IX
I shall never forget the impressions of that evening, nor the way, in particular, the immediate effect of some of them was to merge the light of my extravagant perceptions in a glamour much more diffused. I remember feeling seriously warned, while dinner lasted, not to yield further to my idle habit of reading into mere human things an interest so much deeper than mere human things were in general prepared to supply. This especial hour, at Newmarch, had always a splendour that asked little of interpretation, that even carried itself, with an amiable arrogance, as indifferent to what the imagination could do for it. I think the imagination, in those halls of art and fortune, was almost inevitably accounted a poor matter; the whole place and its partic.i.p.ants abounded so in pleasantness and picture, in all the felicities, for every sense, taken for granted there by the very basis of life, that even the sense most finely poetic, aspiring to extract the moral, could scarce have helped feeling itself treated to something of the snub that affects--when it does affect--the uninvited reporter in whose face a door is closed. I said to myself during dinner that these were scenes in which a transcendent intelligence had after all no application, and that, in short, any preposterous acuteness might easily suffer among them such a loss of dignity as overtakes the newspaper-man kicked out. We existed, all of us together, to be handsome and happy, to be really what we looked--since we looked tremendously well; to be that and neither more nor less, so not discrediting by musty secrets and aggressive doubts our high privilege of harmony and taste. We were concerned only with what was bright and open, and the expression that became us all was, at worst, that of the shaded but gratified eye, the air of being forgivingly dazzled by too much l.u.s.tre.
Mrs. Server, at table, was out of my range, but I wondered if, had she not been so, I shouldn"t now have been moved to recognise in her fixed expressiveness nothing more than our common reciprocal tribute. Hadn"t everyone my eyes could at present take in a fixed expressiveness? Was I not very possibly myself, on this ground of physiognomic congruity, more physiognomic than anyone else? I made my excellence, on the chance, go as far as it would to cover my temporary doubts. I saw Mrs. Brissenden, in another frock, naturally, and other jewels from those of the evening before; but she gave me, across the board, no more of a look than if she had quite done with me. It struck me that she felt she _had_ done--that, as to the subject of our discussion, she deemed her case by this time so established as to offer comparatively little interest. I couldn"t come to her to renew the discussion; I could only come to her to make my submission; and it doubtless appeared to her--to do her justice--more delicate not to triumph over me in advance. The profession of joy, however, reigned in her handsome face none the less largely for my not having the benefit of it. If I seem to falsify my generalisation by acknowledging that her husband, on the same side, made no more public profession of joy than usual, I am still justified by the fact that there was something in a manner decorative even in Brissenden"s wonted gloom. He reminded me at this hour more than ever of some fine old Velasquez or other portrait--a presentation of ugliness and melancholy that might have been royal. There was as little of the common in his dry, distinguished patience as in the case I had made out for him.
Blighted and ensconed, he looked at it over the rigid convention, his peculiar perfection of necktie, shirt-front and waistcoat, as some aged remnant of sovereignty at the opera looks over the ribbon of an order and the ledge of a box.
I must add, however, that in spite of my sense of his wife"s indulgence I kept quite aware of the nearer approach, as course followed course, of my hour of reckoning with her--more and more saw the moment of the evening at which, frankly amused at last at having me in a cleft stick, she would draw me a little out of the throng. Of course, also, I was much occupied in asking myself to what degree I was prepared to be perjured. _Was_ I ready to pretend that my candour was still unconvinced? And was I in this case only instinctively mustering my arguments? I was certainly as sorry that Mrs. Server was out of my view as if I proposed still to fight; and I really felt, so far as that went, as if there might be something to fight for after the lady on my left had given me a piece of news. I had asked her if she happened to know, as we couldn"t see, who was next Mrs. Server, and, though unable to say at the moment, she made no scruple, after a short interval, of ascertaining with the last directness. The stretch forward in which she had indulged, or the information she had caused to be pa.s.sed up to her while I was again engaged on my right, established that it was Lord Lutley who had brought the lovely lady in and that it was Mr. Long who was on her other side. These things indeed were not the finest point of my companion"s communication, for I saw that what she felt I would be really interested in was the fact that Mr. Long had brought in Lady John, who was naturally, therefore, his other neighbour. Beyond Lady John was Mr. Obert, and beyond Mr. Obert Mrs. Froome, not, for a wonder, this time paired, as by the immemorial tradition, so fairly comical in its candour, with Lord Lutley. Wasn"t it too funny, the kind of grandmotherly view of their relation shown in their always being put together? If I perhaps questioned whether "grandmotherly" were exactly the name for the view, what yet at least was definite in the light of this evening"s arrangement was that there did occur occasions on which they were put apart. My friend of course disposed of this observation by the usual exception that "proved the rule"; but it was absurd how I had thrilled with her announcement, and our exchange of ideas meanwhile helped to carry me on.
