"Pardon me then. I thought that was why you invited us."
"I imagined she was different," Peter said a little foolishly.
"Ah if you don"t care for her so much the better. It has always seemed to me you make too awfully much of those people."
"Oh I do care for her too--rather. She"s interesting." His sister gave him a momentary, mystified glance and he added: "And she"s dreadful." He felt stupidly annoyed and was ashamed of his annoyance, as he could have a.s.signed no reason for it. It didn"t grow less for the moment from his seeing Gabriel Nash approach Julia, introduced by Nick Dormer. He gave place to the two young men with some alacrity, for he had a sense of being put in the wrong in respect to their specimen by Nash"s very presence. He remembered how it had been a part of their bargain, as it were, that he should present that gentleman to his sister. He was not sorry to be relieved of the office by Nick, and he even tacitly and ironically wished his kinsman"s friend joy of a colloquy with Mrs.
Dallow. Sherringham"s life was spent with people, he was used to people, and both as host and as guest he carried the social burden in general lightly. He could observe, especially in the former capacity, without uneasiness and take the temperature without anxiety. But at present his company oppressed him; he felt worried and that he showed it--which was the thing in the world he had ever held least an honour to a gentleman dedicated to diplomacy. He was vexed with the levity that had made him call his roomful together on so poor a pretext, and yet was vexed with the stupidity that made the witnesses so evidently find the pretext sufficient. He inwardly groaned at the delusion under which he had saddled himself with the Tragic Muse--a tragic muse who was strident and pert--and yet wished his visitors would go away and leave him alone with her.
Nick Dormer said to Mrs. Dallow that he wanted her to know an old friend of his, one of the cleverest men he knew; and he added the hope that she would be gentle and encouraging with him; he was so timid and so easily disconcerted. Mr. Nash hereupon dropped into a chair by the arm of her sofa, their companion went away, and Mrs. Dallow turned her glance upon her new acquaintance without a perceptible change of position. Then she emitted with rapidity the remark: "It"s very awkward when people are told one"s clever."
"It"s only awkward if one isn"t," Gabriel smiled.
"Yes, but so few people are--enough to be talked about."
"Isn"t that just the reason why such a matter, such an exception, ought to be mentioned to them?" he asked. "They mightn"t find it out for themselves. Of course, however, as you say, there ought to be a certainty; then they"re surer to know it. Dormer"s a dear fellow, but he"s rash and superficial."
Mrs. Dallow, at this incitement, turned her glance a second time on her visitor; but during the rest of the conversation she rarely repeated the movement. If she liked Nick Dormer extremely--and it may without more delay be communicated to the reader that she did--her liking was of a kind that opposed no difficulty whatever to her not liking, in case of such a complication, a person attached or otherwise belonging to him. It was not in her nature to "put up" with others for the sake of an individual she loved: the putting up was usually consumed in the loving, and with nothing left over. If the affection that isolates and simplifies its object may be distinguished from the affection that seeks communications and contracts for it, Julia Dallow"s was quite of the encircling, not to say the narrowing sort. She was not so much jealous as essentially exclusive. She desired no experience for the familiar and yet partly unsounded kinsman in whom she took an interest that she wouldn"t have desired for herself; and indeed the cause of her interest in him was partly the vision of his helping her to the particular extensions she did desire--the taste and thrill of great affairs and of public action. To have such ambitions for him appeared to her the highest honour she could do him; her conscience was in it as well as her inclination, and her scheme, to her sense, was n.o.ble enough to varnish over any disdain she might feel for forces drawing him another way. She had a prejudice, in general, against his existing connexions, a suspicion of them, and a supply of off-hand contempt in waiting. It was a singular circ.u.mstance that she was sceptical even when, knowing her as well as he did, he thought them worth recommending to her: the recommendation indeed mostly confirmed the suspicion.
This was a law from which Gabriel Nash was condemned to suffer, if suffering could on any occasion be predicated of Gabriel Nash. His pretension was in truth that he had purged his life of such possibilities of waste, though probably he would have admitted that if that fair vessel should spring a leak the wound in its side would have been dealt by a woman"s hand. In dining two evenings before with her brother and with the Dormers Mrs. Dallow had been moved to exclaim that Peter and Nick knew the most extraordinary people. As regards Peter the att.i.tudinising girl and her mother now pointed that moral with sufficient vividness; so that there was little arrogance in taking a similar quality for granted of the conceited man at her elbow, who sat there as if he might be capable from one moment to another of leaning over the arm of her sofa. She had not the slightest wish to talk with him about himself, and was afraid for an instant that he was on the point of pa.s.sing from the chapter of his cleverness to that of his timidity. It was a false alarm, however, for he only animadverted on the pleasures of the elegant extract hurled--literally _hurle_ in general--from the centre of the room at one"s defenceless head. He intimated that in his opinion these pleasures were all for the performers. The auditors had at any rate given Miss Rooth a charming afternoon; that of course was what Mrs. Dallow"s kind brother had mainly intended in arranging the little party. (Julia hated to hear him call her brother "kind": the term seemed offensively patronising.) But he himself, he related, was now constantly employed in the same beneficence, listening two-thirds of his time to "intonations" and shrieks. She had doubtless observed it herself, how the great current of the age, the adoration of the mime, was almost too strong for any individual; how it swept one along and dashed one against the rocks. As she made no response to this proposition Gabriel Nash asked her if she hadn"t been struck with the main sign of the time, the preponderance of the mountebank, the glory and renown, the personal favour, he enjoyed.
