"Yes," Uncle Peabody acquiesced. He looked affectionately at her, and fastened behind her ear a little strand of hair which had become loose.
Then he continued, half-jocosely, "The men I know whom I would marry if I were a woman are so precious few that I would certainly be a bachelor maid."
Helen smiled at the expression on Uncle Peabody"s face. "Is it not good to be here together?" she said, simply. "Your visit has meant so much to me, and now I have been considering a lot of plans which you must help me to work out. I have been waiting for just the right time, and now I believe it has come."
Uncle Peabody was genuinely surprised by Helen"s manner as well as by her words.
"How much longer are you going to stay in Florence, Helen?" he asked, pointedly.
"I don"t really know," she replied, frankly. "Our original plan was to leave early in July; but that is only about a month from now, and I presume Jack will require a longer time to complete his work."
"He has not made any definite plans, then?"
"No, and I hope we shall stay at least as long as that. The things which I have in mind may require even more time than I suspect."
"And these things are--"
"You inquisitive old Uncle Peabody!" Helen took his face between her hands as she kissed him affectionately. "I will tell you all in good time, and you shall be the first to know!"
XVII
Helen debated with herself long and seriously regarding the contessa"s invitation. As she had said to Uncle Peabody, her new acquaintance both repelled and attracted her. Here was a woman who had undoubtedly pa.s.sed through far more bitter experiences than she herself would ever be called upon to endure, yet was able to rise supremely above them and force from the world that which she still considered to be her just due.
Helen could not help admiring her for this quality, and she tried to draw from her example some lessons which might be applicable to the present situation. At first she thought of insisting that her husband accompany her. She felt certain that he would not refuse her if he really understood that she expected and wished it, yet she knew without his telling her how distasteful it would be to him. If they were planning to live in Florence, it would, of course, be necessary for him to place himself in evidence, as the contessa had said, for the "respectability" of it; but as their life in Italy was so nearly ended--as their life together was so nearly ended--she felt that there was nothing to be gained in asking him to make this sacrifice. So Helen decided to return the contessa"s call alone.
Alfonse was waiting for her in the motor-car when Emory drove into the court-yard. Seeing the machine, he alighted and stepped through the open door into the hall, where he intercepted her a few moments later when she came down-stairs.
"So you are just going out?" he said, by way of greeting.
"Why, Phil--where did you come from?"
"Out of that old picture there," he replied, pointing to the wall.
"Don"t I look funny without my ruffles and knee-breeches?"
"Do be serious, Phil," Helen laughed.
"I am serious. How could I be otherwise when I see you just going out when I have come all the way up here to have a quiet little chat?"
Helen was clearly disturbed. "This is really too bad," she said, trying to think of some plan out of it. "I promised the Contessa Morelli to take tea with her this afternoon, or I would stay home."
"The Contessa Morelli!" exclaimed Emory. "That simplifies everything."
"I don"t see how," Helen remarked, frankly.
"Why, you can take me with you. What could be easier?"
"That is true," admitted Helen, meditatively. "Why not?"
"I don"t see any "why not,"" Emory a.s.serted.
The contessa welcomed Helen with open arms. "But this is not your husband!" she exclaimed, turning to Emory before Helen had an opportunity to explain. "I had the pleasure of meeting you at the Londi reception, did I not?"
"Mr. Emory came to call just as I was starting out," Helen hastened to say, "and he begged so hard to be allowed to see you again that I could not refuse him."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "BECAUSE "BEAUTIFUL PAINTINGS" DO NOT POSSESS HUSBANDS," REPLIED THE CONTESSA, SAGELY]
"So you could not pull your learned husband away from his books?" the contessa queried, after smilingly accepting Emory"s presence.
"I did not try, contessa," Helen answered, promptly. "He has reached a crisis in his work, and I was unwilling to suggest anything which might divert his mind."
"What an exemplary wife you are! If we all treated our husbands with such consideration they would become even more uncontrollable than at present. Don"t you think so, Mr. Emory?"
"The suggestion is so impossible that I can think of no reply," Emory answered. "Mrs. Armstrong is such an unusual wife as to warrant considering her as an isolated exception."
Emory spoke with such sincerity that the contessa looked at him with renewed interest.
"I knew that to be the case," she said at length, "but I am glad to hear you say it. One so seldom hears a married woman championed so freely by a friend of the opposite s.e.x."
"Mrs. Armstrong needs no champion," Emory hastened to add, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, for Helen"s sake, over the turn the conversation had taken. "But why should I not be permitted to express my admiration for you or for her just as I would for a beautiful painting or any other creation of a lesser artist?"
"Because "beautiful paintings" do not have husbands," replied the contessa, sagely, smiling at Emory"s compliment.
"Since we are speaking of husbands," Helen interrupted, thinking it time to make her hostess exchange places with her, "you promised me that I should meet yours this afternoon."
"Oh no, my dear," the contessa corrected. "I said "unless he was impossible," and that is just what he is to-day. Be thankful that your husband"s infirmity takes the form it does rather than the gout."
"Tell me something about your villa," suggested Helen, glancing around her. "All these places have romantic histories, and I am sure that this is no exception."
"All one has to do in order to forget the romance with which old Italian houses are invested is to live in one," the contessa replied. "As a matter of fact, they contain more rheumatism than romance. This one is fairly livable now, but I wish you could have seen it when Morelli first brought me here as a bride! Words can"t express it. An old-fashioned house-cleaning and some good American dollars make the best antidote I know. The first point of interest I was shown here was the room in which the previous Contessa Morelli died. My ambitions were along different lines, so I added some modern improvements, much to the consternation of my husband and the servants. And the present Contessa Morelli, you may have observed, is still very much alive."
By the time the call came to an end Helen and Emory had learned much regarding Italian life from an American woman"s standpoint, but in the mean time the contessa"s active brain had not been idle. The situation in which she found her new friends puzzled her somewhat and interested her more. She had discovered the indifferent husband and the pa.s.sive wife--two necessary elements in every domestic drama. Emory answered well enough for the admiring friend of the wife, so all that was necessary was to find the second woman and the _dramatis personae_ would be complete. This would explain the husband"s indifference and the wife"s pa.s.sivity. It was an interesting problem, and the contessa saw definite possibilities in it.
As Emory and Helen took their leave Phil suggested that they run down to the library in the motor-car to pick up Armstrong and Miss Thayer.
"Miss Thayer?" queried the contessa.
"My friend, whom you must meet," Helen explained. "She has been with us almost since our arrival, and is a.s.sisting Mr. Armstrong in his literary work."
"Ah!" exclaimed the contessa, beaming as the completeness of her intuition came to her. "How very interesting! I shall look forward to meeting these two other members of your family."
The machine reached the foot of the hill and slowed down to pa.s.s through the city streets before either Emory or Helen broke the silence, yet it was evident that their minds found full employment. The call upon the contessa left them both with an intangibly unpleasant sensation.
"I am sorry I went with you, Helen," Emory remarked, after the long pause.
"I am sorry you did," admitted Helen, frankly, his words fitting in exactly with her own thoughts.
"It is too bad that one can"t do or say the natural thing without having it misunderstood. The contessa is determined to find something upon which she may seize as material for gossip."