My theory had not at all been framed to embrace the phenomenon thus presented; it had been precisely framed, on the contrary, to hang together with the observed inveteracy of escape, on the part of the two persons about whom it busied itself, from public juxtaposition of more than a moment. I was fairly upset by the need to consider at this late hour whether going in for a new theory or bracing myself for new facts would hold out to me the better refuge. It is perhaps not too much to say that I should scarce have been able to sit still at all but for the support afforded me by the oddity of the separation of Lord Lutley and Mrs. Froome; which, though resting on a general appearance directly opposed to that of my friends, offered somehow the relief of a suggestive a.n.a.logy. What I could directly clutch at was that if the exception did prove the rule in the one case it might equally prove it in the other. If on a rare occasion one of these couples might be divided, so, by as uncommon a chance, the other might be joined; the only difference being in the gravity of the violated law. For which pair was the betrayal greatest? It was not till dinner was nearly ended and the ladies were about to withdraw that I recovered lucidity to make out how much more machinery would have had to be put into motion consistently to prevent, than once in a way to minimise, the disconcerting accident.
All accidents, I must add, were presently to lose themselves in the unexpectedness of my finding myself, before we left the dining-room, in easy talk with Gilbert Long--talk that was at least easy for _him_, whatever it might have struck me as necessarily destined to be for me. I felt as he approached me--for he did approach me--that it was somehow "important"; I was so aware that something in the state of my conscience would have prevented me from a.s.suming conversation between us to be at this juncture possible. The state of my conscience was that I knew too much--that no one had really any business to know what I knew. If he suspected but the fiftieth part of it there was no simple spirit in which he could challenge me. It would have been simple of course to desire to knock me down, but that was barred by its being simple to excess. It wouldn"t even have been enough for him merely to ground it on a sudden fancy. It fitted, in fine, with my cogitations that it was so significant for him to wish to speak to me that I didn"t envy him his attempt at the particular shade of a.s.surance required for carrying the thing off. He would have learned from Mrs. Server that I was not, as regarded them, at all as others were; and thus his idea, the fruit of that stimulation, could only be either to fathom, to felicitate, or--as it were--to destroy me. What was at the same time obvious was that no one of these att.i.tudes would go quite of itself. The simple sight of him as he quitted his chair to take one nearer my own brought home to me in a flash--and much more than anything had yet done--the real existence in him of the condition it was my private madness (none the less private for Grace Brissenden"s so limited glimpse of it,) to believe I had coherently stated. Is not this small touch perhaps the best example I can give of the intensity of amus.e.m.e.nt I had at last enabled my private madness to yield me? I found myself owing it, from this time on and for the rest of the evening, moments of the highest concentration.
Whatever there might have been for me of pain or doubt was washed straight out by the special sensation of seeing how "clever" poor Long not only would have to be, but confidently and actually _was_; inasmuch as this apprehension seemed to put me in possession of his cleverness, besides leaving me all my own. I made him welcome, I helped him to another cigarette, I felt above all that I should enjoy him; my response to his overture was, in other words, quickly enough to launch us. Yet I fear I can do little justice to the pleasant suppressed tumult of impression and reflection that, on my part, our ten minutes together produced. The elements that mingled in it scarce admit of discrimination. It was still more than previously a deep sense of being justified. My interlocutor was for those ten minutes immeasurably superior--superior, I mean, to himself--and he couldn"t possibly have become so save through the relation I had so patiently tracked. He faced me there with another light than his own, spoke with another sound, thought with another ease and understood with another ear. I should put it that what came up between us was the mere things of the occasion, were it not for the fine point to which, in my view, the things of the occasion had been brought. While our eyes, at all events, on either side, met serenely, and our talk, dealing with the idea, dealing with the extraordinary special charm, of the social day now deepening to its end, touched our companions successively, touched the manner in which this one and that had happened to be predominantly a part of that charm; while such were our immediate conditions I wondered of course if he had not, just as consciously and essentially as I, quite another business in mind. It was not indeed that our allusion to the other business would not have been wholly undiscoverable by a third person.
