This lady promptly justified that view to her stepdaughter. "It will be very interesting, my dear, you know, to find out what it is to-day that your father does mind. I"m sure _I_ don"t know!"--and she seemed to repeat, though with perceptible resignation, her plaint of a moment before. "Your father, darling, is a very odd person indeed." She turned with this, smiling, to Sir Claude. "But perhaps it"s hardly civil for me to say that of his not objecting to have YOU in the house. If you knew some of the people he does have!"
Maisie knew them all, and none indeed were to be compared to Sir Claude.
He laughed back at Mrs. Beale; he looked at such moments quite as Mrs.
Wix, in the long stories she told her pupil, always described the lovers of her distressed beauties--"the perfect gentleman and strikingly handsome." He got up, to the child"s regret, as if he were going. "Oh I dare say we should be all right!"
Mrs. Beale once more gathered in her little charge, holding her close and looking thoughtfully over her head at their visitor. "It"s so charming--for a man of your type--to have wanted her so much!"
"What do you know about my type?" Sir Claude laughed. "Whatever it may be I dare say it deceives you. The truth about me is simply that I"m the most unappreciated of--what do you call the fellows?--"family-men." Yes, I"m a family-man; upon my honour I am!"
"Then why on earth," cried Mrs. Beale, "didn"t you marry a family-woman?"
Sir Claude looked at her hard. "YOU know who one marries, I think.
Besides, there ARE no family-women--hanged if there are! None of them want any children--hanged if they do!"
His account of the matter was most interesting, and Maisie, as if it were of bad omen for her, stared at the picture in some dismay. At the same time she felt, through encircling arms, her protectress hesitate.
"You do come out with things! But you mean her ladyship doesn"t want any--really?"
"Won"t hear of them--simply. But she can"t help the one she HAS got."
And with this Sir Claude"s eyes rested on the little girl in a way that seemed to her to mask her mother"s att.i.tude with the consciousness of his own. "She must make the best of her, don"t you see? If only for the look of the thing, don"t you know? one wants one"s wife to take the proper line about her child."
"Oh I know what one wants!" Mrs. Beale cried with a competence that evidently impressed her interlocutor.
"Well, if you keep HIM up--and I dare say you"ve had worry enough--why shouldn"t I keep Ida? What"s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander--or the other way round, don"t you know? I mean to see the thing through."
Mrs. Beale, for a minute, still with her eyes on him as he leaned upon the chimneypiece, appeared to turn this over. "You"re just a wonder of kindness--that"s what you are!" she said at last. "A lady"s expected to have natural feelings. But YOUR horrible s.e.x--! Isn"t it a horrible s.e.x, little love?" she demanded with her cheek upon her stepdaughter"s.
"Oh I like gentlemen best," Maisie lucidly replied.
The words were taken up merrily. "That"s a good one for YOU!" Sir Claude exclaimed to Mrs. Beale.
"No," said that lady: "I"ve only to remember the women she sees at her mother"s."
"Ah they"re very nice now," Sir Claude returned.
"What do you call "nice"?"
"Well, they"re all right."
"That doesn"t answer me," said Mrs. Beale; "but I dare say you do take care of them. That makes you more of an angel to want this job too." And she playfully whacked her smaller companion.
"I"m not an angel--I"m an old grandmother," Sir Claude declared. "I like babies--I always did. If we go to smash I shall look for a place as responsible nurse."
Maisie, in her charmed mood, drank in an imputation on her years which at another moment might have been bitter; but the charm was sensibly interrupted by Mrs. Beale"s s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g her round and gazing fondly into her eyes, "You"re willing to leave me, you wretch?"
The little girl deliberated; even this consecrated tie had become as a cord she must suddenly snap. But she snapped it very gently. "Isn"t it my turn for mamma?"
"You"re a horrible little hypocrite! The less, I think, now said about "turns" the better," Mrs. Beale made answer. "_I_ know whose turn it is.
You"ve not such a pa.s.sion for your mother!"
"I say, I say: DO look out!" Sir Claude quite amiably protested.
"There"s nothing she hasn"t heard. But it doesn"t matter--it hasn"t spoiled her. If you knew what it costs me to part with you!" she pursued to Maisie.
