"Do everything you ought--everything I imagine, I dream of. You _are_ clever: you can never make me believe the contrary after your speech on Tuesday, Don"t speak to me! I"ve seen, I"ve heard, and I know what"s in you. I shall hold you to it. You"re everything you pretend not to be."
Nick looked at the water while she talked. "Will it always be so amusing?" he asked.
"Will what always be?"
"Why my career."
"Shan"t I make it so?"
"Then it will be yours--it won"t be mine," said Nick.
"Ah don"t say that--don"t make me out that sort of woman! If they should say it"s me I"d drown myself."
"If they should say what"s you?"
"Why your getting on. If they should say I push you and do things for you. Things I mean that you can"t do yourself."
"Well, won"t you do them? It"s just what I count on."
"Don"t be dreadful," Julia said. "It would be loathsome if I were thought the cleverest. That"s not the sort of man I want to marry."
"Oh I shall make you work, my dear!"
"Ah _that_----!" she sounded in a tone that might come back to a man after years.
"You"ll do the great thing, you"ll make my life the best life," Nick brought out as if he had been touched to deep conviction. "I daresay that will keep me in heart."
"In heart? Why shouldn"t you be in heart?" And her eyes, lingering on him, searching him, seemed to question him still more than her lips.
"Oh it will be all right!" he made answer.
"You"ll like success as well as any one else. Don"t tell me--you"re not so ethereal!"
"Yes, I shall like success."
"So shall I! And of course I"m glad you"ll now be able to do things,"
Julia went on. "I"m glad you"ll have things. I"m glad I"m not poor."
"Ah don"t speak of that," Nick murmured. "Only be nice to my mother. We shall make her supremely happy."
"It wouldn"t be for your mother I"d do it--yet I"m glad I like your people," Mrs. Dallow rectified. "Leave them to me!"
"You"re generous--you"re n.o.ble," he stammered.
"Your mother must live at Broadwood; she must have it for life. It"s not at all bad."
"Ah Julia," her companion replied, "it"s well I love you!"
"Why shouldn"t you?" she laughed; and after this no more was said between them till the boat touched sh.o.r.e. When she had got out she recalled that it was time for luncheon; but they took no action in consequence, strolling in a direction which was not that of the house.
There was a vista that drew them on, a gra.s.sy path skirting the foundations of scattered beeches and leading to a stile from which the charmed wanderer might drop into another division of Mrs. Dallow"s property. She said something about their going as far as the stile, then the next instant exclaimed: "How stupid of you--you"ve forgotten Mr.
Hoppus!"
Nick wondered. "We left him in the temple of Vesta. Darling, I had other things to think of there."
"I"ll send for him," said Julia.
"Lord, can you think of him now?" he asked.
"Of course I can--more than ever."
"Shall we go back for him?"--and he pulled up.
She made no direct answer, but continued to walk, saying they would go as far as the stile. "Of course I know you"re fearfully vague," she presently resumed.
"I wasn"t vague at all. But you were in such a hurry to get away."
"It doesn"t signify. I"ve another at home."
"Another summer-house?" he more lightly suggested.
"A copy of Mr. Hoppus."
"Mercy, how you go in for him! Fancy having two!"
"He sent me the number of the magazine, and the other"s the one that comes every month."
"Every month; I see"--but his manner justified considerably her charge of vagueness. They had reached the stile and he leaned over it, looking at a great mild meadow and at the browsing beasts in the distance.
"Did you suppose they come every day?" Julia went on.
"Dear no, thank G.o.d!" They remained there a little; he continued to look at the animals and before long added: "Delightful English pastoral scene. Why do they say it won"t paint?"
"Who says it won"t?"
"I don"t know--some of them. It will in France; but somehow it won"t here."
"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Dallow demanded.
He appeared unable to satisfy her on this point; instead of answering her directly he at any rate said: "Is Broadwood very charming?"
"Have you never been there? It shows how you"ve treated me. We used to go there in August. George had ideas about it," she added. She had never affected not to speak of her late husband, especially with Nick, whose kinsman he had in a manner been and who had liked him better than some others did.
"George had ideas about a great many things."
Yet she appeared conscious it would be rather odd on such an occasion to take this up. It was even odd in Nick to have said it. "Broadwood"s just right," she returned at last. "It"s neither too small nor too big, and it takes care of itself. There"s nothing to be done: you can"t spend a penny."
"And don"t you want to use it?"