So far as it took place it was of a "subtlety," as we used to say at Newmarch, in relation to which the common register of that pressure would have been, I fear, too old-fashioned a barometer. I had moreover the comfort--for it amounted to that--of perceiving after a little that we understood each other too well for our understanding really to have tolerated the interference of pa.s.sion, such pa.s.sion as would have been represented on his side by resentment of my intelligence and on my side by resentment of his. The high sport of such intelligence--between gentlemen, to the senses of any other than whom it must surely be closed--demanded and implied in its own intimate interest a certain amenity. Yes, accordingly, I had promptly got the answer that my wonder at his approach required: he had come to me for the high sport. He would formerly have been incapable of it, and he was beautifully capable of it now. It was precisely the kind of high sport--the play of perception, expression, sociability--in which Mrs. Server would a year or two before have borne as light a hand. I need scarcely add how little it would have found itself in that lady"s present chords. He had said to me in our ten minutes everything amusing she couldn"t have said. Yet if when our host gave us the sign to adjourn to the drawing-room so much as all this had grown so much clearer, I had still, figuratively speaking, a small nut or two left to crack. By the time we moved away together, however, these resistances had yielded. The answers had really only been waiting for the questions. The play of Long"s mind struck me as more marked, since the morning, by the same amount, as it might have been called, as the march of poor Briss"s age; and if I had, a while before, in the wood, had my explanation of this latter addition, so I had it now of the former--as to which I shall presently give it.
When music, in English society, as we know, is not an accompaniment to the voice, the voice can in general be counted on to a.s.sert its pleasant ident.i.ty as an accompaniment to music; but at Newmarch we had been considerably schooled, and this evening, in the room in which most of us had a.s.sembled, an interesting pianist, who had given a concert the night before at the near county town and been brought over during the day to dine and sleep, would scarce have felt in any sensitive fibre that he was not having his way with us. It may just possibly have been an hallucination of my own, but while we sat together after dinner in a dispersed circle I could have worked it out that, as a company, we were considerably conscious of some experience, greater or smaller from one of us to the other, that had prepared us for the player"s spell.
Felicitously scattered and grouped, we might in almost any case have had the air of looking for a message from it--of an imagination to be flattered, nerves to be quieted, sensibilities to be soothed. The whole scene was as composed as if there were scarce one of us but had a secret thirst for the infinite to be quenched. And it was the infinite that, for the hour, the distinguished foreigner poured out to us, causing it to roll in wonderful waves of sound, almost of colour, over our receptive att.i.tudes and faces. Each of us, I think, now wore the expression--or confessed at least to the suggestion--of some indescribable thought; which might well, it was true, have been nothing more unmentionable than the simple sense of how the posture of deference to this n.o.ble art has always a certain personal grace to contribute. We neglected nothing of it that could make our general effect ample, and whether or no we were kept quiet by the piano, we were at least admonished, to and fro, by our mutual visibility, which each of us clearly, desired to make a success. I have little doubt, furthermore, that to each of us was due, as the crown of our inimitable day, the imputation of having something quite of our own to think over.
We thought, accordingly--we continued to think, and I felt that, by the law of the occasion, there had as yet been for everyone no such sovereign warrant for an interest in the private affairs of everyone else. As a result of this influence all that at dinner had begun to fade away from me came back with a rush and hovered there with a vividness. I followed many trains and put together many pieces; but perhaps what I most did was to render a fresh justice to the marvel of our civilised state. The perfection of that, enjoyed as we enjoyed it, all made a margin, a series of concentric circles of rose-colour (shimmering away into the pleasant vague of everything else that didn"t matter,) for the so salient little figure of Mrs. Server, still the controlling image for me, the real principle of composition, in this affluence of fine things.
