"But it would have hurt Lucy, dear, if you hadn"t worn something new.
She even wanted me to order my dress from New York, but I was so afraid of wounding poor little Miss w.i.l.l.y--she has made my clothes ever since I could remember--that I persuaded the child to let her make it. Of course, it won"t be stylish, but n.o.body will look at me anyway."
"I hope it is coloured, mother. You wear black too much. The psychological effect is not good for you."
With her knees on the floor and her back bent over the trunk into which she was packing a dozen pairs of slippers wrapped in tissue paper, Virginia turned her head and stared in bewilderment at her daughter, whose cla.s.sic profile showed like marble flushed with rose in the lamplight.
"But at my time of life, dear? Why, I"m in my forty-sixth year."
"But forty-six is still young, mother. That was one of the greatest mistakes women used to make--to imagine that they must be old as soon as men ceased to make love to them. It was all due to the idea that men admired only schoolgirls and that as soon as a woman stopped being admired she had stopped living."
"But they didn"t stop living really. They merely stopped fixing up."
"Oh, of course. They spent the rest of their lives in the storeroom or the kitchen slaving for the comfort of the men they could no longer amuse."
This so aptly described Virginia"s own situation that her interest in Lucy"s trousseau faded abruptly, while a wave of heartsickness swept over her. It was as if the sharp and searching light of truth had fallen suddenly upon all the frail and lovely pretences by which she had helped herself to live and to be happy. A terror of the preternatural insight of youth made her turn her face away from Jenny"s too critical eyes.
"But what else could they do, Jenny? They believed that it was right to step back and make room for the young," she said, with a pitiful attempt at justification of her exploded virtues.
"Oh, _mother_!" exclaimed Jenny still sweetly, "whoever heard of a man of that generation stepping back to make room for anybody?"
"But men are different, darling. One doesn"t expect them to give up like women."
"Oh, mother!"--this time the sweetness had borrowed an edge of irony. It was Science annihilating tradition, and the tougher the tradition, the keener the blade which Science must apply.
"I can"t help it, dear, it is the way I was taught. My darling mother felt like that"--a tear glistened in her eye--"and I am too old to change my way of thinking."
"Mother, mother, you silly pet!" Rising from her chair, Jenny put her arms about her and kissed her tenderly. "You can"t help being old-fashioned, I know. You are not to blame for your ideas; it is Miss Priscilla." Her voice grew stern with condemnation as she uttered the name. "But don"t you think you might try to see things a little more rationally? It is for your own sake I am speaking. Why should you make yourself old by dressing as if you were eighty simply because your grandmother did so?"
She was right, of course, for the trouble with Science is not its blindness, but its serene infallibility. As useless to reject her conclusions as to deny the laws and the principles of mathematics! After all manner of denials, the laws and the principles would still remain.
Virginia, who had never argued in her life, did not attempt to do so with her own daughter. She merely accepted the truth of Jenny"s inflexible logic; and with that obstinate softness which is an inalienable quality of tradition, went on believing precisely what she had believed before. To have made them think alike, it would have been necessary to melt up the two generations and pour them into one--a task as hopeless as an endeavour to blend the Dinwiddie Young Ladies" Academy with a modern college. Jenny"s clearly formulated and rather loud morality was unintelligible to her mother, whose conception of duty was that she should efface herself and make things comfortable for those around her. The obligation to think independently was as incomprehensible to Virginia as was that wider altruism which had swept Jenny"s sympathies beyond the home into the factory and beyond the factory into the world where there were "evils." Her own instinct had always been the true instinct of the lady to avoid "evil," not to seek it, to avoid it, honestly if possible, and, if not honestly--well, to avoid it at any cost. The love of truth for truth"s sake was one of the last of the virtues to descend from philosophy into a working theory of life, and it had been practically unknown to Virginia until Jenny had returned, at the end of her first year, from college. To be sure, Oliver used to talk like that long ago, but it was so long ago that she had almost forgotten it.
"You are very clever, dear--much too clever for me," she said, rising from her knees. "I wonder if Lucy has anything else she wants to go into this trunk? It might be packed a little tighter."
In response to her call, the door opened and Lucy entered breathlessly, with her hair, which she had washed and not entirely dried, hanging over her shoulders.
"What is it, mother? Oh, Jenny, you have come! I"m so glad!"
The sisters kissed delightedly. In spite of their lack of sympathy, they were very fond of each other.
"Do you want to put anything else in this trunk before I lock it, Lucy?"
"Could you find room for my blue flannel bath robe? I"ll want it on top where I can get it out without unpacking, and, oh, mother, won"t you please put my alcohol stove and curling irons in my travelling bag?"
She was prettily excited, and during the last few days she had shown an almost child-like confidence in her mother"s opinions about the trivial matters of packing.
"Mother, I don"t want to come down yet--my hair isn"t dry. Will you send supper up to me? I"ll dress about nine o"clock when Bertie and the girls are coming."
"Of course I will, darling. I"ll go straight downstairs and fix your tray. Is there anything you can think of that you would like?"
At this Jenny broke into a laugh: "Why, anybody would think she was dying instead of being married!"
"Just a cup of coffee. I really couldn"t swallow a morsel," replied Lucy, whose single manifestation of sentiment had been a complete loss of appet.i.te. "You needn"t laugh, Jenny. Wait until you are going to be married, and see if you are able to eat anything."
