Rudolph--"
"Why--er--yes, dear?"
This was after supper, and Patricia was playing solitaire. Her husband was reading the paper.
"Agatha told me all about Virginia, you know--"
Here Colonel Musgrave frowned. "It is not a pleasant topic."
"You jay-bird, you behave entirely too much as if you were my grandfather. As I was saying, Agatha told me all about your uncle and Virginia," Patricia hurried on. "And how she ran away afterwards, and hid in the woods for three days, and came to your father"s plantation, and how your father bought her, and how her son was born, and how her son was lynched--"
"Now, really, Patricia! Surely there are other matters which may be more profitably discussed."
"Of course. Now, for instance, why is the King of Hearts the only one that hasn"t a moustache?" Patricia peeped to see what cards lay beneath that monarch, and upon reflection moved the King of Spades into the vacant s.p.a.ce. She was a devotee of solitaire and invariably cheated at it.
She went on, absently: "But don"t you see? That colored boy was your own first cousin, and he was killed for doing exactly what his father had done. Only they sent the father to the Senate and gave him columns of flubdub and laid him out in state when he died--and they poured kerosene upon the son and burned him alive. And I believe Virginia thinks that wasn"t fair."
"What do you mean?"
"I honestly believe Virginia hates the Musgraves. She is only a negro, of course, but then she was a mother once--Oh, yes! all I need is a black eight--" Patricia demanded, "Now look at your brother Hector--the awfully dissipated one that died of an overdose of opiates. When it happened wasn"t Virginia taking care of him?"
"Of course. She is an invaluable nurse."
"And n.o.body else was here when Agatha went out into the rain. Now, what if she had just let Agatha go, without trying to stop her? It would have been perfectly simple. So is this. All I have to do is to take them off now."
Colonel Musgrave negligently returned to his perusal of the afternoon paper. "You are suggesting--if you will overlook my frankness--the most deplorable sort of nonsense, Patricia."
"I know exactly how Balaam felt," she said, irrelevantly, and fell to shuffling the cards. "You don"t, and you won"t, understand that Virginia is a human being. In any event, I wish you would get rid of her."
"I couldn"t decently do that," said Rudolph Musgrave, with careful patience. "Virginia"s faithfulness has been proven by too many years of faithful service. Nothing more strikingly attests the folly of freeing the negro than the unwillingness of the better cla.s.s of slaves to leave their former owners--"
"Now you are going to quote a paragraph or so from your Gracious Era. As if I hadn"t read everything you ever wrote! You are a fearful humbug in some ways, Rudolph."
"And you are a red-headed rattlepate, madam. But seriously, Patricia, you who were reared in the North are strangely unwilling to concede that we of the South are after all best qualified to deal with the Negro Problem. We know the negro as you cannot ever know him."
"You! Oh, G.o.d ha" mercy on us!" mocked Patricia. "There wasn"t any Negro Problem hereabouts, you beautiful idiot, so long as there were any negroes. Why, to-day there is hardly one full-blooded negro in Lichfield. There are only a thousand or so of mulattoes who share the blood of people like your Uncle Edward. And for the most part they take after their white kin, unfortunately. And there you have the Lichfield Negro Problem in a nutsh.e.l.l. It is a venerable one and fully set forth in the Bible. You needn"t attempt to argue with me, because you are a ninnyhammer, and I am a second Nestor. The Holy Scriptures are perfectly explicit as to what happens to the heads of the children and their teeth too."
"I wish you wouldn"t jest about such matters--"
"Because it isn"t lady-like? But, Rudolph, you know perfectly well that I am not a lady."
"My dear!" he cried, in horror that was real, "and what on earth have I said even to suggest--"
"Oh, not a syllable; it isn"t at all the sort of thing that your sort _says_ ... And I am not your sort. I don"t know that I altogether wish I were. But _if_ I were, it would certainly make things easier," Patricia added sharply.
"My dear--!" he again protested.
"Now, candidly, Rudolph"--relinquishing the game, she fell to shuffling the cards--"just count up the number of times this month that my--oh, well! I really don"t know what to call it except my deplorable omission in failing to be born a lady--has seemed to you to yank the very last rag off the gooseberry-bush?"
