"But what if she does decide to take you? Then, you know, you"ll have to remain."
Maisie turned it over. "Straight on--and give you up?"
"Well--I don"t quite know about giving me up."
"I mean as I gave up Mrs. Beale when I last went to mamma"s. I couldn"t do without you here for anything like so long a time as that." It struck her as a hundred years since she had seen Mrs. Beale, who was on the other side of the door they were so near and whom she yet had not taken the jump to clasp in her arms.
"Oh I dare say you"ll see more of me than you"ve seen of Mrs. Beale.
It isn"t in ME to be so beautifully discreet," Sir Claude said. "But all the same," he continued, "I leave the thing, now that we"re here, absolutely WITH you. You must settle it. We"ll only go in if you say so.
If you don"t say so we"ll turn right round and drive away."
"So in that case Mrs. Beale won"t take me?"
"Well--not by any act of ours."
"And I shall be able to go on with mamma?" Maisie asked.
"Oh I don"t say that!"
She considered. "But I thought you said you had squared her?"
Sir Claude poked his stick at the splashboard of the cab. "Not, my dear child, to the point she now requires."
"Then if she turns me out and I don"t come here--"
Sir Claude promptly took her up. "What do I offer you, you naturally enquire? My poor chick, that"s just what I ask myself. I don"t see it, I confess, quite as straight as Mrs. Wix."
His companion gazed a moment at what Mrs. Wix saw. "You mean WE can"t make a little family?"
"It"s very base of me, no doubt, but I can"t wholly chuck your mother."
Maisie, at this, emitted a low but lengthened sigh, a slight sound of reluctant a.s.sent which would certainly have been amusing to an auditor.
"Then there isn"t anything else?"
"I vow I don"t quite see what there is."
Maisie waited; her silence seemed to signify that she too had no alternative to suggest. But she made another appeal. "If I come here you"ll come to see me?"
"I won"t lose sight of you."
"But how often will you come?" As he hung fire she pressed him. "Often and often?"
Still he faltered. "My dear old woman--" he began. Then he paused again, going on the next moment with a change of tone. "You"re too funny! Yes then," he said; "often and often."
"All right!" Maisie jumped out. Mrs. Beale was at home, but not in the drawing-room, and when the butler had gone for her the child suddenly broke out: "But when I"m here what will Mrs. Wix do?"
"Ah you should have thought of that sooner!" said her companion with the first faint note of asperity she had ever heard him sound.
XIV
Mrs Beale fairly swooped upon her and the effect of the whole hour was to show the child how much, how quite formidably indeed, after all, she was loved. This was the more the case as her stepmother, so changed--in the very manner of her mother--that she really struck her as a new acquaintance, somehow recalled more familiarity than Maisie could feel.
A rich strong expressive affection in short pounced upon her in the shape of a handsomer, ampler, older Mrs. Beale. It was like making a fine friend, and they hadn"t been a minute together before she felt elated at the way she had met the choice imposed on her in the cab.
There was a whole future in the combination of Mrs. Beale"s beauty and Mrs. Beale"s hug. She seemed to Maisie charming to behold, and also to have no connexion at all with anybody who had once mended underclothing and had meals in the nursery. The child knew one of her father"s wives was a woman of fashion, but she had always dimly made a distinction, not applying that epithet without reserve to the other. Mrs. Beale had since their separation acquired a conspicuous right to it, and Maisie"s first flush of response to her present delight coloured all her splendour with meanings that this time were sweet. She had told Sir Claude she was afraid of the lady in the Regent"s Park; but she had confidence enough to break on the spot, into the frankest appreciation. "Why, aren"t you beautiful? Isn"t she beautiful, Sir Claude, ISN"T she?"
"The handsomest woman in London, simply," Sir Claude gallantly replied.
"Just as sure as you"re the best little girl!"
Well, the handsomest woman in London gave herself up, with tender l.u.s.trous looks and every demonstration of fondness, to a happiness at last clutched again. There was almost as vivid a bloom in her maturity as in mamma"s, and it took her but a short time to give her little friend an impression of positive power--an impression that seemed to begin like a long bright day. This was a perception on Maisie"s part that neither mamma, nor Sir Claude, nor Mrs. Wix, with their immense and so varied respective attractions, had exactly kindled, and that made an immediate difference when the talk, as it promptly did, began to turn to her father. Oh yes, Mr. Farange was a complication, but she saw now that he wouldn"t be one for his daughter. For Mrs. Beale certainly he was an immense one--she speedily made known as much; but Mrs. Beale from this moment presented herself to Maisie as a person to whom a great gift had come. The great gift was just for handling complications. Maisie felt how little she made of them when, after she had dropped to Sir Claude some recall of a previous meeting, he made answer, with a sound of consternation and yet an air of relief, that he had denied to their companion their having, since the day he came for her, seen each other till that moment.
Mrs. Beale could but vaguely pity it. "Why did you do anything so silly?"
"To protect your reputation."
"From Maisie?" Mrs. Beale was much amused. "My reputation with Maisie is too good to suffer."
"But you believed me, you rascal, didn"t you?" Sir Claude asked of the child.
She looked at him; she smiled. "Her reputation did suffer. I discovered you had been here."
He was not too chagrined to laugh. "The way, my dear, you talk of that sort of thing!"
"How should she talk," Mrs. Beale wanted to know, "after all this wretched time with her mother?"
"It was not mamma who told me," Maisie explained. "It was only Mrs.
Wix." She was hesitating whether to bring out before Sir Claude the source of Mrs. Wix"s information; but Mrs. Beale, addressing the young man, showed the vanity of scruples.
"Do you know that preposterous person came to see me a day or two ago?--when I told her I had seen you repeatedly."
Sir Claude, for once in a way, was disconcerted. "The old cat! She never told me. Then you thought I had lied?" he demanded of Maisie.
She was flurried by the term with which he had qualified her gentle friend, but she took the occasion for one to which she must in every manner lend herself. "Oh I didn"t mind! But Mrs. Wix did," she added with an intention benevolent to her governess.
Her intention was not very effective as regards Mrs. Beale. "Mrs. Wix is too idiotic!" that lady declared.
"But to you, of all people," Sir Claude asked, "what had she to say?"
"Why that, like Mrs. Micawber--whom she must, I think, rather resemble--she will never, never, never desert Miss Farange."
"Oh I"ll make that all right!" Sir Claude cheerfully returned.
"I"m sure I hope so, my dear man," said Mrs. Beale, while Maisie wondered just how he would proceed. Before she had time to ask Mrs.
Beale continued: "That"s not all she came to do, if you please. But you"ll never guess the rest."
"Shall _I_ guess it?" Maisie quavered.