Owen waited a little. "And having done that, you departed?"
Fleda felt the full need of giving a reason for her departure; but at first she only said with cheerful frankness: "I departed."
Her companion again looked at her in silence. "I thought you had gone to her for several months."
"Well," Fleda replied, "I couldn"t stay. I didn"t like it. I didn"t like it at all--I couldn"t bear it," she went on. "In the midst of those trophies of Poynton, living with them, touching them, using them, I felt as if I were backing her up. As I was not a bit of an accomplice, as I hate what she has done, I didn"t want to be, even to the extent of the mere look of it--what is it you call such people?--an accessory after the fact." There was something she kept back so rigidly that the joy of uttering the rest was double. She felt the sharpest need of giving him all the other truth. There was a matter as to which she had deceived him, and there was a matter as to which she had deceived Mrs. Gereth, but her lack of pleasure in deception as such came home to her now. She busied herself with the tea and, to extend the occupation, cleared the table still more, spreading out the coa.r.s.e cups and saucers and the vulgar little plates. She was aware that she produced more confusion than symmetry, but she was also aware that she was violently nervous.
Owen tried to help her with something: this made rather for disorder.
"My reason for not writing to you," she pursued, "was simply that I was hoping to hear more from Ricks. I"ve waited from day to day for that."
"But you"ve heard nothing?"
"Not a word."
"Then what I understand," said Owen, "is that, practically, you and Mummy have quarreled. And you"ve done it--I mean you personally--for _me_."
"Oh no, we haven"t quarreled a bit!" Then with a smile: "We"ve only diverged."
"You"ve diverged uncommonly far!"--Owen laughed back. Fleda, with her hideous crockery and her father"s collections, could conceive that these objects, to her visitor"s perception even more strongly than to her own, measured the length of the swing from Poynton and Ricks; she was aware too that her high standards figured vividly enough even to Owen"s simplicity to make him reflect that West Kensington was a tremendous fall. If she had fallen it was because she had acted for him. She was all the more content he should thus see she _had_ acted, as the cost of it, in his eyes, was none of her own showing. "What seems to have happened," he exclaimed, "is that you"ve had a row with her and yet not moved her!"
Fleda considered a moment; she was full of the impression that, notwithstanding her scant help, he saw his way clearer than he had seen it at Ricks. He might mean many things; and what if the many should mean in their turn only one? "The difficulty is, you understand, that she doesn"t really see into your situation." She hesitated. "She doesn"t comprehend why your marriage hasn"t yet taken place."
Owen stared. "Why, for the reason I told you: that Mona won"t take another step till mother has given full satisfaction. Everything must be there. You see, everything _was_ there the day of that fatal visit."
"Yes, that"s what I understood from you at Ricks," said Fleda; "but I haven"t repeated it to your mother." She had hated, at Ricks, to talk with him about Mona, but now that scruple was swept away. If he could speak of Mona"s visit as fatal, she need at least not pretend not to notice it. It made all the difference that she had tried to a.s.sist him and had failed: to give him any faith in her service she must give him all her reasons but one. She must give him, in other words, with a corresponding omission, all Mrs. Gereth"s. "You can easily see that, as she dislikes your marriage, anything that may seem to make it less certain works in her favor. Without my telling her, she has suspicions and views that are simply suggested by your delay. Therefore it didn"t seem to me right to make them worse. By holding off long enough, she thinks she may put an end to your engagement. If Mona"s waiting, she believes she may at last tire Mona out." That, in all conscience, Fleda felt was lucid enough.
So the young man, following her attentively, appeared equally to feel.
"So far as that goes," he promptly declared, "she _has_ at last tired Mona out." He uttered the words with a strange approach to hilarity.
Fleda"s surprise at this aberration left her a moment looking at him.
"Do you mean your marriage is off?"
Owen answered with a kind of gay despair. "G.o.d knows, Miss Vetch, where or when or what my marriage is! If it isn"t "off," it certainly, at the point things have reached, isn"t _on_. I haven"t seen Mona for ten days, and for a week I haven"t heard from her. She used to write me every week, don"t you know? She won"t budge from Waterbath, and I haven"t budged from town." Then he suddenly broke out: "If she _does_ chuck me, will mother come round?"
Fleda, at this, felt that her heroism had come to its real test--felt that in telling him the truth she should effectively raise a hand to push his impediment out of the way. Was the knowledge that such a motion would probably dispose forever of Mona capable of yielding to the conception of still giving her every chance she was ent.i.tled to? That conception was heroic, but at the same moment it reminded Fleda of the place it had held in her plan, she was also reminded of the not less urgent claim of the truth. Ah, the truth--there was a limit to the impunity with which one could juggle with it! Wasn"t what she had most to remember the fact that Owen had a right to his property and that he had also her vow to stand by him in the effort to recover it? How did she stand by him if she hid from him the single way to recover it of which she was quite sure? For an instant that seemed to her the fullest of her life she debated. "Yes," she said at last, "if your marriage is really abandoned, she will give up everything she has taken."
"That"s just what makes Mona hesitate!" Owen honestly exclaimed. "I mean the idea that I shall get back the things only if she gives me up."
Fleda thought an instant. "You mean makes her hesitate to keep you--not hesitate to renounce you?"
Owen looked a trifle bewildered. "She doesn"t see the use of hanging on, as I haven"t even yet put the matter into legal hands. She"s awfully keen about that, and awfully disgusted that I don"t. She says it"s the only real way, and she thinks I"m afraid to take it. She has given me time and then has given me again more. She says I give Mummy too much.
