"You think too much of the future--you take terribly gloomy views," said Peter, looking for his hat.
"What other views can one take when one"s son has deliberately thrown away a fortune?"
"Thrown one away? Do you mean through not marrying----?"
"I mean through killing by his perversity the best friend he ever had."
Peter stared a moment; then with laughter: "Ah but Julia isn"t dead of it!"
"I"m not talking of Julia," said his aunt with a good deal of majesty.
"Nick isn"t mercenary, and I"m not complaining of that."
"She means Mr. Carteret," Grace explained with all her competence. "He"d have done anything if Nick had stayed in the House."
"But he"s not dead?"
"Charles Carteret"s dying," said Lady Agnes--"his end"s dreadfully near.
He has been a sort of providence to us--he was Sir Nicholas"s second self. But he won"t put up with such insanity, such wickedness, and that chapter"s closed."
"You mean he has dropped Nick out of his will?"
"Cut him off utterly. He has given him notice."
"The old scoundrel!"--Peter couldn"t keep this back. "But Nick will work the better for that--he"ll depend on himself."
"Yes, and whom shall we depend on?" Grace spoke up.
"Don"t be vulgar, for G.o.d"s sake!" her mother e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed with a certain inconsequence.
"Oh leave Nick alone--he"ll make a lot of money," Peter declared cheerfully, following his two companions into the hall.
"I don"t in the least care if he does or not," said Lady Agnes. "You must come upstairs again--I"ve lots to say to you yet," she went on, seeing him make for his hat. "You must arrange to come and dine with us immediately; it"s only because I"ve been so steeped in misery that I didn"t write to you the other day--directly after you had called. We don"t give parties, as you may imagine, but if you"ll come just as we are, for old acquaintance" sake--"
"Just with Nick--if Nick will come--and dear Biddy," Grace interposed.
"Nick must certainly come, as well as dear Biddy, whom I hoped so much to find," Peter p.r.o.nounced. "Because I"m going away--I don"t know when I, shall see them again."
"Wait with mamma. Biddy will come in now at any moment," Grace urged.
"You"re going away?" said Lady Agnes, pausing at the foot of the stairs and turning her white face upon him. Something in her voice showed she had been struck by his own tone.
"I"ve had promotion and you must congratulate me. They"re sending me out as minister to a little hot hole in Central America--six thousand miles away. I shall have to go rather soon."
"Oh I"m so glad!" Lady Agnes breathed. Still she paused at the foot of the stair and still she gazed.
"How very delightful--it will lead straight off to all sorts of other good things!" Grace a little coa.r.s.ely commented.
"Oh I"m crawling up--I"m an excellency," Peter laughed.
"Then if you dine with us your excellency must have great people to meet you."
"Nick and Biddy--they"re great enough."
"Come upstairs--come upstairs," said Lady Agnes, turning quickly and beginning to ascend.
"Wait for Biddy--I"m going out," Grace continued, extending her hand to her kinsman. "I shall see you again--not that you care; but good-bye now. Wait for Biddy," the girl repeated in a lower tone, fastening her eyes on his with the same urgent mystifying gleam he thought he had noted at luncheon.
"Oh I"ll go and see her in Rosedale Road," he threw off.
"Do you mean to-day--now?"
"I don"t know about to-day, but before I leave England."
"Well, she"ll be in immediately," said Grace. "Good-bye to your excellency."
"Come up, Peter--_please_ come up," called Lady Agnes from the top of the stairs.
He mounted and when he found himself in the drawing-room with her and the door closed she expressed her great interest in his fine prospects and position, which she wished to hear all about. She rang for coffee and indicated the seat he would find most comfortable: it shone before him for a moment that she would tell him he might if he wished light a cigar. For Peter had suddenly become restless--too restless to occupy a comfortable chair; he seated himself in it only to jump up again, and he went to the window, while he imparted to his hostess the very little he knew about his post, on hearing a vehicle drive up to the door. A strong light had just been thrown into his mind, and it grew stronger when, looking out, he saw Grace Dormer issue from the house in a hat and a jacket which had all the air of having been a.s.sumed with extraordinary speed. Her jacket was unb.u.t.toned and her gloves still dangling from the hands with which she was settling her hat. The vehicle into which she hastily sprang was a hansom-cab which had been summoned by the butler from the doorstep and which rolled away with her after she had given an address.
