"What! And not go to Holland? What is to become of my after-cure?"
"Oh, it"s too late for that, now. We"ve used up the month running about, and tiring ourselves to death. I should like to rest a week--to get into my berth on the Norumbia and rest!"
"I guess the September gales would have something to say about that."
"I would risk the September gales."
LXXII.
In the morning March came home from his bankers gay with the day"s provisional sunshine in his heart, and joyously expectant of his wife"s pleasure in the letters he was bringing. There was one from each of their children, and there was one from Fulkerson, which March opened and read on the street, so as to intercept any unpleasant news there might be in them; there were two letters for Mrs. March which he knew without opening were from Miss Triscoe and Mrs. Adding respectively; Mrs. Adding"s, from the postmarks, seemed to have been following them about for some time.
"They"re all right at home," he said. "Do see what those people have been doing."
"I believe," she said, taking a knife from the breakfast tray beside her bed to cut the envelopes, "that you"ve really cared more about them all along than I have."
"No, I"ve only been anxious to be done with them."
She got the letters open, and holding one of them up in each hand she read them impartially and simultaneously; then she flung them both down, and turned her face into her pillow with an impulse of her inalienable girlishness. "Well, it is too silly."
March felt authorized to take them up and read them consecutively; when he had done, so he did not differ from his wife. In one case, Agatha had written to her dear Mrs. March that she and Burnamy had just that evening become engaged; Mrs. Adding, on her part owned a farther step, and announced her marriage to Mr. Kenby. Following immemorial usage in such matters Kenby had added a postscript affirming his happiness in unsparing terms, and in Agatha"s letter there was an avowal of like effect from Burnamy. Agatha hinted her belief that her father would soon come to regard Burnamy as she did; and Mrs. Adding professed a certain humiliation in having realized that, after all her misgiving about him, Rose seemed rather relieved than otherwise, as if he were glad to have her off his hands.
"Well," said March, "with these troublesome affairs settled, I don"t see what there is to keep us in Europe any longer, unless it"s the consensus of opinion in Tom, Bella, and Fulkerson, that we ought to stay the winter."
"Stay the winter!" Mrs. March rose from her pillow, and clutched the home letters to her from the abeyance in which they had fallen on the coverlet while she was dealing with the others. "What do you mean?"
"It seems to have been prompted by a hint you let drop, which Tom has pa.s.sed to Bella and Fulkerson."
"Oh, but that was before we left Carlsbad!" she protested, while she devoured the letters with her eyes, and continued to denounce the absurdity of the writers. Her son and daughter both urged that now their father and mother were over there, they had better stay as long as they enjoyed it, and that they certainly ought not to come home without going to Italy, where they had first met, and revisiting the places which they had seen together when they were young engaged people: without that their silver wedding journey would not be complete. Her son said that everything was going well with "Every Other Week", and both himself and Mr. Fulkerson thought his father ought to spend the winter in Italy, and get a thorough rest. "Make a job of it, March," Fulkerson wrote, "and have a Sabbatical year while you"re at it. You may not get another."
"Well, I can tell them," said Mrs. March indignantly, "we shall not do anything of the kind."
"Then you didn"t mean it?"
"Mean it!" She stopped herself with a look at her husband, and asked gently, "Do you want to stay?"
"Well, I don"t know," he answered vaguely. The fact was, he was sick of travel and of leisure; he was longing to be at home and at work again.
But if there was to be any self-sacrifice which could be had, as it were, at a bargain; which could be fairly divided between them, and leave him the self and her the sacrifice, he was too experienced a husband not to see the advantage of it, or to refuse the merit. "I thought you wished to stay."
"Yes," she sighed, "I did. It has been very, very pleasant, and, if anything, I have over-enjoyed myself. We have gone romping through it like two young people, haven"t we?"
"You have," he a.s.sented. "I have always felt the weight of my years in getting the baggage registered; they have made the baggage weigh more every time."
"And I"ve forgotten mine. Yes, I have. But the years haven"t forgotten me, Basil, and now I remember them. I"m tired. It doesn"t seem as if I could ever get up. But I dare say it"s only a mood; it may be only a cold; and if you wish to stay, why--we will think it over."
