"Trolli_us_. Persuaded you into it?" Dorothy supplemented. "Did you love him?"
This was altogether too intimate an inquiry, and the dowager, failing to bury her blushes in the opulent group of b.u.t.ter-colored flowers that she was bending over to admire, took refuge in her bringing-up.
"We were brought up differently in those days," she said. "I don"t think that men depended upon their wives to quite the same extent they do now."
"I"m asking you all this," Dorothy explained, "because as far as the future is concerned Tony and I are standing now at crossroads. If I oppose or, even without opposing them, if I fail to share in his pleasures, my att.i.tude won"t have any sobering effect. But if I take part with him willingly and enjoy what he enjoys, it may be that I shall have enough influence to prevent his going too far. Frankly, he doesn"t seem to have an idea that there may be something else in life besides self-indulgence, the instant and complete self-indulgence that he always allows himself. Money and rank only exist for him because they are useful to that end. The only thing he was ever denied for five minutes of his life was myself, and after a period of active sulking he got me.
I suppose you spoiled him, really."
The dowager looked melancholy.
"I"m not reproaching you," said Dorothy. "I quite understand the temptation. That"s why I asked if you ever loved your husband. I thought that perhaps you didn"t and that you"d had to love Tony much more in consequence. I"m sorry about that son of mine, because I should have liked to prove that it is possible to devote oneself utterly to a son without spoiling him. Meanwhile, I"m afraid it"s too late to do anything with Tony. You must forgive me for this attack upon illusions. I shall never make another. I only wanted you to know, because you were kind to me when I first came here, that I"ve done my best and that there"s nothing more to be done."
"But you"re so beautiful," said the dowager. "I was never beautiful."
"Oh, so far as keeping him more or less faithful is worth while, I don"t suppose I shall have the least difficulty," Dorothy admitted. "But each time I tame him with a kiss I reduce my own self-respect a little bit, and I blunt his respect for me. If I were his mistress, my kisses would be bribes to make him spend money on me; as his wife my kisses are bribes to prevent his spending money on other women. Anyway, this is the last that you or any one else shall ever hear on this rather unpleasant subject. I think these tigridias that Mr. Greenish was so keen to combine with the ixias were a mistake. They are quite faded by the afternoon."
It was now Dorothy"s turn to direct the conversation toward flowers, while the dowager endeavored to keep it personal.
"I"ve often thought," she began, "what a pity it was for you to cut yourself off so completely from your own family."
"I certainly shouldn"t find them of any help to me now," said Dorothy.
"Well, I don"t know. I think that a mother can always be helpful," the dowager argued. "I think it"s a pity that you should have felt the necessity of eliminating your family like this. I dare say I was to blame in the first place, and I"m afraid that I gave you the impression that we were much more sn.o.bbish down here than we really are. Your impulse was natural in the circ.u.mstances, but I had hoped that I had been able to prove to you that my opposition was only directed against your profession, and you who know what Tony is will surely appreciate my alarm at the idea of his marrying merely to gratify himself at the moment. My own dear old mother was perhaps a little more sensitive than I am to old-fashioned ideas of rank. She belonged to a period when such opinions were widely spread in the society she frequented. I confess that since she died I have found myself inclining more and more every day to what would once have been called Red Radicalism. You know, I really can"t help admiring some of the things that this dreadful government is trying to do." The epithet was so persistently applied by the county that for the dowager it had lost any independent significance; it was like calling a tradesman "dear sir."
Dorothy was tempted to ask the dowager if she did believe the account she had given of her family, but she felt that if she suggested even the possibility of such skepticism she should be admitting its justification. And then suddenly she had a profound regret that her mother had never seen Clare, had never trodden this ancient turf nor sat beneath those cedar-trees. If the dowager had extended the courtesy of breeding to accept those legends her daughter-in-law had spread about herself, her courtesy would certainly not be withheld from accepting that daughter-in-law"s mother. The idea took shape; it positively would be jolly to invite her mother to stay for a month at Clare. Tony would not be bored; he would be away all the time.
"And not merely your family," the dowager was saying. "Oh no, it"s not merely cutting yourself from them, but also from your friends. I"ve heard somebody called Olive alluded to once or twice, and surely she would enjoy visiting here. Though please don"t think me a foolish busybody. Perhaps Olive prefers London."
"Olive has just got married. She was married last week."
"Then I"ve heard you talk about a Sylvia, who possibly might care to stay down here. Dear child, don"t misunderstand me, I beg. I"m only trying to suggest that you are conceivably making a mistake in dividing your life into two. After all, look at this border. See how the old-fashioned favorites of us all are improved by these rarer flowers.
And do notice how well the simple flowers hold their own with those exotics that have been planted out from the greenhouse. You see what I"m trying to tell you? If Tony has certain tastes, if he likes people of whom you and I might even mildly disapprove, let him see them here in another setting. However, that you must decide later on. The only thing I should like to lay stress upon is your duty toward your family...."
"To my mother only," Dorothy interrupted. "I have no duty toward my father."
"Perhaps you will think differently when you have seen your mother. I like her so much already. How could I do otherwise when she has given me a daughter-in-law for whom I have such a great admiration?"