She says I"m a m.u.f.f to go pottering on. That"s why she"s drawing off so hard, don"t you see?"
"I don"t see very clearly. Of course you must give her what you offered her; of course you must keep your word. There must be no mistake about _that_!" the girl declared.
Owen"s bewilderment visibly increased. "You think, then, as she does, that I _must_ send down the police?"
The mixture of reluctance and dependence in this made her feel how much she was failing him. She had the sense of "chucking" him too. "No, no, not yet!" she said, though she had really no other and no better course to prescribe. "Doesn"t it occur to you," she asked in a moment, "that if Mona is, as you say, drawing away, she may have, in doing so, a very high motive? She knows the immense value of all the objects detained by your mother, and to restore the spoils of Poynton she is ready--is that it!--to make a sacrifice. The sacrifice is that of an engagement she had entered upon with joy."
Owen had been blank a moment before, but he followed this argument with success--a success so immediate that it enabled him to produce with decision: "Ah, she"s not that sort! She wants them herself," he added; "she wants to feel they"re hers; she doesn"t care whether I have them or not! And if she can"t get them she doesn"t want _me_. If she can"t get them she doesn"t want anything at all."
This was categoric; Fleda drank it in. "She takes such an interest in them?"
"So it appears."
"So much that they"re _all_, and that she can let everything else absolutely depend upon them?"
Owen weighed her question as if he felt the responsibility of his answer. But that answer came in a moment, and, as Fleda could see, out of a wealth of memory. "She never wanted them particularly till they seemed to be in danger. Now she has an idea about them; and when she gets hold of an idea--Oh dear me!" He broke off, pausing and looking away as with a sense of the futility of expression: it was the first time Fleda had ever heard him explain a matter so pointedly or embark at all on a generalization. It was striking, it was touching to her, as he faltered, that he appeared but half capable of floating his generalization to the end. The girl, however, was so far competent to fill up his blank as that she had divined, on the occasion of Mona"s visit to Poynton, what would happen in the event of the accident at which he glanced. She had there with her own eyes seen Owen"s betrothed get hold of an idea. "I say, you know, _do_ give me some tea!" he went on irrelevantly and familiarly.
Her profuse preparations had all this time had no sequel, and, with a laugh that she felt to be awkward, she hastily complied with his request. "It"s sure to be horrid," she said; "we don"t have at all good things." She offered him also bread and b.u.t.ter, of which he partook, holding his cup and saucer in his other hand and moving slowly about the room. She poured herself a cup, but not to take it; after which, without wanting it, she began to eat a small stale biscuit. She was struck with the extinction of the unwillingness she had felt at Ricks to contribute to the bandying between them of poor Mona"s name; and under this influence she presently resumed: "Am I to understand that she engaged herself to marry you without caring for you?"
Owen looked out into Raphael Road. "She _did_ care for me awfully. But she can"t stand the strain."
"The strain of what?"
"Why, of the whole wretched thing."
"The whole thing has indeed been wretched, and I can easily conceive its effect upon her," Fleda said.
Her visitor turned sharp round. "You _can_?" There was a light in his strong stare. "You can understand it"s spoiling her temper and making her come down on _me_? She behaves as if I were of no use to her at all!"
Fleda hesitated. "She"s rankling under the sense of her wrong."
"Well, was it _I_, pray, who perpetrated the wrong? Ain"t I doing what I can to get the thing arranged?"
The ring of his question made his anger at Mona almost resemble for a minute an anger at Fleda; and this resemblance in turn caused our young lady to observe how handsome he looked when he spoke, for the first time in her hearing, with that degree of heat, and used, also for the first time, such a term as "perpetrated." In addition, his challenge rendered still more vivid to her the mere flimsiness of her own aid. "Yes, you"ve been perfect," she said. "You"ve had a most difficult part. You"ve _had_ to show tact and patience, as well as firmness, with your mother, and you"ve strikingly shown them. It"s I who, quite unintentionally, have deceived you. I haven"t helped you at all to your remedy."
"Well, you wouldn"t at all events have ceased to like me, would you?"
Owen demanded. It evidently mattered to him to know if she really justified Mona. "I mean of course if you _had_ liked me--liked me as _she_ liked me," he explained.
Fleda looked this inquiry in the face only long enough to recognize that, in her embarra.s.sment, she must take instant refuge in a superior one. "I can answer that better if I know how kind to her you"ve been.
_Have_ you been kind to her?" she asked as simply as she could.
"Why, rather, Miss Vetch!" Owen declared. "I"ve done every blessed thing she wished. I rushed down to Ricks, as you saw, with fire and sword, and the day after that I went to see her at Waterbath." At this point he checked himself, though it was just the point at which her interest deepened. A different look had come into his face as he put down his empty teacup. "But why should I tell you such things, for any good it does me? I gather that you"ve no suggestion to make me now except that I shall request my solicitor to act. _Shall_ I request him to act?"
Fleda scarcely heard his words; something new had suddenly come into her mind. "When you went to Waterbath after seeing me," she asked, "did you tell her all about that?"
Owen looked conscious. "All about it?"
"That you had had a long talk with me, without seeing your mother at all?"
"Oh yes, I told her exactly, and that you had been most awfully kind, and that I had placed the whole thing in your hands."
Fleda was silent a moment. "Perhaps that displeased her," she at last suggested.
"It displeased her fearfully," said Owen, looking very queer.
"Fearfully?" broke from the girl. Somehow, at the word, she was startled.