"I wonder what those really are," said Mrs. Mallowe.
But Mrs. Hauksbee, her face close to the shelf of the new books, was humming softly: "What shall he have who killed the Deer!" She was a lady of unfettered speech.
One month later, she announced her intention of calling upon Mrs.
Delville. Both Mrs. Hauksbee and Mrs. Mallowe were in morning wrappers, and there was a great peace in the land.
"I should go as I was," said Mrs. Mallowe. "It would be a delicate compliment to her style."
Mrs. Hauksbee studied herself in the gla.s.s.
"a.s.suming for a moment that she ever darkened these doors, I should put on this robe, after all the others, to show her what a morning wrapper ought to be. It might enliven her. As it is, I shall go in the dove-colored--sweet emblem of youth and innocence--and shall put on my new gloves."
"If you really are going, dirty tan would be too good; and you know that dove--color spots with the rain."
"I care not. I may make her envious. At least I shall try, though one cannot expect very much from a woman who puts a lace tucker into her habit."
"Just Heavens! When did she do that?"
"Yesterday--riding with The Dancing Master. I met them at the back of Jakko, and the rain had made the lace lie down. To complete the effect, she was wearing an unclean terai with the elastic under her chin. I felt almost too well content to take the trouble to despise her."
"The Hawley Boy was riding with you. What did he think?"
"Does a boy ever notice these things? Should I like him if he did?
He stared in the rudest way, and just when I thought he had seen the elastic, he said, "There"s something very taking about that face." I rebuked him on the spot. I don"t approve of boys being taken by faces."
"Other than your own. I shouldn"t be in the least surprised if the Hawley Boy immediately went to call."
"I forbade him. Let her be satisfied with The Dancing Master, and his wife when she comes up. I"m rather curious to see Mrs. Bent and the Delville woman together."
Mrs. Hauksbee departed and, at the end of an hour, returned slightly flushed.
"There is no limit to the treachery of youth! I ordered the Hawley Boy, as he valued my patronage, not to call. The first person I stumble over--literally stumble over--in her poky, dark, little drawing-room is, of course, the Hawley Boy. She kept us waiting ten minutes, and then emerged as though he had been tipped out of the dirty-clothes basket. You know my way, dear, when I am all put out. I was Superior, crrrushingly Superior! "Lifted my eyes to Heaven, and had heard of nothing--"dropped my eyes on the carpet and "really didn"t know"--"played with my cardcase and "supposed so." The Hawley Boy giggled like a girl, and I had to freeze him with scowls between the sentences."
"And she?"
"She sat in a heap on the edge of a couch, and managed to convey the impression that she was suffering from stomach-ache, at the very least.
It was all I could do not to ask after her symptoms. When I rose she grunted just like a buffalo in the water--too lazy to move."
"Are you certain?"--
"Am I blind, Polly? Laziness, sheer laziness, nothing else--or her garments were only constructed for sitting down in. I stayed for a quarter of an hour trying to penetrate the gloom, to guess what her surroundings were like, while she stuck out her tongue."
"Lu--cy!"
"Well--I"ll withdraw the tongue, though I"m sure if she didn"t do it when I was in the room, she did the minute I was outside. At any rate, she lay in a lump and grunted. Ask the Hawley Boy, dear. I believe the grunts were meant for sentences, but she spoke so indistinctly that I can"t swear to it."
"You are incorrigible, simply."
"I am not! Treat me civilly, give me peace with honor, don"t put the only available seat facing the window, and a child may eat jam in my lap before Church. But I resent being grunted at. Wouldn"t you? Do you suppose that she communicates her views on life and love to The Dancing Master in a set of modulated "Grmphs"?"
"You attach too much importance to The Dancing Master."
"He came as we went, and The Dowd grew almost cordial at the sight of him. He smiled greasily, and moved about that darkened dog-kennel in a suspiciously familiar way."
"Don"t be uncharitable. Any sin but that I"ll forgive."