Dorothy took the dowager"s hand and looked down earnestly and affectionately into her upturned gaze.
"Why are you always so sweet to me?" she asked.
"Whatever I am, my dear child, it is only the expression of what I feel."
That evening Dorothy wrote to her mother.
CLARE COURT, DEVON,
_July 8, 1909_.
MY DEAR MOTHER,--Such a long time since I saw you. Don"t you think you could manage a visit to Clare next week? Come for at least a month. It will do you all the good in the world and I should so much enjoy seeing you. You will find my mother-in-law very sympathetic. I had thought of suggesting that you should bring Agnes and Edna with you, but I think that perhaps for the first time you"d rather be alone. The best train leaves Paddington at eleven-twenty. Book to Cherrington Lanes and change at Exeter. On second thoughts I"ll meet you at Exeter on Wednesday next. So don"t make any excuses.
Your loving daughter,
DOROTHY.
The prospect of her mother"s visit was paradoxically a solace for Dorothy"s disappointed maternity. The relation between them was turned upside down, and her mother became a little girl who must be looked after and kept from behaving badly, and who when she behaved well would be petted and spoiled.
Heaven knows what domestic convulsions and spiritual agitations braced Mrs. Caffyn to telegraph presently:
Am bringing three brats will they be enough.
For a moment Dorothy thought that she was coming with Vincent, Gladys, and Marjorie, so invariably did she picture her family as all of the same age as when seven years ago she first left Lonsdale Road to go to the stage. A little consideration led her to suppose that _hats_ not _brats_ were intended, and she telegraphed back:
You will want a nice shady hat for the garden.
Dorothy went to meet Mrs. Caffyn at Exeter in order that the three hours in the slow train between there and Cherrington Lanes might give her an opportunity of recovering herself from that agitation which had made her telegram so ambiguous. It was impossible to avoid a certain amount of pomp at the station, because the station-master, on hearing that her ladyship was expecting her ladyship"s mother, led the way to the platform where the express would arrive and unrolled before her a red carpet of good intentions.
"Stand aside there," he said, severely, to a boy with a basket of newspapers.
"First stop Plymouth," shouted the porters when the express came thundering in.
"Stand aside," thundered the station-master, more loudly; perhaps he was addressing the train this time.
Mrs. Caffyn looked out of a second-cla.s.s compartment and popped in again like some shy burrowing animal that fears the great world.
"What name, my lady, would be on the luggage?" asked the station-master when, notwithstanding her emersion from a second-cla.s.s compartment, he had seen Mrs. Caffyn embraced by her ladyship.
"Caffyn! Caffyn!" he bellowed. "Stand aside there, will you? Both vans are being dealt with, my lady," he informed her.
The luggage was identified; a porter was bidden to carry it to No. 5 platform; and the station-master, taking from Mrs. Caffyn a string-bag in which nothing was left except a paper bag of greengages, led the way to the slow train for Cherrington.
"I traveled second-cla.s.s," Mrs. Caffyn whispered, nervously, while the station-master was stamping about in a first-cla.s.s compartment, dusting the leather seats and arranging the small luggage upon the rack. "I hesitated whether I ought not to travel third, but father was very nice about it."
"Please change this ticket to first-cla.s.s as far as Cherrington Lanes, Mr. Thatcher," said Dorothy.
"Immediately, my lady," he announced; and as he hurried away down the platform Mrs. Caffyn regarded him as the Widow Tw.a.n.kay may have regarded the Genie of the Lamp.
"I"ve brought five hats with me," Mrs. Caffyn announced when the slow train was on its way and Mr. Thatcher was left standing upon the platform and apparently wondering if he could not give it a push from behind as a final compliment to her ladyship. "And now--oh dear, I must remember to call you Dorothy, mustn"t I? By the way, you know that Dorothy is going to have a baby in November? Her husband is so pleased about it. He"s doing very well, you know. Oh yes, the Norbiton Urban District Council have intrusted him with--well, I"m afraid I"ve forgotten just what it is, but he"s doing very well, and I thought you"d be interested to hear about Dorothy. But I really _must_ remember not to call you Norah."
"It wouldn"t very much matter, mother."
"Oh, wouldn"t it?" Mrs. Caffyn exclaimed, brightening. "Well, now, I"m sure that"s a great weight off my mind. All the way down I"ve been worrying about that. And now just tell me, because I don"t want to do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable. What am I to call your sisters-in-law? I understand about your mother-in-law. She will be Lady Clarehaven. Is that right? But your sisters-in-law?"
"Bella and Connie."
"Bella and Connie?" repeated Mrs. Caffyn. "Nothing else? I see. Well, of course, in that case I don"t think I shall feel at all shy."
Although Dorothy was no longer concerned whether her mother did or did not behave as if she were in the habit of visiting at great houses during the summer, she could not resist indulging her own knowledge a little, not with any idea of display, but because she enjoyed the feeling that somebody was dependent upon her superior wisdom in worldly matters. Mrs. Caffyn enjoyed her lessons, just as few women--or men, for that matter--can resist opening a book of etiquette that lies to hand.