Hadn"t she noticed what an immense part of the public attention he held in London at least? For in Paris society was not so pervaded with him, and the women of the profession, in particular, were not in every drawing-room.
"I don"t know what you mean," Mrs. Dallow said. "I know nothing of any such people."
"Aren"t they under your feet wherever you turn--their performances, their portraits, their speeches, their autobiographies, their names, their manners, their ugly mugs, as the people say, and their idiotic pretensions?"
"I daresay it depends on the places one goes to. If they"re everywhere"--and she paused a moment--"I don"t go everywhere."
"I don"t go anywhere, but they mount on my back at home like the Old Man of the Sea. Just observe a little when you return to London," Mr. Nash went on with friendly instructiveness. Julia got up at this--she didn"t like receiving directions; but no other corner of the room appeared to offer her any particular reason for crossing to it: she never did such a thing without a great inducement. So she remained standing there as if she were quitting the place in a moment, which indeed she now determined to do; and her interlocutor, rising also, lingered beside her unencouraged but unperturbed. He proceeded to remark that Mr.
Sherringham was quite right to offer Miss Rooth an afternoon"s sport; she deserved it as a fine, brave, amiable girl. She was highly educated, knew a dozen languages, was of ill.u.s.trious lineage, and was immensely particular.
"Immensely particular?" Mrs. Dallow repeated.
"Perhaps I should say rather that her mother"s so on her behalf.
Particular about the sort of people they meet--the tone, the standard.
I"m bound to say they"re like _you_: they don"t go everywhere. That spirit"s not so common in the mob calling itself good society as not to deserve mention."
She said nothing for a moment; she looked vaguely round the room, but not at Miriam Rooth. Nevertheless she presently dropped as in forced reference to her an impatient shake. "She"s dreadfully vulgar."
"Ah don"t say that to my friend Dormer!" Mr. Nash laughed.
"Are you and he such great friends?" Mrs. Dallow asked, meeting his eyes.
"Great enough to make me hope we shall be greater."
Again for a little she said nothing, but then went on: "Why shouldn"t I say to him that she"s vulgar?"
"Because he admires her so much. He wants to paint her."
"To paint her?"
"To paint her portrait."
"Oh I see. I daresay she"d do for that."
Mr. Nash showed further amus.e.m.e.nt. "If that"s your opinion of her you"re not very complimentary to the art he aspires to practise."
"He aspires to practise?" she echoed afresh.
"Haven"t you talked with him about it? Ah you must keep him up to it!"
Julia Dallow was conscious for a moment of looking uncomfortable; but it relieved her to be able to demand of her neighbour with a certain manner: "Are you an artist?"
"I try to be," Nash smiled, "but I work in such difficult material."
He spoke this with such a clever suggestion of mysterious things that she was to hear herself once more pay him the attention of taking him up. "Difficult material?"
"I work in life!"
At this she turned away, leaving him the impression that she probably misunderstood his speech, thinking he meant that he drew from the living model or some such plat.i.tude: as if there could have been any likelihood he would have dealings with the dead. This indeed would not fully have explained the abruptness with which she dropped their conversation.
Gabriel, however, was used to sudden collapses and even to sudden ruptures on the part of those addressed by him, and no man had more the secret of remaining gracefully with his conversational wares on his hands. He saw Mrs. Dallow approach Nick Dormer, who was talking with one of the ladies of the emba.s.sy, and apparently signify that she wished to speak to him. He got up and they had a minute"s talk, after which he turned and took leave of his fellow-visitors. She said a word to her brother, Nick joined her, and they then came together to the door. In this movement they had to pa.s.s near Nash, and it gave her an opportunity to nod good-bye to him, which he was by no means sure she would have done if Nick hadn"t been with her. The young man just stopped; he said to Nash: "I should like to see you this evening late. You must meet me somewhere."
"Well take a walk--I should like that," Nash replied. "I shall smoke a cigar at the cafe on the corner of the Place de l"Opera--you"ll find me there." He prepared to compa.s.s his own departure, but before doing so he addressed himself to the duty of a few civil words to Lady Agnes. This effort proved vain, for on one side she was defended by the wall of the room and on the other rendered inaccessible by Miriam"s mother, who clung to her with a quickly-rooted fidelity, showing no symptom of desistance. Nash declined perforce upon her daughter Grace, who said to him: "You were talking with my cousin Mrs. Dallow."
"To her rather than with her," he smiled.
"Ah she"s very charming," Grace said.
"She"s very beautiful."
"And very clever," the girl continued.
"Very, very intelligent." His conversation with Miss Dormer went little beyond this, and he presently took leave of Peter Sherringham, remarking to him as they shook hands that he was very sorry for him. But he had courted his fate.
"What do you mean by my fate?" Sherringham asked.
"You"ve got them for life."
"Why for life, when I now clearly and courageously recognise that she isn"t good?"
"Ah but she"ll become so," said Gabriel Nash.
"Do you think that?" Sherringham brought out with a candour that made his visitor laugh.
"_You_ will--that"s more to the purpose!" the latter declared as he went away.
Ten minutes later Lady Agnes subst.i.tuted a general, vague a.s.sent for all further particular ones, drawing off from Mrs. Rooth and from the rest of the company with her daughters. Peter had had very little talk with Biddy, but the girl kept her disappointment out of her pretty eyes and said to him: "You told us she didn"t know how--but she does!" There was no suggestion of disappointment in this.
Sherringham held her hand a moment. "Ah it"s you who know how, dear Biddy!" he answered; and he was conscious that if the occasion had been more private he would have all lawfully kissed her.