Later that day Madame de Melcourt was making a confession to Rodney Temple.
"Oui, mon bon Rodney. It was love at first sight. The thing hadn"t happened to me for years."
"Had it been in the habit of happening?"
"In the habit of happening--that"s too much to say. I may have had a little toquade from time to time--I don"t say no--of an innocence!--or nearly of an innocence!--Mais que voulez-vous?--a woman in my position!--a widow since I was so high!--and exposed to the most flattering attentions. You know nothing about it over here. L"amour est l"enfant de Boheme, as the song says, and, whatever you can say for Waverton and Cambridge and Boston, you"ll admit--"
He leaned back in his rocking-chair with a laugh. "One does the best one can, Vic. We"re children of opportunity as well as enfants de Boheme. If your chances have been more generous, and I presume more tempting, than ours, it isn"t kind of you to come back and taunt us."
"Don"t talk about tempting, Rodney. You can"t imagine how tiresome those men become--always on the hunt for money--always trying to find a wife who"ll support them without their having to work. I speak of the good people, of course. With the bourgeoisie it"s different. They work and take care of their families like other people. Only they don"t count. If I hadn"t money--they"d slam the door on me like that." She indicated the violence of the act by gesture. "As it is, they smother me. There are three of them at Melcourt-le-Danois at this present moment--Anne Marie de Melcourt"s two boys and one girl. They"re all waiting for me to supply the funds with which they"re to make rich marriages. Is it any wonder that I look upon what"s done for my own niece as so much saved?
Henry"s getting into such a hole seemed to me providential--gives me the chance to s.n.a.t.c.h something away from them before they--and when it"s to go ultimately to _him_--"
"The young fellow you"ve taken such a fancy to?"
"You"d have taken a fancy to him, too, if you"d known only men who make it a trade to ask all and give next to nothing in return. You"d be smitten to the core by a man who asks nothing and offers all, if he were as ugly as a gargoyle. But when he takes the form of a blond Hercules, with eyes blue as the myosotis, and a mustache--mais une moustache!--and with no idea whatever of the bigness of the thing he"s doing! It was the thunderbolt, Rodney--le coup de foudre--and no wonder!"
"I hope you told him so."
"I was very stiff with him. I sent him about his business just like that." She snapped her fingers. "But I only meant it with reserves. I let him see how I had been wronged--how cruelly Olivia had misunderstood me--but I showed him, too, how I could forgive." She tore at her breast as though to lay bare her heart. "Oh, I impressed him--not all at once perhaps--but little by little--"
"As he came to know you."
"I wouldn"t let him go away. He stayed at the inn in the village two weeks and more. It"s an old chef of mine who keeps it. And I learned all his secrets. He thought he was throwing dust in my eyes, but he didn"t throw a grain. As if I couldn"t see who was in love with who--after all my experience! Ah, mon bon Rodney, if I"d been fifty years younger! And yet if I"d been fifty years younger, I shouldn"t have judged him at his worth. He"s the type to which you can do justice only when you"ve a standard of comparison, n"est-ce pas? It"s in putting him beside other men--the best--even Ashley over there--that you see how big he is."
She tossed her hand in the direction of Ashley and Drusilla, sitting by the tea-table at the other end of the room. Mrs. Temple had again found errands of mercy to insure her absence.
"Il est tres bien, cet Ashley," the Marquise continued, "chic--distinguished--no more like a wooden man than any other Englishman. Il est tres bien--but what a difference!--two natures--the one a mountain pool, fierce, deep, hemmed in all round--the other the great sea. Voila--Ashley et mon Davenant. And he helped me. He gave me courage to stand up against the Melcourt--to run away from them. Oh yes, we ran away--almost. I made a pretext for going to Paris--the old pretext, the dentist. They didn"t suspect at my age--how should they?--or they wouldn"t have let me come alone. Helie or Paul or Anne Marie would have come with me. Oh, they smother me! But we ran away. We took the train to Cherbourg, just like two eloping lovers--and the bateau de luxe, the _Louisiana_ to New York. Mais helas!--"
She paused to laugh, and at the same time to dash away a tear. "At New York we parted, never to meet again--so he thinks. His work was done! He went straight to that funny place in Michigan to join his pal. He"s there now--waiting to hear that Olivia has married her Englishman, as you might wait to hear that sentence of death on some one you were fond of had been carried out. Ah, mon Dieu, quel brave homme! I"m proud to belong to the people who produced him. I don"t know that I ever was before."
"Oh, the world is full of brave fellows, when the moment comes to try them."
"Perhaps. I"m not convinced. What about _him_?" She flicked her hand again toward Ashley. "Would he stand a big test?"
"He"s stood a good many of them, I understand. He"s certainly been equal to his duty here."
"He"s done what a gentleman couldn"t help doing. That"s something, but it"s possible to ask more."
"I hope you"re not going to ask it," he began, in some anxiety.
"He strikes me as a man who would grant what was wrung from him, while the other--my blond Hercules--gives royally, like a king."
"There"s a soul that climbs as by a ladder, and there"s a soul that soars naturally as a lark. I don"t know that it matters which they do, so long as they both mount upward."
"We shall see."
"What shall we see? I hope you"re not up to anything, Vic?"
With another jerk of her hand in the direction of Ashley and Drusilla, she said, "That"s the match that should have--"
But the old man was out of his seat. "You must excuse me now, Vic. I"ve some work to do."
"Yes, be off. Only--"
She put her forefinger on her lips, rolling her eyes under the brim of her extravagant hat with an expression intended to exclude from their pact of confidence not only the other two occupants of the room, but every one else.
Olivia received the reply to her telegram: "Shall arrive in Boston Wednesday night."