Putting the tray back into the trunk, Virginia closed it almost caressingly. For twenty-four hours, as Lucy"s wedding began to draw nearer, she had been haunted by the feeling that she was losing her favourite child, and though her reason told her that this was not true--that Lucy was, in fact, less fond of her than either of the others, and far less dear to her heart than Harry--still she was unable wholly to banish the impression. It seemed only yesterday that she had sat waiting, month after month, week after week, day after day, for her to be born. Only yesterday that she had held her, a baby, in her arms, and now she was packing the clothes which that baby would carry away when she went off with her husband! Something of the hushed expectancy of those long months of approaching motherhood enveloped her again with the thought of Lucy"s wedding to-morrow. After all, Lucy was her first child--neither of the others had been awaited with quite the same brooding ecstasy, with quite the same radiant dreams. To neither of the others had she given herself at the hour of birth with such an abandonment of her soul and body. And she had been a good child--all day with a lump in her throat Virginia had a.s.sured herself again and again that no child could have been better. A hundred little charming ways, a hundred bright delicious tricks of expression and of voice, followed her from room to room, as though Lucy had indeed, as Jenny said, been dying upstairs instead of waiting to be married. And all the time, while she arranged the supper tray and attended to the making of the coffee so that it might be perfect, she was thinking, "Mother must have felt like this when I was married and I never knew it, I never suspected." She saw her little bedroom at the rectory, with her own figure, in the floating tulle veil, reflected in the mirror, and her mother"s face, that face from which all remembrance of self seemed to have vanished, looking at her over the bride"s bouquet of white roses. If only she had told her then that she understood! If only she had ever really understood until to-night! If only it was not too late to turn back now and gather that plaintive figure, waiting with the white roses, into her arms!
The next morning she was up at daybreak, finishing the packing, preparing the house before leaving for church, making the final arrangements for the wedding breakfast. When at last Lucy, with reddened eyes and tightly curled hair, appeared in the pantry while her mother was helping to wash a belated supply of gla.s.s and china which had arrived from the caterer"s, Virginia felt that the parting was worse even than Harry"s going to college.
"Mother, I"ve the greatest mind on earth not to do it."
"My pet, what is the matter?"
"I can"t imagine why I ever thought I wanted to marry! I don"t want to do it a bit. I don"t want to go away and leave you and father. And, mother, I really don"t believe that I love him!"
It was so like Lucy after months of cool determination, of perfect a.s.surance, of stubborn resistance to opposition--it was so exactly like her to break down when it was too late and to begin to question whether she really wanted her own way after she had won it. And it was so like Virginia that at the first sign of weakness in her child she should grow suddenly strong and efficient.
"My darling, it is only nervousness. You will be better as soon as you begin to dress. Come upstairs and I will fix you a dose of aromatic ammonia."
"Do you really think it"s too late to stop it?"
"Not if you feel you are going to regret it, but you must be very sure that it isn"t merely a mood, Lucy."
At the first sign that the step was not yet irrevocable, the girl"s courage returned.
"Well, I suppose I"ll have to get married now," she said, "but if I don"t like it, I"m not going to live with him."
"Not live with your husband! Why, Lucy!"
"It"s perfectly absurd to think I"ll have to live with a man if I find I don"t love him. Ask Jenny if it isn"t."
Ask Jenny! This was her incredible suggestion! This was her reverence for authority, for duty, for the thundering admonitions of Saint Paul!
As far as Saint Paul was concerned, he might as well have been the ponderous anecdotal minister in the brick Presbyterian church around the corner.
"But Jenny is so--so----" murmured Virginia, and stopped because words failed her. Had Jenny been born in any family except her own, she would probably have described her as "dangerous," but it was impossible to brand her daughter with so opprobrious an epithet. The word, owing to the metaphorical yet specific definition of it which she had derived from the rector"s sermons in her childhood, invariably suggested fire and brimstone to her imagination.
"Well, I"m not going to do it unless I want to," returned Lucy positively. "And you may look as shocked as you please, mother, but you needn"t pretend that you wouldn"t be glad to see me."
The difference between the two girls, as far as Virginia could see, was that Jenny really believed her awful ideas were right, and Lucy merely believed that they might help her the more effectively to follow her wishes.
"Of course I"d be glad to see you, but, Lucy, it pains me so to hear you speak flippantly of your marriage. It is the most sacred day in your life, and you treat it as lightly as if it were a picnic."
"Do I? Poor little day, have I hurt its feelings?"
They were on the way upstairs, following a procession of wedding presents which had just arrived by express, and glancing round over the heads of the servants, she made a laughing face at her mother. Clearly, she was incorrigible, and her pa.s.sing fear, which had evidently been entirely due, as Virginia had suspected, to one of her rare attacks of nervousness, had entirely disappeared. In her normal mood she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself not only within the estate of matrimony, but in an African jungle. She would in either situation inevitably get what she wanted, and in order to get it she would shrink as little from sacrificing a husband as from enslaving a savage.
And yet a few hours later, when she stood beneath her bridal veil and gazed at her image in the cheval-gla.s.s in her bedroom, she presented so enchanting a picture of virgin innocence, that Virginia could hardly believe that she harboured in her breast, under the sacred white satin of her bride"s gown, the heretical opinions which she had uttered downstairs in the pantry. Her charming face had attuned its expression so perfectly to the dramatic values of the moment that she appeared, in the words of that sentimental soul, Miss Priscilla, to be listening already to "The Voice that Breathed o"er Eden."
"Doesn"t mother look sweet?" she asked, catching sight of Virginia"s face in the mirror. "I love her in pale grey--only she ought to have some flowers."
"I told father to order her a bunch of violets," answered Jenny. "I wonder if he remembered to do it."