"Where"s Grace going in such a hurry?" he asked of Lady Agnes; to which she replied that she hadn"t the least idea--her children, at the pa.s.s they had all come to, knocked about as they liked.
Well, he sat down again; he stayed a quarter of an hour and then he stayed longer, and during this time his appreciation of what she had in her mind gathered force. She showed him that precious quant.i.ty clearly enough, though she showed it by no clumsy, no voluntary arts. It looked out of her sombre, conscious eyes and quavered in her preoccupied, perfunctory tones. She took an extravagant interest in his future proceedings, the probable succession of events in his career, the different honours he would be likely to come in for, the salary attached to his actual appointment, the salary attached to the appointments that would follow--they would be sure to, wouldn"t they?--and what he might reasonably expect to save. Oh he must save--Lady Agnes was an advocate of saving; and he must take tremendous pains and get on and be clever and fiercely ambitious: he must make himself indispensable and rise to the top. She was urgent and suggestive and sympathetic; she threw herself into the vision of his achievements and emoluments as if to appease a little the sore hunger with which Nick"s treachery had left her. This was touching to her nephew, who didn"t remain unmoved even at those more importunate moments when, as she fell into silence, fidgeting feverishly with a morsel of fancy-work she had plucked from a table, her whole presence became an intense, repressed appeal to him. What that appeal would have been had it been uttered was: "Oh Peter, take little Biddy; oh my dear young friend, understand your interests at the same time that you understand mine; be kind and reasonable and clever; save me all further anxiety and tribulation and accept my lovely, faultless child from my hands."
That was what Lady Agnes had always meant, more or less, that was what Grace had meant, and they meant it with singular lucidity on the present occasion, Lady Agnes meant it so much that from one moment to another he scarce knew what she might do; and Grace meant it so much that she had rushed away in a hansom to fetch her sister from the studio. Grace, however, was a fool, for Biddy certainly wouldn"t come. The news of his promotion had started them off, adding point to their idea of his being an excellent match; bringing home to them sharply the sense that if he were going away to strange countries he must take Biddy with him--that something at all events must be settled about Biddy before he went. They had suddenly begun to throb, poor things, with alarm at the ebbing hours.
Strangely enough the perception of all this hadn"t the effect of throwing him on the defensive and still less that of making him wish to bolt. When once he had made sure what was in the air he recognised a propriety, a real felicity in it; couldn"t deny that he was in certain ways a good match, since it was quite probable he would go far; and was even generous enough--as he had no fear of being materially dragged to the altar--to enter into the conception that he might offer some balm to a mother who had had a horrid disappointment. The feasibility of marrying Biddy was not exactly augmented by the idea that his doing so would be a great offset to what Nick had made Lady Agnes suffer; but at least Peter didn"t dislike his strenuous aunt so much as to wish to punish her for her nature. He was not afraid of her, whatever she might do; and though unable to grasp the practical relevancy of Biddy"s being produced on the instant was willing to linger half an hour on the chance of successful production.
There was meanwhile, moreover, a certain contagion in Lady Agnes"s appeal--it made him appeal sensibly to himself, since indeed, as it is time to say, the gla.s.s of our young man"s spirit had been polished for that reflexion. It was only at this moment really that he became inwardly candid. While making up his mind that his only safety was in flight and taking the strong measure of a request for help toward it, he was yet very conscious that another and probably still more effectual safeguard--especially if the two should be conjoined--lay in the hollow of his hand. His sister"s words in Paris had come back to him and had seemed still wiser than when uttered: "She"ll save you disappointments; you"d know the worst that can happen to you, and it wouldn"t be bad."