Sir Claude watched her as she charmingly clung to the child. "I"m so glad you really care for her. That"s so much to the good."
Mrs. Beale slowly got up, still with her hands on Maisie, but emitting a soft exhalation. "Well, if you"re glad, that may help us; for I a.s.sure you that I shall never give up any rights in her that I may consider I"ve acquired by my own sacrifices. I shall hold very fast to my interest in her. What seems to have happened is that she has brought you and me together."
"She has brought you and me together," said Sir Claude.
His cheerful echo prolonged the happy truth, and Maisie broke out almost with enthusiasm: "I"ve brought you and her together!"
Her companions of course laughed anew and Mrs. Beale gave her an affectionate shake. "You little monster--take care what you do! But that"s what she does do," she continued to Sir Claude. "She did it to me and Beale."
"Well then," he said to Maisie, "you must try the trick at OUR place."
He held out his hand to her again. "Will you come now?"
"Now--just as I am?" She turned with an immense appeal to her stepmother, taking a leap over the mountain of "mending," the abyss of packing that had loomed and yawned before her. "Oh MAY I?"
Mrs. Beale addressed her a.s.sent to Sir Claude. "As well so as any other way. I"ll send on her things to-morrow." Then she gave a tug to the child"s coat, glancing at her up and down with some ruefulness.
"She"s not turned out as I should like--her mother will pull her to pieces. But what"s one to do--with nothing to do it on? And she"s better than when she came--you can tell her mother that. I"m sorry to have to say it to you--but the poor child was a sight."
"Oh I"ll turn her out myself!" the visitor cordially said.
"I shall like to see how!"--Mrs. Beale appeared much amused. "You must bring her to show me--we can manage that. Good-bye, little fright!" And her last word to Sir Claude was that she would keep him up to the mark.
IX
The idea of what she was to make up and the prodigious total it came to were kept well before Maisie at her mother"s. These things were the constant occupation of Mrs. Wix, who arrived there by the back stairs, but in tears of joy, the day after her own arrival. The process of making up, as to which the good lady had an immense deal to say, took, through its successive phases, so long that it heralded a term at least equal to the child"s last stretch with her father. This, however, was a fuller and richer time: it bounded along to the tune of Mrs. Wix"s constant insistence on the energy they must both put forth. There was a fine intensity in the way the child agreed with her that under Mrs.
Beale and Susan Ash she had learned nothing whatever; the wildness of the rescued castaway was one of the forces that would henceforth make for a career of conquest. The year therefore rounded itself as a receptacle of r.e.t.a.r.ded knowledge--a cup br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with the sense that now at least she was learning. Mrs. Wix fed this sense from the stores of her conversation and with the immense bustle of her reminder that they must cull the fleeting hour. They were surrounded with subjects they must take at a rush and perpetually getting into the att.i.tude of triumphant attack. They had certainly no idle hours, and the child went to bed each night as tired as from a long day"s play. This had begun from the moment of their reunion, begun with all Mrs. Wix had to tell her young friend of the reasons of her ladyship"s extraordinary behaviour at the very first.
It took the form of her ladyship"s refusal for three days to see her little girl--three days during which Sir Claude made hasty merry dashes into the schoolroom to smooth down the odd situation, to say "She"ll come round, you know; I a.s.sure you she"ll come round," and a little even to compensate Maisie for the indignity he had caused her to suffer.
There had never in the child"s life been, in all ways, such a delightful amount of reparation. It came out by his sociable admission that her ladyship had not known of his visit to her late husband"s house and of his having made that person"s daughter a pretext for striking up an acquaintance with the dreadful creature installed there. Heaven knew she wanted her child back and had made every plan of her own for removing her; what she couldn"t for the present at least forgive any one concerned was such an officious underhand way of bringing about the transfer. Maisie carried more of the weight of this resentment than even Mrs. Wix"s confidential ingenuity could lighten for her, especially as Sir Claude himself was not at all ingenious, though indeed on the other hand he was not at all crushed. He was amused and intermittent and at moments most startling; he impressed on his young companion, with a frankness that agitated her much more than he seemed to guess, that he depended on her not letting her mother, when she should see her, get anything out of her about anything Mrs. Beale might have said to him. He came in and out; he professed, in joke, to take tremendous precautions; he showed a positive disposition to romp. He chaffed Mrs. Wix till she was purple with the pleasure of it, and reminded Maisie of the reticence he expected of her till she set her teeth like an Indian captive. Her lessons these first days and indeed for long after seemed to be all about Sir Claude, and yet she never really mentioned to Mrs. Wix that she was prepared, under his inspiring injunction, to be vainly tortured.