What, for my part, while I listened, I most made out was the beauty and the terror of conditions so highly organised that under their rule her small lonely fight with disintegration could go on without the betrayal of a gasp or a shriek, and with no worse tell-tale contortion of lip or brow than the vibration, on its golden stem, of that constantly renewed flower of amenity which my observation had so often and so mercilessly detached only to find again in its place. This flower nodded perceptibly enough in our deeply stirred air, but there was a peace, none the less, in feeling the spirit of the wearer to be temporarily at rest. There was for the time no gentleman on whom she need pounce, no lapse against which she need guard, no presumption she need create, nor any suspicion she need destroy. In this pause in her career it came over me that I should have liked to leave her; it would have prepared for me the pleasant after-consciousness that I had seen her pa.s.s, as I might say, in music out of sight.
But we were, alas! all too much there, too much tangled and involved for that; every actor in the play that had so unexpectedly insisted on const.i.tuting itself for me sat forth as with an intimation that they were not to be so easily disposed of. It was as if there were some last act to be performed before the curtain could fall. Would the definite dramatic signal for ringing the curtain down be then only--as a grand climax and _coup de theatre_--the due attestation that poor Briss had succ.u.mbed to inexorable time and Mrs. Server given way under a cerebral lesion? Were the rest of us to disperse decorously by the simple action of the discovery that, on our pianist"s striking his last note, with its consequence of permitted changes of att.i.tude, Gilbert Long"s victim had reached the point of final simplification and Grace Brissenden"s the limit of age recorded of man? I could look at neither of these persons without a sharper sense of the contrast between the tragedy of their predicament and the comedy of the situation that did everything for them but suspect it. They had truly been arrayed and anointed, they had truly been isolated, for their sacrifice. I was sufficiently aware even then that if one hadn"t known it one might have seen nothing; but I was not less aware that one couldn"t know anything without seeing all; and so it was that, while our pianist played, my wandering vision played and played as well. It took in again, while it went from one of them to the other, the delicate light that each had shed on the other, and it made me wonder afresh what still more delicate support they themselves might not be in the very act of deriving from their dim community. It was for the glimmer of this support that I had left them together two or three hours before; yet I was obliged to recognise that, travel between them as my fancy might, it could detect nothing in the way of a consequent result. I caught no look from either that spoke to me of service rendered them; and I caught none, in particular, from one of them to the other, that I could read as a symptom of their having compared notes.
The fellow-feeling of each for the lost light of the other remained for me but a tie supposit.i.tious--the full-blown flower of my theory. It would show here as another flower, equally mature, for me to have made out a similar dim community between Gilbert Long and Mrs. Brissenden--to be able to figure them as groping side by side, proportionately, towards a fellowship of light overtaken; but if I failed of this, for ideal symmetry, that seemed to rest on the general truth that joy brings people less together than sorrow.
So much for the course of my impressions while the music lasted--a course quite consistent with my being prepared for new combinations as soon as it was over. Promptly, when that happened, the bow was unbent; and the combination I first seized, amid motion and murmur and rustle, was that, once more, of poor Briss and Lady John, the latter of whom had already profited by the general reaction to endeavour to cultivate afresh the vainest of her sundry appearances. She had laid on him the same coercive hand to which I owed my having found him with her in the afternoon, but my intervention was now to operate with less ceremony. I chanced to be near enough to them for Brissenden, on seeing me, to fix his eyes on me in silence, but in a manner that could only bring me immediately nearer. Lady John never did anything in silence, but she greeted me as I came up to them with a fine false alarm. "No, indeed,"
she cried, "you shan"t carry him off this time!"--and poor Briss disappeared, leaving us face to face, even while she breathed defiance.
