"I"d bring Crayford over."
"Would he come?"
"I"d make him."
"But we might--"
"No, Mrs. Charmian. He ought to hear it in Mustapha. I know him. He"s a hard business man. But he"s awfully susceptible too. And then he"s great on scenic effects. Now, he"s never been in Africa. Think of the glamour of it, especially in summer, when the real Africa emerges, by Gee, in all its blue and fire! We"d plunge him in it, you and I. That Casbah scene--you know, the third act! I"d take him there by moonlight on a September night--full moon--show him the women on their terraces and in their courts, the town dropping down to the silver below, while the native music--by Gee! We"d dazzle him, we"d spread the magic carpet for him, we"d carry him away till he couldn"t say no, till he"d be as mad on the thing as we are!"
"Oh, Alston, if we could!"
She had caught all his enthusiasm. It seemed to her that in North Africa Mr. Crayford could not refuse the opera. From that moment she had made up her mind. No London season! Whatever happened, she and Claude were going to remain at Djenan-el-Maqui till the opera was finished, finished to the last detail. That very evening she spoke about it to Claude.
"Claudie," she said. "Are you very keen on going to London this year?"
He looked at her as if almost startled.
"I? But, surely--do you mean that you don"t want to go?"
She moved her head.
"Not one little bit."
"Well, but then where do you wish to go?"
"Where? Why should we go anywhere?"
"Stay here?"
"I"ve come to love this little house, the garden, even those absurd goldfish that are always looking for nothing."
"Well, but the heat!"
His voice did not sound reluctant or protesting, only a little doubtful and surprised.
"Lots of people stay. Algiers doesn"t empty of human beings, only of travellers, because it"s summer. And we are up on a height."
"That"s true. And I could work on quietly."
"Absolutely undisturbed."
"The only thing is I meant to see Jernington."
Jernington was the professor with whom Claude studied orchestration in London.
"Get him over here."
"Jernington! Why, he never leaves London!"
"Get him to for a month. We"ll pay all his expenses and everything, of course."
"How you go ahead!" he said, laughing. "You must be a twin of Alston"s, I think."
"What has got to be done can be done."
"Well, but the expense; you know, Charmian, we live right up to our income."
"Hang the expense! Oh, as Alston would say!"
He laughed.
"You really are a marvellous wife!"
"Am I? Am I?"
"I might sound old Jernington. He"ll think I"m raving mad, but still--"
"I only hope," she said, smiling and eager, "that he won"t be so raving sane as to refuse."
"But what will Madre think, not seeing you--us, I mean?"
Charmian looked grave.
"Yes, I know. But Madre has never come to see us here."
"Oh, Charmian, there could never be a cloud between Madre and us!"
"No, no, never! Still, why has she never come?"
"She really hates the sea. You know she has never in her life done more than cross the Channel."
"Do you think that is the reason why she has never come?"
"How can I know?"
"Claude, Madre is strange sometimes. Don"t you think so?"
"Strange? She is absolutely herself. She does not take anyone else"s color, if that is what you mean. I love that in her."
"So do I. Still, I think she is strange."
At this moment Alston came in and the conversation dropped. But both husband and wife thought many times of "Madre" that day, and not without a certain uneasiness. Was the heart of the mother with them in their enterprise?
Charmian put that question to herself. But Claude did not put it. He thought of Mrs. Mansfield"s intense and fiery eyes. They saw far, saw deep. He loved them, the look in them. But he must try to forget them.
He must give himself to the enthusiasm of his wife and of Alston Lake.
He sent a long telegram to Jernington, saying how difficult it was for him to leave Mustapha, and begging Jernington to come over during the summer so that they might work together in quiet. All expenses were to be paid. Next day he received a telegram from Jernington: "Very difficult is it absolutely impossible for you to come to England?"
"I"ll answer that," said Charmian.