This lady, however, had formulated the position of things with an acuteness that showed how little she needed to be coached. Her explanation of everything that seemed not quite pleasant--and if her own footing was perilous it met that danger as well--that her ladyship was pa.s.sionately in love. Maisie accepted this hint with infinite awe and pressed upon it much when she was at last summoned into the presence of her mother.
There she encountered matters amid which it seemed really to help to give her a clue--an almost terrifying strangeness, full, none the less, after a little, of reverberations of Ida"s old fierce and demonstrative recoveries of possession. They had been some time in the house together, and this demonstration came late. Preoccupied, however, as Maisie was with the idea of the sentiment Sir Claude had inspired, and familiar, in addition, by Mrs. Wix"s anecdotes, with the ravages that in general such a sentiment could produce, she was able to make allowances for her ladyship"s remarkable appearance, her violent splendour, the wonderful colour of her lips and even the hard stare, the stare of some gorgeous idol described in a story-book, that had come into her eyes in consequence of a curious thickening of their already rich circ.u.mference.
Her professions and explanations were mixed with eager challenges and sudden drops, in the midst of which Maisie recognised as a memory of other years the rattle of her trinkets and the scratch of her endearments, the odour of her clothes and the jumps of her conversation.
She had all her old clever way--Mrs. Wix said it was "aristocratic"--of changing the subject as she might have slammed the door in your face.
The princ.i.p.al thing that was different was the tint of her golden hair, which had changed to a coppery red and, with the head it profusely covered, struck the child as now lifted still further aloft. This picturesque parent showed literally a grander stature and a n.o.bler presence, things which, with some others that might have been bewildering, were handsomely accounted for by the romantic state of her affections. It was her affections, Maisie could easily see, that led Ida to break out into questions as to what had pa.s.sed at the other house between that horrible woman and Sir Claude; but it was also just here that the little girl was able to recall the effect with which in earlier days she had practised the pacific art of stupidity. This art again came to her aid: her mother, in getting rid of her after an interview in which she had achieved a hollowness beyond her years, allowed her fully to understand she had not grown a bit more amusing.
She could bear that; she could bear anything that helped her to feel she had done something for Sir Claude. If she hadn"t told Mrs. Wix how Mrs.
Beale seemed to like him she certainly couldn"t tell her ladyship. In the way the past revived for her there was a queer confusion. It was because mamma hated papa that she used to want to know bad things of him; but if at present she wanted to know the same of Sir Claude it was quite from the opposite motive. She was awestruck at the manner in which a lady might be affected through the pa.s.sion mentioned by Mrs. Wix; she held her breath with the sense of picking her steps among the tremendous things of life. What she did, however, now, after the interview with her mother, impart to Mrs. Wix was that, in spite of her having had her "good" effect, as she called it--the effect she studied, the effect of harmless vacancy--her ladyship"s last words had been that her ladyship"s duty by her would be thoroughly done. Over this announcement governess and pupil looked at each other in silent profundity; but as the weeks went by it had no consequences that interfered gravely with the breezy gallop of making up. Her ladyship"s duty took at times the form of not seeing her child for days together, and Maisie led her life in great prosperity between Mrs. Wix and kind Sir Claude. Mrs. Wix had a new dress and, as she was the first to proclaim, a better position; so it all struck Maisie as a crowded brilliant life, with, for the time, Mrs.
Beale and Susan Ash simply "left out" like children not invited to a Christmas party. Mrs. Wix had a secret terror which, like most of her secret feelings, she discussed with her little companion, in great solemnity, by the hour: the possibility of her ladyship"s coming down on them, in her sudden highbred way, with a school. But she had also a balm to this fear in a conviction of the strength of Sir Claude"s grasp of the situation. He was too pleased--didn"t he constantly say as much?--with the good impression made, in a wide circle, by Ida"s sacrifices; and he came into the schoolroom repeatedly to let them know how beautifully he felt everything had gone off and everything would go on.