"Do you know what you remind me of these days?" Craig asked one night, when the two had returned to the hotel after one of these long, slow walks, during which they had been unusually silent.
He threw himself into a deep armchair as he spoke and sat looking up at his wife, who stood at the open balcony window, gazing down at the street below, with the interest in everything human which seemed never to abate.
She turned, smiling. She was particularly lovely to look at to-night, wearing a little pale-gray, silk-and-chiffon frock (lately purchased at a French shop in London), which, in spite of its Parisian lines and graces, was distinctly reminiscent of a certain other gray-silk frock worn on a never-to-be-forgotten occasion.
"Of a child at her first party?" she asked. "That"s what I feel like.
Only there"s no end to the cakes and ices, the bonbons and surprises.
And I never have to worry because before long I must go home!"
"No, not like that; your similes are always too self-deprecatory. You seem to me more and more like a young queen who has just come to the throne, but who is shy about picking up her sceptre. She prefers long-stemmed roses, and every now and then she catches up her train and runs down from her dais and out-of-doors, until some shocked courtier rushes after her and brings her back!"
"Now you _are_ laughing at me!" Georgiana wheeled to confront her husband, who, stretched lazily in his chair, after a long day at the side of a great biologist in his laboratory, was relaxing muscles and nerves at the same time.
He put out one arm toward her, and she came slowly to his side. "Not a bit. It just delights me to see you your natural self in spite of all that London can do to you. Allison tells me that it is the most interesting thing in the world to watch you decide whether you will buy a new hat or a new book. She declares that milliners admire you and seem anxious to please you, but that when you get into a bookshop you have every old bookseller climbing about his ladders to bring down his choicest treasures for you."
Georgiana laughed. "I can"t get used to buying hats at all--not to mention silk stockings--and as for buying hats and books and silk stockings on the same day, it"s simply past belief that I can do it. Why do you fill my purse so full? I"m afraid I"m losing all the benefit of my long training in frugality."
"I hope so. I can never forget last winter watching you dissemble your good healthy appet.i.te and pretend you didn"t want beefsteak, while you fed your father and me on a juicy tenderloin. Brave little housekeeper on nothing a month!"
She looked at him quickly. "I never dreamed you noticed. And besides, I really didn"t want----"
"Take care! The table was the only place where I ever caught you playing a part. I forgave you, only--how I did long to divide with you! Now all the rest of my life I can divide, equal shares, with you--my Georgiana!"
The weeks flew by, bringing never-ending interest. After London came Edinburgh, city of stately beauty, where among Scottish friends of the Craigs Georgiana learned whence her husband"s family had sprung, and their n.o.ble origin and history.
Then the vacation was at an end "for this time," as Craig said, and the little party turned their faces homeward.
A letter from James Stuart, in the same mail with one twice its length from Jeannette Crofton, caused them to hasten their date of sailing by a week in order to be in time for a great event. Stuart wrote characteristically:
You simply have to come home, George, and help me through it. Of course I knew from the first I"d have to face a big city wedding, but the actual fact rather daunts me. Of course it"s all right, for we know Jean"s mother would never be satisfied to let me have her at all except by way of the white-glove route. The white gloves don"t scare me so much as the orchids, and I suppose my new tailor will turn me out a creditable figure. But if I can"t have you and Dr. Jeff Craig there I don"t believe I can stand the strain.
The worst of it is that after all that show I can only take her back to the old farm. Not that she minds; in fact, she seems to be crazy about that farm. But it certainly does sound to me like a play called "From Orchids to Dandelions."
So, for heaven"s sake, come home in time! The date"s had to be shoved up on account of some great-aunt who intends to leave Jean her fortune some day if she isn"t offended now, and the nice old lady wants to start for the Far East the day after the date she sets for our affair.
"Of course we must go," Craig agreed. "We"ll stand by the dear fellow till the last orchid has withered--if they use orchids at June weddings, which I doubt. As for the dandelions, I think there"s small fear that Jean won"t like them. I fully believe in her sincerity, and I"m prepared to see her astonish her family by her devotion to country life. Stuart"s able to keep her in real luxury, from the rural point of view, as I understand it, and she will bring him a lot of fresh enthusiasm that will do him a world of good."
"I"m trying to imagine Jimps"s June-tanned face above a white shirt front," mused Georgiana. "He"ll be a perfect Indian shade by that time."
"Not more so than any young tennis or golf enthusiast, will he?"
"Oh, much more. Jimps is out in the sun from dawn till sundown; his very eyebrows get a russet shade. But of course that doesn"t matter, and his splendid shoulders certainly do fill out a dress coat to great advantage. You don"t mind being considered one of his best friends by a young farmer, do you? That"s the way he feels about you."
"I consider it a great honour. I never was better pleased than when Stuart first made friends with me, even after I discovered that he was, as I thought, my successful rival. It was impossible to help liking him.
In fact, I"ve often wondered why--he didn"t continue to be my rival."