He scoffed. "What nonsense! Although, of course, Patricia--"
She nodded, mischief in her brightly-colored tiny face. "Yes, that is just your att.i.tude, you beautiful idiot."
"--although, of course--now, quite honestly, Patricia, I have occasionally wished that you would not speak of sacred and--er, physical and sociological matters in exactly the tone in which--well! in which you sometimes do speak of them. It may sound old-fashioned, but I have always believed that decency is quite as important in mental affairs as it is in physical ones, and that as a consequence, a gentlewoman should always clothe her thoughts with at least the same care she accords her body. Oh, don"t misunderstand me! Of course it doesn"t do any harm, my dear, between us. But outside--you see, for people to know that you think about such things must necessarily give them a false opinion of you."
Patricia meditated.
She said, with utter solemnity, "Anathema maranatha! oh, h.e.l.l to d.a.m.n!
may the noses of all respectable people be turned upside down and jacka.s.ses dance eternally upon their grandmothers" graves!"
"Patricia--!" cried a shocked colonel.
"I mean every syllable of it. No, Rudolph; _I_ can"t help it if the vinaigretted beauties of your boyhood were unabridged dictionaries of prudery. You see, I know almost all the swearwords there are. And I read the newspapers, and medical books, and even the things that boys chalk up on fences. In consequence I am not a bit whiteminded, because if you use your mind at all it gets more or less dingy, just like using anything else."
He could not help but laugh, much as he disapproved. Patricia fluttered and, as a wren might have done, perched presently upon his knee.
"Rudolph, can"t you laugh more often, and not devote so much time to tracing out the genealogies of those silly people, and being so tediously beautiful and good?" she asked, and with a hint of seriousness. "Rudolph, you don"t know how I would adore you if you would rob a church or cut somebody"s throat in an alley, and tell me all about it because you knew I wouldn"t betray you. You are so infernally respectable in everything you do! How did you come to bully me that day at the Library? It seems almost as if those two were different people...
doesn"t it, Rudolph?"
"My dear," the colonel said whimsically, "I am afraid we are rather like the shepherdess and the chimney-sweep of the fable I read you very long ago. We climbed up so far that we could see the stars, once, very long ago, Patricia, and we have come back to live upon the parlor table. I suppose it happens to all the little china people."
She took his meaning. Each was aware of an odd sense of intimacy.
"Everything we have to be glad for now, Rudolph, is the rivet in grandfather"s neck. It is rather a fiasco, isn"t it?"
"Eh, there are all sorts of rivets, Patricia. And the thing one cannot do because one is what one is, need not be necessarily a cause for grief."
XII
It was excellent to see Jack Charteris again, as Colonel Musgrave did within a few days of this. Musgrave was unreasonably fond of the novelist and frankly confessed it would be as preposterous to connect Charteris with any of the accepted standards of morality as it would be to judge an artesian-well from the standpoint of ethics.
Anne was not yet in Lichfield. She had broken the journey to visit a maternal grand-aunt and some Virginia cousins, in Richmond, Charteris explained, and was to come thence to Matocton.
"And so you have acquired a boy and, by my soul, a very handsome wife, Rudolph?"
"It is sufficiently notorious," said Colonel Musgrave. "Yes, we are quite absurdly happy." He laughed and added: "Patricia--but you don"t know her droll way of putting things--says that the only rational complaint I can advance against her is her habit of rushing into a hospital every month or so and having a section or two of her person removed by surgeons. It worries me,--only, of course, it is not the sort of thing you can talk about. And, as Patricia says, it _is_ an unpleasant thing to realize that your wife is not leaving you through the ordinary channels of death or of type-written decrees of the court, but only in vulgar fractions, as it were--"
"Please don"t be quite so brutal, Rudolph. It is not becoming in a Musgrave of Matocton to speak of women in any tone other than the most honeyed accents of chivalry."
"Oh, I was only quoting Patricia," the colonel largely said, "and--er--Jack," he continued. "By the way, Jack, Clarice Pendomer will be at Matocton--"
"I rejoice in her good luck," said Charteris, equably.
"--and--well! I was wondering--?"