"Colonel Ashley has come up to a good many scratches in his time. He"s not likely to fail in this one."
"Well, then, what more is there to it?"
"There"s a good deal more. There are things I can"t explain, and which you wouldn"t understand if I did. Coming up to the scratch isn"t everything. Charles the First came up to the scratch when he walked up and had his head cut off; but there was more to be said."
"And you mean that your Colonel Ashley would be brave enough to walk up and have _his_ head cut off?"
"I know he"d be brave enough. It"s no question of courage. He had the Victoria Cross before he was thirty. But it"s a n.o.ble head; and it might be a pity it should have to fall."
"But I don"t understand why it should."
"No, you wouldn"t unless you"d lived among them. They"d all admit he had done the right thing. They"d say that, having come out here to marry her, he could do no less than go through with it. That part of it would be all right. Even in the Rangers it might make comparatively little difference--except that now and then Olivia would feel uncomfortable.
Only when he was mentioned at the Horse Guards for some important command they"d remember that there was something queer--something shady--about his wife"s family, and his name would be pa.s.sed over."
He nodded thoughtfully. "I see."
"Oh no, you don"t. It"s much too intricate for you to see. You couldn"t begin to understand how poignant it might become, especially for her, without knowing their ways and traditions--"
He jumped to his feet. "Their ways and traditions be--!"
"Yes; that"s all very fine. But they"re very good ways, Peter. They"ve got to keep the honor of the Service up to a very high standard. Their ways are all right. But that doesn"t keep them from being terrible forces to come up against, especially for a proud thing like her. And now that the postponing of the wedding has got into the papers--"
"Yes; I"ve seen "em. Got it pretty straight, too, all things considered."
"And that sort of thing simply flies. It will be in the New York papers to-morrow, and in the London ones the day after. We always get those things cabled over there. We know about the elopements and the queer things that happen in America when we don"t hear of anything else.
Within forty-eight hours they"ll be talking of it at the Rangers" depot in Suss.e.x--and at Heneage--and all through his county--and at the Horse Guards. You see if they aren"t! You"ve no idea how people have their eye on him. And when they hear the wedding has been put off for a scandal they"ll have at their heels all the men who"ve hated him--and all the women who"ve envied her--"
He leaned his shoulders against the mantelpiece, his hands behind his back. "Pooh! That sort of dog can only bark."
"No; that"s where you"re wrong, Peter. In England it can bite. It can raise a to-do around their name that will put a dead stop to his promotion--that is, the best kind of promotion, such as he"s on the way to."
"The deuce take his promotion! Let"s think of--_her_."
"That"s just what I thought you"d do, Peter; and with all your advantages--"
"Drop that, Drusilla," he commanded. "You know you don"t mean it. You know as well as I do that I haven"t a chance--even if I wanted one--which I don"t. You"re not thinking of me--or of her. You"re thinking of him--and how to get him out of a match that won"t tend to his advancement."
"I"m thinking of every one, Peter--of every one but myself, that is. I"m thinking of him, and her, and you--"
"Then you"ll do me a favor if you leave me out."
She sprang to her feet, her little figure looking slim and girlish.
"I can"t leave you out, Peter, when you"re the Hamlet of the piece.
That"s nonsense. I"m not plotting or planning on any one"s behalf. It isn"t my temperament. I only say that if this--this affair--didn"t come off--though I suppose it will--I feel sure it will--yet if it didn"t--then, with all your advantages--and after what you"ve done for her--"
He strode forward, almost upsetting the tea-table beside which she stood. "Look here, Drusilla. You may as well understand me once for all.
I wouldn"t marry a girl who took me because of what I"d done for her, not if she was the last woman in the world."
"But you would if she was the first, Peter. And I"m convinced that for you she _is_ the first--"
"Now, now!" he warned her, "that"ll do! I"ve been generous enough not to say anything as to who"s first with you, though you don"t take much pains to hide it. Why not--?"
"You"re all first with me," she protested. "I don"t know which of you I"m the most sorry for."
"Don"t waste your pity on me. I"m perfectly happy. There"s only one of the lot who needs any consideration whatever. And, by G.o.d! if he"s not true to her, I"ll--"
"Your intervention won"t be called for, Peter," she a.s.sured him, making her way toward the door. "You"re greatly mistaken if you think I"ve asked for it."
"Then for Heaven"s sake what _have_ you asked for? _I_ don"t see."
She was in the hall, but she turned and spoke through the doorway. "I"ve only asked you not to be an idiot. I merely beg, for all our sakes, that if something precious is flung down at your feet you"ll have the common sense to stoop and pick it up."
"I"ll consider that," he called after her, as she sped up the stairs, "when I see it lying there."