Julia had put it into a nutsh.e.l.l--Biddy would probably save him disappointments. And then she was--well, she was Biddy. Peter knew better what that was since the hour he had spent with her in Rosedale Road. But he had brushed away the sense of it, though aware that in doing so he took only half-measures and was even guilty of a sort of fraud upon himself. If he was sincere in wishing to put a gulf between his future and that sad expanse of his past and present over which Miriam had cast her shadow there was a very simple way to do so. He had dodged this way, dishonestly fixing on another which, taken alone, was far from being so good; but Lady Agnes brought him back to it. She held him in well-nigh confused contemplation of it, during which the safety, as Julia had called it, of the remedy wrought upon him as he wouldn"t have believed beforehand, and not least to the effect of sweetening, of prettily colouring, the pill. It would be simple and it would deal with all his problems; it would put an end to all alternatives, which, as alternatives were otherwise putting an end to him, would be an excellent thing. It would settle the whole question of his future, and it was high time this should be settled.
Peter took two cups of coffee while he made out his future with Lady Agnes, but though he drank them slowly he had finished them before Biddy turned up. He stayed three-quarters of an hour, saying to himself she wouldn"t come--why should she come? Lady Agnes stooped to no avowal; she really stooped, so far as bald words went, to no part of the business; but she made him fix the next day save one for coming to dinner, and her repeated declaration that there would be no one else, not another creature but themselves, had almost the force of the supplied form for a promise to pay. In giving his word that he would come without fail, and not write the next day to throw them over for some function he should choose to dub obligatory, he felt quite as if he were putting his name to such a doc.u.ment. He went away at half-past three; Biddy of course hadn"t come, and he had been sure she wouldn"t. He couldn"t imagine what Grace"s idea had been, nor what pretext she had put forward to her sister. Whatever these things Biddy had seen through them and hated them. Peter could but like her the more for that.
XL
Lady Agnes would doubtless have done better, in her own interest or in that of her child, to have secured his company for the very next evening. This she had indeed attempted, but her application of her thought had miscarried, Peter bethinking himself that he was importantly engaged. Her ladyship, moreover, couldn"t presume to answer for Nick, since after all they must of course _have_ Nick, though, to tell the truth, the hideous truth, she and her son were scarcely on terms. Peter insisted on Nick, wished particularly to see him, and gave his hostess notice that he would make each of them forgive everything to the other.
She returned that all her son had to forgive was her loving him more than her life, and she would have challenged Peter, had he allowed it, on the general ground of the comparative dignity of the two arts of painting portraits and governing nations. Our friend declined the challenge: the most he did was to intimate that he perhaps saw Nick more vividly as a painter than as a governor. Later he remembered vaguely something his aunt had said about their being a governing family.
He was going, by what he could ascertain, to a very queer climate and had many preparations to make. He gave his best attention to these, and for a couple of hours after leaving Lady Agnes rummaged London for books from which he might extract information about his new habitat. It made apparently no great figure in literature, and Peter could reflect that he was perhaps destined to find a salutary distraction in himself filling the void with a volume of impressions. After he had resigned himself to necessary ignorance he went into the Park. He treated himself to an afternoon or two there when he happened to drop upon London in summer--it refreshed his sense of the British interests he would have to stand up for. Moreover, he had been hiding more or less, and now all that was changed and this was the simplest way not to hide. He met a host of friends, made his situation as public as possible and accepted on the spot a great many invitations; all subject, however, to the mental reservation that he should allow none of them to interfere with his being present the first night of Miriam"s new venture. He was going to the equator to get away from her, but to repudiate the past with some decency of form he must show an affected interest, if he could muster none other, in an occasion that meant so much for her. The least intimate of her a.s.sociates would do that, and Peter remembered how, at the expense of good manners, he had stayed away from her first appearance on any stage at all. He would have been shocked had he found himself obliged to go back to Paris without giving her at the imminent crisis the personal countenance she had so good a right to expect.
