"I said _about_ half an hour on purpose to be accurate."
"Really, I would just as soon take the steamer," said Susan.
This definite, though very gentle, resistance to her suddenly conceived project decided Mrs. Shiffney. If Susan genuinely wished to go to Algiers by the public steamer, then she would have to go on the yacht.
Mrs. Shiffney had realized from the beginning of their conversation that Susan wished to go to Algiers alone. There had been something in the tone of her voice, in her expression, her quiet manner, which had convinced Mrs. Shiffney of that. Her curiosity was awake, and something else.
"Susan dear, you must allow me to take care of you as far as Algiers,"
she said. "If you don"t want me there I"ll just put you ash.o.r.e on the beach, near Cap Matifou or somewhere, and leave you there with your trunks. You are an eccentric, but that"s no reason why you shouldn"t have a comfortable voyage."
"Very well. It"s very kind of you, Adelaide," Susan returned, without a trace of vexation.
That very day Mrs. Shiffney telegraphed to the captain of the yacht to bring her round to Ma.r.s.eilles. In the evening Susan Fleet returned to Folkestone.
Mrs. Shiffney did not intend to make the journey alone with Susan, and to be left "in the air" at Algiers. She must get a man or two. After a few minutes" thought she sent a message to Max Elliot asking him to look in upon her. When he came she invited him to join the party.
"You must come," she said. "Only ten days or so. Surely you can get away. And you"ll see your protege, Mr. Heath."
"My protege!"
"Well, you were the first to discover him."
"But he"s impossible. A charming fellow with undoubted talent, but so bearish about his music. I gave it up, as you know, though I"m always the Heaths" very good friend."
"Well, but his song?"
"One song! What"s that? And his wife made him compose it. n.o.body has ever heard his really fine work, his Te Deum, and his settings of sacred words."
"His wife and mother have, I believe."
"His wife--yes. And she will take care no one else ever does hear them now."
"Why?"
Max Elliot looked at Mrs. Shiffney. Into his big and genial eyes there came an expression of light sarcasm, almost of contempt. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Art and the world!" he said enigmatically.
"Well, but, Max, don"t you represent the world in connection with the art of music?"
"I! Do I?" he said, suddenly grave.
She laughed.
"I should think so, _mon cher_. I don"t believe either you or I have a right to talk!"
It was a moment of truth, and was followed, as truth often is, by a moment of silence. Then Mrs. Shiffney said:
"Claude Heath has gone to Algiers to compose an opera."
"Oh, all this opera madness is owing to the success of Jacques!"
"Of course. I know that. But another Jacques might spring up, I suppose.
Henriette wouldn"t like that."
"Like it!" exclaimed Max Elliot, twisting his thick lips. "She wants a clear field for the next big event. And I must say she deserves it."
"Just what I think. Well, you"ll come to Algiers and hear how the new opera"s getting on?"
He glanced at her determined eyes.
"Yes, I"ll come. But it must be only for ten days. I"ve got such a lot of work on hand!"
"Perhaps I"ll ask Ferdinand to come, too. Or--"
Suddenly Mrs. Shiffney leaned forward. Her face had become eager, almost excited.
"Shall I ask Henriette and Jacques to come with us? They don"t go to New York this year."
Max Elliot seemed to hesitate. He was an enthusiast, and apt to be carried away by his enthusiasms, sometimes even into absurdity. But he was a thoroughly good fellow, and had not the slightest apt.i.tude or taste for intrigue. Mrs. Shiffney saw his hesitation.
"I will ask them," she said, "Charmian Heath will love to know them, I"m sure. She has such a fine taste in celebrities."
On a brilliant day in the first week of February _The Wanderer_ glided into the harbor of Algiers, and, like a sentient being with a discriminating brain, picked her way to her moorings. On board of her were Mrs. Shiffney, Susan Fleet, Madame Sennier, Jacques Sennier, and Max Elliot.
The composer had been very ill on the voyage. His lamentations and cries of "_Ah, mon Dieu!_" and "_O la la la!_" had been distressing. Madame Sennier had never left him. She had nursed him as if he were a child, holding his poor stomach and back in the great crises of his malady, laying him firmly on his enormous pillows when exhaustion brought a moment of respite, feeding him with a spoon and drenching him with eau de Cologne. She now gave him her arm to help him on deck, twining a m.u.f.fler round his meager throat.
"It"s lovely, my cabbage! You must lift the head! You must regard the jewelled Colonial crown of our beloved France!"
"_Ah, mon Dieu! O la la la!_" replied her celebrated husband.
"My little chicken, you must have courage!"
Susan Fleet had let Charmian know how she was coming, and had mentioned Mrs. Shiffney. But she had said nothing about the Senniers, for the simple reason that Adelaide had told her nothing about them until they stepped into the _wagon-lit_ in Paris. Then she had remarked carelessly:
"Oh, yes, I believe they"re crossing with us! Why not?"
As soon as the yacht was moored the whole party prepared to leave her.
Rooms had been engaged in advance at the Hotel St. George. And Susan Fleet was going at once to Djenan-el-Maqui.
"Tell Charmian Heath I"ll look in this afternoon with Max, Susan, about tea-time. Don"t say anything about the Senniers. They won"t come, I"m sure. He says he"s going straight to bed directly he reaches the hotel.
Charmian would be disappointed. I"ll explain to her."
These were Mrs. Shiffney"s last words to Susan, as she pulled down her thick white veil, opened her parasol, and stepped into the landau to drive up to the hotel. Madame Sennier was already in the carriage, where the composer lay back opposite to her with closed eyes. Even the brilliant sunshine, the soft and delicious air, the gay cries and the movement at the wharf, where many Arabs were unloading bales of goods from the ships, or were touting for employment as porters and guides, failed to rouse him.
"I must go to bed!" was his sole remark.
"My cat, you shall have the best bed in Africa and stay there for a week. Only have courage for another five minutes!" said his wife, speaking to him with the intonation of a strong-hearted mother rea.s.suring a little child.