XII
It may be admitted at once that, on arriving at Tory Hill and hearing from Olivia"s lips the tale of her father"s downfall, Colonel Rupert Ashley received the first perceptible check in a very distinguished career. Up to this point the sobriquet of "Lucky Ashley," by which he was often spoken of in the Rangers, had been justified by more than one spectacular success. He had fulfilled so many special missions to uncivilized and half-civilized and queerly civilized tribes that he had come to feel as if he habitually went on his way with the might of the British Empire to back him. It was he who in South Africa brought the M"popos to order without shedding a drop of blood; it was he who in the eastern Soudan induced the followers of the Black Prophet to throw in their lot with the English, securing by this move the safety of Upper Egypt; it was he who in the Malay Peninsula intimidated the Sultan of Surak into accepting the British protectorate, thus removing a menace to the peace of the Straits Settlements. Even if he had had no other exploits to his credit, these alone would have a.s.sured his favor with the home authorities. It had become something like a habit, at the Colonial Office or the War Officer or the Foreign Office, as the case might be, whenever there was trouble on one of the Empire"s vague outer frontiers, to ask, "Where"s Ashley?" Wherever he was, at Gibraltar or Simla or Cairo or at the Rangers" depot in Suss.e.x, he was sent for and consulted. Once having gained a reputation for skill in handling barbaric potentates, he knew how to make the most of it, both abroad and in Whitehall. On rejoining his regiment, too, after some of his triumphant expeditions, he was careful to bear himself with a modesty that took the point from detraction, a.s.suring, as it did, his brother-officers that they would have done as well as he, had they enjoyed the same chances.
He was not without a policy in this, since from the day of receiving his commission he had combined a genuine love of his profession with a quite laudable intention to "get on." He cherished this ambition more naturally, perhaps, than most of his comrades, who took the profession of arms lightly, for the reason that the instinct for it might be said to be in his blood. The Ashleys were not an old county family. Indeed, it was only a generation or so since they had achieved county rank. It was a fact not generally remembered at the present day that the grandfather of the colonel of the Suss.e.x Rangers had been a successful and estimable manufacturer of brushes. In the early days of Queen Victoria he owned a much-frequented emporium in Regent Street, at which you could get anything in the line from a tooth-brush to a currycomb.
Retiring from business in the fifties, with a considerable fortune for the time, this Mr. Ashley had purchased Heneage from the impoverished representatives of the Umfravilles. As luck would have it, the new owners found a not unattractive Miss Umfraville almost going with the place, since she lived in select but inexpensive lodgings in the village. Her manners being as gentle as her blood, and her face even gentler than either, if such a thing could be, it was in keeping with the spirit that had borne the Ashleys along to look upon her as an opportunity. Young Mr. Ashley, to whom his father had been able to give the advantages of Oxford, knew at a glance that with this lady at his side recognition by the county would be a.s.sured. Being indifferent to recognition by the county except in so far as it expressed a phase of advancement, and superior to calculation as a motive for the matrimonial state, young Ashley proceeded with all due formality to fall in love; and it was from the pa.s.sion incidental to this episode that Lucky Ashley was born.
All this had happened so long ago, according to modern methods of reckoning, that the county had already forgotten what it was the original Ashley had manufactured, or that he had manufactured anything at all. By the younger generation it was a.s.sumed that Heneage had pa.s.sed to the Ashley family through intermarriage with the Umfravilles. Certain it was that the Ashleys maintained the Umfraville tradition and used the Umfraville arms. What chiefly survived of the spirit that had made the manufacture of brushes so lucrative a trade was the intention young Rupert Ashley took with him into the army--to get on.
He had got on. Every one spoke of him nowadays as a coming man. It was conceded that when generals like Lord Englemere or Lord Bannockburn pa.s.sed away, it would be to such men as Rupert Ashley--the number of them could be counted on the fingers of your two hands!--that the country would look for its defenders. They were young men, comparatively, as yet; but they were waiting and in training. It was a national a.s.set to know that they were there.
It was natural, then, that Ashley"s eyes should be turning in the direction of the great appointments. He had won so much distinction in the Jakh War and the Dargal War that there was nothing to which, with time, he could not aspire. True, he had rivals; true, there were men who could supplant him without putting any great strain upon their powers; true, there were others with more family influence, especially of that petticoat influence which had been known to carry so much weight in high and authoritative quarters; but he had confidence in himself, in his ability, his star--the last named of which had the merit of always seeming to move forward.
Everything began to point, therefore, to his marrying. In a measure it was part of his qualification for high command. He had reached that stage in his development, both private and professional, at which the co-operation of a good and graceful wife would double his capacity for public service, besides giving him that domestic consolation of which he began to feel the need. There were posts he could think of--posts that would naturally be vacant before many years were past--in which the fact of his being unmarried would be a serious drawback if his name were to come up. Better to be unmarried than to be saddled with a wife who from any deficiency of birth or manner was below the level of her station! Of course! He had seen more than one man, splendidly qualified otherwise, pa.s.sed over because of that mischance. But with a wife who in her way was equal to him in his they would both go far. Who could venture to say how far?