He had made no joke of it, and I had from him no other recognition; it was therefore a mere touch, yet it gave me a sensible hint that he had begun, as things were going, to depend upon me, that I already in a fashion figured to him--and on amazingly little evidence after all--as his natural protector, his providence, his effective omniscience. Like Mrs. Server herself, he was materially on my hands, and it was proper I should "do" for him. I wondered if he were really beginning to look to me to avert his inexorable fate. Well, if his inexorable fate was to be an unnameable climax, it had also its special phases, and one of these I _had_ just averted. I followed him a moment with my eyes, and I then observed to Lady John that she decidedly took me for too simple a person. She had meanwhile also watched the direction taken by her liberated victim, and was the next instant prepared with a reply to my charge. "Because he has gone to talk with May Server? I don"t quite see what you mean, for I believe him really to be in terror of her. Most of the men here _are_, you know, and I"ve really a.s.sured myself that he doesn"t find her any less awful than the rest. He finds her the more so by just the very marked extra attention that you may have noticed she has given him."
"And does that now happen to be what he has so eagerly gone off to impress upon her?"
Lady John was so placed that she could continue to look at our friends, and I made out in her that she was not, in respect to them, without some slight elements of perplexity. These were even sufficient to make her temporarily neglect the defence of the breach I had made in her consistency. "If you mean by "impressing upon" her speaking to her, he hasn"t gone--you can see for yourself--to impress upon her anything; they have the most extraordinary way, which I"ve already observed, of sitting together without sound. I don"t know," she laughed, "what"s the matter with such people!"
"It proves in general," I admitted, "either some coldness or some warmth, and I quite understand that that"s not the way _you_ sit with your friends. You steer admirably clear of every extravagance. I don"t see, at any rate, why Mrs. Server is a terror----"
But she had already taken me up. "If she doesn"t chatter as _I_ do?" She thought it over. "But she does--to everyone but Mr. Briss. I mean to every man she can pick up."
I emulated her reflection. "Do they complain of it to you?"
"They"re more civil than you," she returned; "for if, when they flee before it, they b.u.mp up against me in their flight, they don"t explain that by intimating that they"re come from bad to worse. Besides, I see what they suffer."
"And do you hear it?"
"What they suffer? No, I"ve taken care not to suffer myself. I don"t listen. It"s none of my business."
"Is that a way of gently expressing," I ventured to ask, "that it"s also none of mine?"
"It might be," she replied, "if I had, as you appear to, the imagination of atrocity. But I don"t pretend to so much as conceive what"s your business."
"I wonder if it isn"t just now," I said after a moment, "to convict you of an attempt at duplicity that has not even had the saving grace of success! Was it for Brissenden himself that you spoke just now as if you believed him to wish to cling to you?"
"Well, I"m kind enough for anything," she goodnaturedly enough laughed.
"But what," she asked more sharply, "are you trying to find out?"
Such an awful lot, the answer to this would politely have been, that I daresay the aptness of the question produced in my face a shade of embarra.s.sment. I felt, however, the next moment that I needn"t fear too much. What I, on approaching Lady John, had found myself moved to test, using her in it as a happy touchstone, was the degree of the surrounding, the latent, sense of things: an impulse confirmed by the manner in which she had momentarily circled about the phenomenon of Mrs.
Server"s avidity, about the mystery of the terms made with it by our friend. It was present to me that if I could catch, on the part of my interlocutress, anything of a straight scent, I might take that as the measure of a diffused danger. I mentally applied this term to the possibility of diffusion, because I suddenly found myself thinking with a kind of horror of any accident by which I might have to expose to the world, to defend against the world, to share with the world, that now so complex tangle of hypotheses that I have had for convenience to speak of as my theory. I could toss the ball myself, I could catch it and send it back, and familiarity had now made this exercise--in my own inner precincts--easy and safe. But the mere brush of Lady John"s clumsier curiosity made me tremble for the impunity of my creation. If there had been, so to speak, a discernment, however feeble, of _my_ discernment, it would have been irresistible to me to take this as the menace of some incalculable catastrophe or some public ugliness. It wasn"t for me definitely to image the logical result of a verification by the sense of others of the matter of my vision; but the thing had only to hang before me as a chance for me to feel that I should utterly object to it, though I may appear to weaken this statement if I add that the opportunity to fix the degree of my actual companion"s betrayed mystification was almost a spell. This, I conceive, was just by reason of what was at stake. How could I happily tell her what I was trying to find out?--tell her, that is, not too much for security and yet enough for relief? The best answer seemed a brave jump. I was conscious of a certain credit open with her in my appearance of intellectual sympathy.
