than the rubbish you are now talking."
"I have never been more snubbed in my life. Even Miss Corrisande K.
Trumpet did not flatten me out as you do," he said, with feigned resentment.
"You told me in the beginning I looked unlike the Englishwomen. Well, I am unlike them. I am a person of bad nature. I refuse to be bored."
"And I bore you?"
"Only when you talk silly sentiment."
"Then it is a bargain. If I don"t bore you, you will be friends with me?"
"And if you do--_bon soir, monsieur_," and I rose, laughing, and joined my hostess.
The party this time was much nicer than the former one I came to.
It was composed of clever, interesting people. The conversation was often brilliant and elevating. No one talked like Babykins or Lady Grenellen. In fact, it appeared another society altogether. It seemed impossible among these people to realize that perhaps, in reality, they are like the rest. There was not a word or a look which would suggest that they held any but the highest views.
Lady Tilchester shone among them. She seemed to be in a suitable setting. They were mostly of very high rank, and the rest politicians and diplomats. They did not clip their sentences and use pet words, and they did not smoke cigarettes all the time.
The women, although not nearly so well dressed or attractive to look at, were much more agreeable to one another, and one was a perfectly wonderful musician. Her playing delighted us all. She played the things of Greig that I played to Antony on the evening at Dane Mount.
I sat by myself and listened. I seemed to see his face and hear his voice, but the good resolutions I had made while sitting in grandmamma"s chair helped me to put these thoughts away.
I felt more at rest, at peace, here. Every one"s life seemed full of interest--interest in something great. I would like this society best if I had to choose which I would frequent, but I can realize that people as good as these, but duller and less brilliant, would make one look at the clock.
Perhaps Lady Tilchester"s plan of having every sort at her house is the best, after all. Then she can have variety and never be bored.
I wonder if it is the occupation of their minds with great things, in this set, which balances with the "lives of compulsion" led by the middle cla.s.ses, and so prevents them also from "getting back to nature," as the Duke said.
It is an interesting problem.
Mr. Budge sat down and talked to me. He has a very strong character, I am sure, and I was flattered that he should think me worth speaking to.
"I admire your perfect stillness," he said at last, after there had been a pause of a moment or two. "I have never seen a woman sit so still. It is a great quality."
"I was not allowed to fidget when I was young," I said. "Perhaps one acquires repose as a habit."
"When you were young! Why, you look only a baby now! I would take you for about eighteen years old, and that is what interests me. Your eyes have a question and a story in them that is not usual at eighteen."
"Oh, I am ever so much older than that! I must be at least fifty!" I said.