In this respect he was fortunate in knowing exactly what he wanted. That is, he had seen enough of the duties of high position to be critical of the ladies who performed them. Experience enabled him to create his ideal by a process of elimination. Many a time, as he watched some great general"s wife--Lady Englemere, let us say, or Lady Bannockburn--receive her guests, he said to himself, "That is exactly what my wife shall not be." She should not be a military intrigante like the one, nor a female martinet like the other, nor a gambler like a third, nor a sn.o.b like a fourth, nor a fool about young men like several he could think of. By dint of fastidious observation and careful rejection of the qualities of which he disapproved, a vision rose before him of the woman who would be the complement of himself. He saw her clever, spirited, high-bred--a woman of the world, familiar with literature and arts, and speaking at least one language besides her mother-tongue. In dress she should be exquisite, in conversation tactful, in manner sympathetic. As mistress of the house she should be thorough; as a hostess, full of charm; as a mother--but his imagination hardly went into that. That she should be a perfect mother he took for granted, just as he took it for granted that she should be beautiful. A woman who had the qualifications he desired could not be less than beautiful from the sheer operation of the soul.
Considering how definite his ideas were--and moderate, on the whole--it surprised him to find no one to embody them. It sometimes seemed to him that the traditional race of Englishwomen had become extinct. Those he met were either brilliant and hard, or handsome and horsey, or athletic and weedy, or smart and selfish, or pretty and silly, or sweet and provincial, or good and grotesque. With the best will in the world to fall in love, he found little or no temptation. Indeed, he had begun to think that the type of woman on whom he had set his heart was, like some article of an antiquated fashion, no longer produced when unexpectedly he saw her.
He saw her unexpectedly, because it was at church; and whatever his motives on that bright Sunday morning in May in attending the old garrison chapel in Southsea, the hope of seeing his vision realized was not one. If, apart from the reasons for which people are supposed to go to church, he had any special thought, it was that of meeting Mrs. Fane.
It had happened two or three times already that, having perceived her at the service, he had joined her on the Common afterward, and she had asked him home to lunch. They had been pleasant little luncheons--so pleasant that he almost regretted the fact that she was an American. He had nothing against Americans in themselves. He knew a number of their women who had married into one arm or another of the Service with conspicuous advantage to their husbands. That, in fact, was part of the trouble. There were so many of them nowadays that he had begun to feel vaguely that where there was question of high position--and he hoped modestly that in his case there was distinctly question of that--it was time the principle was being established of England for the English.
Nevertheless, he had got so far in his consideration of Drusilla Fane as to ask himself whether she was not, as the widow of a British officer, an Englishwoman to all intents and purposes as well as in the strict letter of the law. He could not say that he was in love with her; but neither could he say that one of these days he might not be. If he ever were it would certainly be on the principle of _faute de mieux_; but many a man has chosen his wife on no better ground than that.
Such criticism as he had to make to her disadvantage he could form there and then in the chapel while they were reading the lessons or chanting the psalms. She sat two or three rows in front of him, on the other side of the aisle. There was something about Drusilla in church that suggested a fish out of water. He had noticed it before. She was restless, inattentive; she kept turning her head to see who was behind her or at the other end of the pew; she rarely found the places in the prayer-book or knew just when to kneel down; when she did kneel down she sank into an awkward little bunch; every now and then she stifled, or did not stifle, a yawn.
Ashley had a theory that manner in church is the supreme test of the proprieties. He knew plenty of women who could charm at a dinner or dazzle at a dance, but who displayed their weaknesses at prayer. All unwitting to herself, poor Drusilla was inviting his final--or almost final--judgment on her future, so far at least as he was concerned, for the simple reason that she twitched and sighed and forgot to say the Amens.
And just then his eyes traveled to her neighbor--a tall young lady, dressed in white, with no color in her costume but a sash of hues trembling between sea-green and lilac. She was slender and graceful, with that air at once exquisite and una.s.suming that he had seen in the Englishwoman of his dreams. Though he could get no more than a side glimpse of her face, he divined that it was pure and that it must be thrown into relief by the heavy coil of coppery-brown hair. But what he noticed in her first was that which he thought of concerning other women last--a something holy and withdrawn, a quality of devotion without which he had no conception of real womanhood. It seemed to be a matter of high courtesy with her not to perceive that the choir-boys sang out of tune or that the sermon was prosy. In the matter of kneeling he had seen only one woman in his life--and she the highest in the land--who did it with this marvelous grace at once dignified and humble. "It takes old England," he said to himself, gloatingly, "to make "em like that--simple and--_stunning_."