"Well," I brought out at last, "I"m quite aching to ask you if you"ll forgive me a great liberty, which I owe to your candid challenge my opportunity to name. Will you allow me to say frankly that I think you play a dangerous game with poor Briss, in whom I confess I"m interested?
I don"t of course speak of the least danger to yourself; but it"s an injustice to any man to make use of him quite so flagrantly. You don"t in the least flatter yourself that the poor fellow is in love with you--you wouldn"t care a bit if he were. Yet you"re willing to make him think you like him, so far as that may be necessary to explain your so frequently ingenious appropriation of him. He doesn"t like you _too_ much, as yet; doesn"t even like you quite enough. But your potency may, after all, work on him, and then, as your interest is so obviously quite elsewhere, what will happen will be that you"ll find, to your inconvenience, that you"ve gone too far. A man never likes a woman enough unless he likes her _more_ than enough. Unfortunately it"s what the inveterate a.s.s is sure sooner or later to do."
Lady John looked just enough interested to look detached from most of the more vulgar liabilities to offence. "Do I understand that to be the pretty name by which you describe Mr. Briss?"
"He has his share of it, for I"m thinking of the idiots that we everyone of us are. I throw out a warning against a contingency."
"Are you providing for the contingency of his ceasing to care for his wife? If you are"--and Lady John"s amus.e.m.e.nt took on a breadth--"you may be said to have a prudent mind and to be taking time by the forelock."
At this I p.r.i.c.ked up my ears. "Do you mean because of his apparently incorruptible constancy?"
"I mean because the whole thing"s so before one. She has him so in hand that they"re neither of them in as much danger as would count for a mouse. It doesn"t prevent his liking to dally by the way--for _she_ dallies by the way, and he does everything she does. Haven"t I observed her," Lady John continued, "dallying a little, so far as that goes, with _you_? You"ve the tact to tell me that he doesn"t think me good enough, but I don"t require, do I?--for such a purpose as his--to be very extraordinarily good. You may say that you wrap it up immensely and try to sugar the dose! Well, all the same, give up, for a quiet life, the attempt to be a providence. You can"t be a providence and not be a bore.
A real providence _knows_; whereas you," said Lady John, making her point neatly, "have to find out--and to find out even by asking "the likes of" _me_. Your fine speech meanwhile doesn"t a bit tell me what."
It affected me again that she could get so near without getting nearer.
True enough it was that I wanted to find out; and though I might expect, or fear, too much of her, I wondered at her only seeing this--at her not reading deeper. The peril of the public ugliness that haunted me rose or fell, at this moment, with my varying view of her density. Or rather, to be more exact, I already saw her as necessarily stupid because I saw her as extravagantly vain. What I see now of course is that I was on my own side almost stupidly hard with her--as I may also at that hour have been subject to her other vice. Didn"t I perhaps, in proportion as I felt how little she saw, think awfully well of myself, as we said at Newmarch, for seeing so much more? It comes back to me that the sense thus established of my superior vision may perfectly have gone a little to my head. If it was a frenzied fallacy I was all to blame, but if it was anything else whatever it was naturally intoxicating. I really remember in fact that nothing so much as this confirmed presumption of my impunity had appeared to me to mark the fine quality of my state. I think there must fairly have been a pitch at which I was not sure that not to partake of that state was, on the part of others, the sign of a gregarious vulgarity; as if there were a positive advantage, an undiluted bliss, in the intensity of consciousness that I had reached. _I_ alone was magnificently and absurdly aware--everyone else was benightedly out of it. So I reflected that there would be almost nothing I mightn"t with safety mention to my present subject of practice as an acknowledgment that I was meddlesome.
I could put no clue in her hand that her notorious acuteness would make of the smallest use to her. The most she could do would be to make it of use to myself, and the clue it seemed best to select was therefore a complete confession of guilt.