Considering it time to bring the purely financial side of the situation under discussion, Madame de Melcourt explained to her niece that she, the Marquise, had nothing to do, in her own person, with the extraordinary person who was about to arrive. Her part would be accomplished when once she had handed over the _dot_ either to Olivia or to her trustees. As the pa.s.sing of this sum through Miss Guion"s hands was to be no more than a formality, the question of trustees was not worth taking up. With the transfer of securities for the amount agreed upon from the one name to the other--a piece of business which would be carried out by Davis & Stern--the Marquise considered that she would have done all for which she could be called upon. Everything else concerned Olivia and her father and Davenant. Her own interest in the young man would be satisfied with a glance of curiosity.
The brief conversation to this effect having taken place before luncheon, Madame de Melcourt pursued other aspects of the subject with Colonel Ashley when that repast was ended and coffee was being served to them in the library. Olivia having withdrawn to wait on her father, Madame de Melcourt bade him light his cigar while she herself puffed daintily at a cigarette. If she was a little grotesque in doing it, he had seen more than one elderly Englishwoman who, in the same pastime, was even more so.
Taking one thing with another, he liked his future great-aunt by marriage. That is, he liked a connection that would bring him into touch with such things in the world as he held to be important. While he had the scorn natural to the Englishman of the Service cla.s.s for anything out of England that pretended to be an aristocracy, he admitted that the old French royalist cause had claims to distinction. The atmosphere of it clinging to one who was presumably in the heart of its counsels restored him to that view of his marriage as an alliance between high contracting powers which events in Boston had made so lamentably untenable. If he was disconcerted, it was by her odd way of keeping him at arm"s-length.
"She doesn"t like me, what?" he had more than once said to Olivia, and with some misgiving.
Olivia could only answer: "I think she must. She"s said a good many times that you were chic and distinguished. That"s a great deal for any Englishman from her."
"She acts as if she had something up her sleeve."
That had become something like a conviction with him; but to-day he flattered himself that he had made some progress in her graces. His own spirits, too, were so high that he could be affable to Guion, who appeared at table for the only time since the day of their first meeting. Hollow-checked, hollow-eyed, his figure shrunken, and his handsome hand grown so thin that the ring kept slipping from his finger, Guion essayed, in view of his powerful relative"s vindication--for so he liked to think of it--to recapture some of his old elegance as a host.
To this Ashley lent himself with entire good-will, taking Guion"s timid claim for recognition as part of the new heaven and the new earth under process of construction. In this greatly improved universe Olivia, too, acquired in her lover"s eyes a charm, a dignity, a softened grace beyond anything he had dreamed of. If she seemed older, graver, sadder perhaps, the change was natural to one who had pa.s.sed through trials so sordid and so searching. A month of marriage, a month of England, would restore all her youth and freshness.
Nevertheless he was glad to be alone with Madame de Melcourt. It was the moment he had waited for, the moment of paying some fitting tribute to her generosity. He had said little of it hitherto, not wanting, as he put it, "to drag it in by the hair of its head." He knew an opportunity would arise; and it had arisen.
It was the sort of thing he could have done better had he not been haunted by the Englishman"s fear of being over-demonstrative. He was easily capable of turning a nice little speech. Apart from the fear of transgressing the canons of negative good form he would have enjoyed turning one. As it was, he a.s.sumed a stammer and a drawl, jerking out a few inarticulate phrases of which the lady could distinguish only "so awfully good of you" and "never forget your jolly kindness." This being masculine, soldier-like, and British, he was hurt to notice an amused smile on the Marquise"s lips. He could have sworn that she felt the speech inadequate to the occasion. She would probably have liked it better had it been garnished with American flourishes or French ornamentation. "She"s taking me for a jolly a.s.s," he said to himself, and reddened hotly.
In contrast to his deliberate insufficiency the old lady"s thin voice was silvery and precise. Out of some bit of obscure wilfulness, roused by his being an Englishman, she accentuated her Parisian affectations.
"I"m very much delighted, Col-on-el," she said, giving the military t.i.tle its three distinct French syllables, "but you must not think me better than I am. I"m very fond of my niece--and of her father. After all, they stand nearer to me than any one else in the world. They"re all I"ve got of my very own. In any case, they should have had the money some day--when I--that is, I"d made my will n"est-ce pas? But what matters a little sooner or a little later? And I want my niece to be happy. I want a great many things; but when I"ve sifted them all, I think I want that more than anything else."
Ashley bowed. "We shall always feel greatly indebted--" he began, endeavoring to be more elegant than in his words of a few minutes earlier.
"I want her to be happy, Col-on-el. She deserves it. She"s a n.o.ble creature, with a heart of gold and a spirit of iron. And she loves me, I think."
"I know she does, by Jove!"
"And I can"t think of any one else who does love me for myself." She gave a thin, cackling laugh. "They love my money. Le bon Dieu has counted me worthy of having a good deal during these later years. And they"re all very fond of it. But she"s fond of _me_. I was very angry with her once; but now I want her to be happy with the man--with the man she"s in love with. So when Mr. Davenant came and told me of your n.o.ble character--"
"The devil he did!"
Ashley sprang out of his chair. The cigar dropped from his limp fingers.
In stooping to pick it up he caught the echo of his own exclamation. "I beg your pardon--" he began, when he had raised himself. He grew redder than ever; his eyes danced.
"ca ne fait rien, Col-on-el. It"s an expression of which I myself often use the equivalent--in French. But I don"t wonder you"re pleased. Your friend Mr. Davenant made the journey to Europe purposely to tell me how highly you were qualified as a suitor for my niece"s hand. When one has a friend like that--"
"But he"s not my friend."