"Listen to the voice of History. I am only describing what I saw. He entered, the heap on the sofa revived slightly, and the Hawley Boy and I came away together. He is disillusioned, but I felt it my duty to lecture him severely for going there. And that"s all."
"Now for Pity"s sake leave the wretched creature and The Dancing Master alone. They never did you any harm."
"No harm? To dress as an example and a stumbling-block for half Simla, and then to find this Person who is dressed by the hand of G.o.d--not that I wish to disparage Him for a moment, but you know the tikka-dhurzie way He attires those lilies of the field--this Person draws the eyes of men--and some of them nice men? It"s almost enough to make one discard clothing. I told the Hawley Boy so."
"And what did that sweet youth do?"
"Turned sh.e.l.l-pink and looked across the far blue hills like a distressed cherub. Am I talking wildly, Polly? Let me say my say, and I shall be calm. Otherwise I may go abroad and disturb Simla with a few original reflections. Excepting always your own sweet self, there isn"t a single woman in the land who understands me when I am--what"s the word?"
"Tete-Fele"e," suggested Mrs. Mallowe.
"Exactly! And now let us have tiffin. The demands of Society are exhausting, and as Mrs. Delville says"--Here Mrs. Hauksbee, to the horror of the khitmatgars, lapsed into a series of grunts, while Mrs.
Mallowe stared in lazy surprise.
""G.o.d gie us a gude conceit of oorselves,"" said Mrs. Hauksbee, piously, returning to her natural speech. "Now, in any other woman that would have been vulgar. I am consumed with curiosity to see Mrs. Bent. I expect complications."
"Woman of one idea," said Mrs. Mallowe, shortly; "all complications are as old as the hills! I have lived through or near all--all--ALL!"
"And yet do not understand that men and women never behave twice alike.
I am old who was young--if ever I put my head in your lap, you dear, big sceptic, you will learn that my parting is gauze--but never, no never have I lost my interest in men and women. Polly, I shall see this business Out to the bitter end."
"I am going to sleep," said Mrs. Mallowe, calmly. "I never interfere with men or women unless I am compelled," and she retired with dignity to her own room.
Mrs. Hauksbee"s curiosity was not long left ungratified, for Mrs. Bent came up to Simla a few days after the conversation faithfully reported above, and pervaded the Mall by her husband"s side.
"Behold!" said Mrs. Hauksbee, thoughtfully rubbing her nose. "That is the last link of the chain, if we omit the husband of the Delville, whoever he may be. Let me consider. The Bents and the Delvilles inhabit the same hotel; and the Delville is detested by the Waddy--do you know the Waddy?--who is almost as big a dowd. The Waddy also abominates the male Bent, for which, if her other sins do not weigh too heavily, she will eventually be caught up to Heaven."
"Don"t be irreverent," said Mrs. Mallowe. "I like Mrs. Bent"s face."
"I am discussing the Waddy," returned Mrs. Hauksbee, loftily. "The Waddy will take the female Bent apart, after having borrowed--yes!--everything that she can, from hairpins to babies" bottles. Such, my dear, is life in a hotel. The Waddy will tell the female Bent facts and fictions about The Dancing Master and The Dowd."
"Lucy, I should like you better if you were not always looking into people"s back bedrooms."
"Anybody can look into their front drawing-rooms; and remember whatever I do, and whatever I look, I never talk--as the Waddy will. Let us hope that The Dancing Master"s greasy smile and manner of the pedagogue will soften the heart of that cow, his wife. If mouths speak truth, I should think that little Mrs. Bent could get very angry on occasion.
"But what reason has she for being angry?"
"What reason! The Dancing Master in himself is a reason. How does it go?
"If in his life some trivial errors fall, Look in his face and you"ll believe them all." I am prepared to credit any evil of The Dancing Master, because I hate him so. And The Dowd is so disgustingly badly dressed"--
"That she, too, is capable of every iniquity? I always prefer to believe the best of everybody. It saves so much trouble."