"You"ve a lucidity of your own in which I"m forced to recognise that the highest purity of motive looks shrivelled and black. You bring out accordingly what has made me thus beat about the bush. Have you really such a fund of indulgence for Gilbert Long as we most of us, I gather--though perhaps in our blindness--seem to see it stick out again that he supposes? _May_ he fondly feel that he can continue to count on it? Or, if you object to my question in that form, is it not, frankly, to making his att.i.tude--after all so thoroughly public--more convenient to each of you that (without perhaps quite measuring what you"re about,) you"ve gone on sacrificing poor Briss? I call it sacrificing, you see, in spite of there having been as yet no such great harm done. And if you ask me again what business of mine such inquiries may represent, why, the best thing will doubtless be to say to you that, with a smaller dose of irrepressible irony in my composition than you have in yours, I can"t make so light as you of my tendency to worry on behalf of those I care for. Let me finally hasten to add that I"m not now including in that category either of the two gentlemen I"ve named."
I freely concede, as I continue my record, that to follow me at all, at this point, gave proof on Lady John"s part of a faculty that should have prevented my thinking of her as inordinately backward. "Then who in the world _are_ these objects of your solicitude?"
I showed, over and above my hesitation, my regret for the need of it.
"I"m afraid I can"t tell you."
At this, not unnaturally, she fairly scoffed. "Asking me everything and telling me nothing, you nevertheless look to me to satisfy you? Do you mean," she pursued, "that you speak for persons whose interest is more legitimately founded than the interest you so flatteringly attribute to myself?"
"Well, yes--let them be so described! Can"t you guess," I further risked, "who const.i.tutes at least _one_ of my preoccupations?"
The condescension of her consent to think marked itself handsomely enough. "Is it your idea to pretend to me that I"m keeping Grace Brissenden awake?" There was consistency enough in her wonder. "She has not been anything but nice to me; she"s not a person whose path one crosses without finding it out; and I can"t imagine what has got into her if any such grievance as that is what she has been pouring out to you in your apparently so deep confabulations."
This toss of the ball was one that, I saw quickly enough, even a taste for sport wouldn"t justify my answering, and my logical interest lay moreover elsewhere. "Dear no! Mrs. Brissenden certainly feels her strength, and I should never presume to take under my charge any personal situation of hers. I had in my mind a very different ident.i.ty."
Lady John, as if to be patient with me, looked about at our companions for a hint of it, wondering which of the ladies I might have been supposed to "care for" so much as to tolerate in her a preference for a rival; but the effect of this survey was, I the next instant observed, a drop of her attention from what I had been saying. Her eye had been caught by the sight of Gilbert Long within range of us, and then had been just visibly held by the fact that the person seated with him on one of the small sofas that almost of necessity made conversation intimate was the person whose name, just uttered between us, was, in default of the name she was in search of, still in the air. Gilbert Long and Mrs. Briss were in familiar colloquy--though I was aware, at the first flush, of nothing in this that should have made my interlocutress stare. That is I was aware of nothing but that I had simultaneously myself been moved to some increase of sharpness. What _could_ I have known that should have caused me to wonder at the momentary existence of this particular conjunction of minds unless it were simply the fact that I hadn"t seen it occur amid the many conjunctions I had already noticed--_plus_ the fact that I had a few minutes before, in the interest of the full roundness of my theory, actually been missing it?
These two persons had met in my presence at Paddington and had travelled together under my eyes; I had talked of Mrs. Briss with Long and of Long with Mrs. Briss; but the vivid picture that their social union forthwith presented stirred within me, though so strangely late in the day, it might have seemed, for such an emotion, more than enough freshness of impression. Yet--now that I did have it there--why should it be vivid, why stirring, why a picture at all? Was _any_ temporary collocation, in a house so encouraging to sociability, out of the range of nature?
Intensely prompt, I need scarcely say, were both my freshness and my perceived objections to it. The happiest objection, could I have taken time to phrase it, would doubtless have been that the particular effect of this juxtaposition--to my eyes at least--was a thing not to have been foreseen. The parties to it looked, certainly, as I felt that I hadn"t prefigured them; though even this, for my reason, was not a description of their aspect. Much less was it a description for the intelligence of Lady John--to whom, however, after all, some formulation of what she dimly saw would not be so indispensable.