"Oh, no, Jefferson Craig, you couldn"t possibly wonder that!"
contradicted Georgiana, in such a tone of finality that her husband laughed and told her that flattery could go no farther.
The voyage home was nearly a duplicate of the one outward bound, except that the two workers put in much extra time on the book and pushed it well toward completion.
Father Davy acquired the strength to take short walks on an even deck and boasted hugely of his acquisition, a twinkle in his eye and a tinge of real colour in his cheek.
"Imagine my coming home from abroad with trunks full of clothes and books and pictures," murmured Georgiana, as the three stood together watching the big ship make her port. "I feel like a regular millionairess."
"A regular one would smile at your modest showing," was Craig"s comment.
"I"m quite certain no man ever found it more difficult to persuade his wife to buy frocks, even when he went with her and expressed his anxiety to see her in particular colours."
"Confess," demanded Georgiana with spirit, "that you would be disappointed if I suddenly became a devotee of clothes and wanted all those gorgeous things we saw, and which that black-eyed Frenchwoman tried so hard to make me take."
"Those wouldn"t have suited you, of course. I don"t want to make an actress of you, or even a society woman who gets her gowns described in the Sunday papers. But when you refuse simple white frocks with blue ribbons----"
"Costing three figures! And I could copy every one of those myself for a fraction of the money."
"What would you do with the money saved?"
"Buy books."
Georgiana and Father Davy exchanged a smiling, tender glance which spoke of past years of longings now satisfied.
Craig laughed heartily. "Incorrigible little book-lover! Well, it"s a worthy taste. I happened to overhear a comment on your reading the other day which amused me very much. When you left your steamer chair to walk with me you left also a copy of _Traditions of the Covenanters_. A little later, coming up behind that young Edmeston, who spends most of his time lounging in the chair next yours, I heard him say to a girl: "She doesn"t look such an awful highbrow, but believe _me_, the things she reads on shipboard when the rest of us are yawning over summer novels would help weight the anchor if we got on the rocks!" Then with awe he mentioned the name of that book, and the girl said:" How frightful! But I"m crazy about her just the same. I do think she wears the darlingest clothes." So there you are! The men impressed, the girls envious, and your husband--worshipful. What more could a young wife ask?"
"Absolutely nothing," acknowledged Georgiana with much amus.e.m.e.nt.
CHAPTER XXVIII
A TANNED HERCULES
In spite of the fact that the holiday was over it was good to get back to the old house on the Square, to hear Mrs. MacFayden"s warm "It"s a gled day"; to smile at Thomas and Duncan and the maids; to hug dear Mrs.
Brandt; and to receive a hearty welcome from the other friends, who were mostly still in town in the middle of June.
Then came eager summonses from Jeannette, who, with Aunt Olivia and Rosalie, was staying at an uptown hotel for the finishing of the trousseau. Georgiana found herself involved in a round of final shopping and hurried luncheons, while Rosalie talked incessantly, Mrs. Crofton argued maternally, and the bride-elect herself turned to Georgiana as the one person--with the exception of her father--who understood her.
"I can"t convince mother and Rosy that I"m not really to spend the summer in the country with Jimps, and most of the rest of the year at home doing the usual round," sighed Jeannette, unburdening herself to her cousin during a half-hour"s needed relaxation between luncheon and a visit to a famous jeweller"s.
"I know; you"ll just have to be patient, let them equip you for what they expect of you, and then--live your own life as you and Jimps have planned it. After a while they will see that you really do mean to live in the country, not the city, and that decollete evening gowns don"t suit the fireside, nor afternoon calling costumes the five-mile tramp.
Meanwhile, don"t let the poor boy ever guess at the size or quality of your outfit. I think he"d run away and hang himself!"
"He never shall know. And, Georgiana, I really have managed to have some quite simple little frocks made--by a young woman whom Madame Trennet recommended when I whispered in her ear. And I"ve bought the jolliest dark green corduroy suit, with a short skirt and pockets, and a little green corduroy soft hat to match, for the tramps. Oh, I"m going to be a real farmer"s wife, I promise you!"
"Of course," mused Georgiana gently, lifting quizzical eyebrows, "I"ve never happened to see any farmer"s wife thus equipped, but there"s no reason why you shouldn"t set the fashion. I suppose you will wear green silk stockings and bronze pumps with this picturesque tramping costume, with a bronze buckle in your hat to complete the ensemble. All you will then need will be a beautiful painted drop of the Forest of Arden----"
"You unkind thing! If _you_ begin to scoff----"
"But I won"t. I know there"s heaps of sense in your pretty head, and you"ll make Jimps the most satisfying sort of a wife even though you don"t carry the eggs to market or milk the cows. There"s no reason why you should, with your own private income. Jimps is too wise to forbid your spending it to decorate both your lives, for he knows you couldn"t stand real wear and tear, while a reasonable amount of country life will make you stronger. Go ahead, dear; hang English chintzes at the farmhouse windows, set up your baby grand piano in that nice, old living-room, and hang jolly hunting prints in the dining-room. Wear the corduroys--only, instead of bronze pumps, I should advise----"