It was nearly eight o"clock when he went to Great Stanhope Street to dress for dinner and learn that a note awaiting him on the hall-table and which bore the marks of hasty despatch had come three or four hours before. It exhibited the signature of Miriam Rooth and let him know that she positively expected him at the theatre by eleven o"clock the next morning, for which hour a dress-rehearsal of the revived play had been hurriedly projected, the first night being now definitely fixed for the impending Sat.u.r.day. She counted on his attendance at both ceremonies, but with particular reasons for wishing to see him in the morning. "I want you to see and judge and tell me," she said, "for my mind"s like a flogged horse--it won"t give another kick." It was for the Sat.u.r.day he had made Lady Agnes his promise; he had thought of the possibility of the play in doing so, but had rested in the faith that, from valid symptoms, this complication would not occur till the following week. He decided nothing on the spot as to the conflict of occupations--it was enough to send Miriam three words to the effect that he would sooner perish than fail her on the morrow.
He went to the theatre in the morning, and the episode proved curious and instructive. Though there were twenty people in the stalls it bore little resemblance to those _repet.i.tions generales_ to which, in Paris, his love of the drama had often attracted him and which, taking place at night, in the theatre closed to the public, are virtually first performances with invited spectators. They were to his sense always settled and stately, rehearsals of the _premiere_ even more than rehearsals of the play. The present occasion was less august; it was not so much a concert as a confusion of sounds, and it took audible and at times disputatious counsel with itself. It was rough and frank and spasmodic, but was lively and vivid and, in spite of the serious character of the piece, often exceedingly droll: while it gave Sherringham, oddly enough, a more present sense than ever of bending over the hissing, smoking, sputtering caldron in which a palatable performance is stewed. He looked into the gross darkness that may result from excess of light; that is, he understood how knocked up, on the eve of production, every one concerned in the preparation of a piece might be, with nerves overstretched and gla.s.ses blurred, awaiting the test and the response, the echo to be given back by the big, receptive, artless, stupid, delightful public. Peter"s interest had been great in advance, and as Miriam since his arrival had taken him much into her confidence he knew what she intended to do and had discussed a hundred points with her. They had differed about some of them and she had always said: "Ah but wait till you see how I shall do it at the time!" That was usually her princ.i.p.al reason and her most convincing argument. She had made some changes at the last hour--she was going to do several things in another way. But she wanted a touchstone, wanted a fresh ear, and, as she told Sherringham when he went behind after the first act, that was why she had insisted on this private trial, to which a few fresh ears were to be admitted. They didn"t want to allow it her, the theatre people, they were such a parcel of donkeys; but as to what she meant in general to insist on she had given them a hint she flattered herself they wouldn"t soon forget.
She spoke as if she had had a great battle with her fellow-workers and had routed them utterly. It was not the first time he had heard her talk as if such a life as hers could only be a fighting life and of her frank measure of the fine uses of a faculty for making a row. She rejoiced she possessed this faculty, for she knew what to do with it; and though there might be a certain swagger in taking such a stand in advance when one had done the infinitely little she had yet done, she nevertheless trusted to the future to show how right she should have been in believing a pack of idiots would never hold out against her and would know they couldn"t afford to. Her a.s.sumption of course was that she fought for the light and the right, for the good way and the thorough, for doing a thing properly if one did it at all. What she had really wanted was the theatre closed for a night and the dress-rehearsal, put on for a few people, given instead of _Yolande_. That she had not got, but she would have it the next time. She spoke as if her triumphs behind the scenes as well as before would go by leaps and bounds, and he could perfectly see, for the time, that she would drive her coadjutors in front of her like sheep. Her tone was the sort of thing that would have struck one as preposterous if one hadn"t believed in her; but if one did so believe it only seemed thrown in with the other gifts. How was she going to act that night and what could be said for such a hateful way of doing things? She thrust on poor Peter questions he was all unable to answer; she abounded in superlatives and tremendously strong objections.