"No, we won"t, my dear," he said, with a generous shame for his hypocrisy if not with a pure generosity. "I"ve got all the good out of it that there was in it, for me, and I shouldn"t go home any better six months hence than I should now. Italy will keep for another time, and so, for the matter of that, will Holland."
"No, no!" she interposed. "We won"t give up Holland, whatever we do. I couldn"t go home feeling that I had kept you out of your after-cure; and when we get there, no doubt the sea air will bring me up so that I shall want to go to Italy, too, again. Though it seems so far off, now! But go and see when the afternoon train for the Hague leaves, and I shall be ready. My mind"s quite made up on that point."
"What a bundle of energy!" said her husband laughing down at her.
He went and asked about the train to the Hague, but only to satisfy a superficial conscience; for now he knew that they were both of one mind about going home. He also looked up the trains for London, and found that they could get there by way of Ostend in fourteen hours. Then he went back to the banker"s, and with the help of the Paris-New York Chronicle which he found there, he got the sailings of the first steamers home.
After that he strolled about the streets for a last impression of Dusseldorf, but it was rather blurred by the constantly recurring pull of his thoughts toward America, and he ended by turning abruptly at a certain corner, and going to his hotel.
He found his wife dressed, but fallen again on her bed, beside which her breakfast stood still untasted; her smile responded wanly to his brightness. "I"m not well, my dear," she said. "I don"t believe I could get off to the Hague this afternoon."
"Could you to Liverpool?" he returned.
"To Liverpool?" she gasped. "What do you mean?"
"Merely that the Cupania is sailing on the twentieth, and I"ve telegraphed to know if we can get a room. I"m afraid it won"t be a good one, but she"s the first boat out, and--"
"No, indeed, we won"t go to Liverpool, and we will never go home till you"ve had your after-cure in Holland." She was very firm in this, but she added, "We will stay another night, here, and go to the Hague tomorrow. Sit down, and let us talk it over. Where were we?"
She lay down on the sofa, and he put a shawl over her. "We were just starting for Liverpool."
"No, no we weren"t! Don"t say such things, dearest! I want you to help me sum it all, up. You think it"s been a success, don"t you?"
"As a cure?"
"No, as a silver wedding journey?"
"Perfectly howling."
"I do think we"ve had a good time. I never expected to enjoy myself so much again in the world. I didn"t suppose I should ever take so much interest in anything. It shows that when we choose to get out of our rut we shall always find life as fresh and delightful as ever. There is nothing to prevent our coming any year, now that Tom"s shown himself so capable, and having another silver wedding journey. I don"t like to think of it"s being confined to Germany quite."
"Oh, I don"t know. We can always talk of it as our German-Silver Wedding Journey."
"That"s true. But n.o.body would understand nowadays what you meant by German-silver; it"s perfectly gone out. How ugly it was! A sort of greasy yellowish stuff, always getting worn through; I believe it was made worn through. Aunt Mary had a castor of it, that I can remember when I was a child; it went into the kitchen long before I grew up. Would a joke like that console you for the loss of Italy?"
"It would go far to do it. And as a German-Silver Wedding Journey, it"s certainly been very complete."
"What do you mean?"
"It"s given us a representative variety of German cities. First we had Hamburg, you know, a great modern commercial centre."
"Yes! Go on!"
"Then we had Leipsic, the academic."
"Yes!"
"Then Carlsbad, the supreme type of a German health resort; then Nuremberg, the mediaeval; then Ans.p.a.ch, the extinct princely capital; then Wurzburg, the ecclesiastical rococo; then Weimar, for the literature of a great epoch; then imperial Berlin; then Frankfort, the memory of the old free city; then Dusseldorf, the centre of the most poignant personal interest in the world--I don"t see how we could have done better, if we"d planned it all, and not acted from successive impulses."
"It"s been grand; it"s been perfect! As German-Silver Wedding Journey it"s perfect--it seems as if it had been ordered! But I will never let you give up Holland! No, we will go this afternoon, and when I get to Schevleningen, I"ll go to bed, and stay there, till you"ve completed your after-cure."