Mrs. Beale was again amused. "Why you"re just the person! It must be quite the sort of thing you"ve heard at your awful mother"s. Have you never seen women there crying to her to "spare" the men they love?"
Maisie, wondering, tried to remember; but Sir Claude was freshly diverted. "Oh they don"t trouble about Ida! Mrs. Wix cried to you to spare ME?"
"She regularly went down on her knees to me."
"The darling old dear!" the young man exclaimed.
These words were a joy to Maisie--they made up for his previous description of Mrs. Wix. "And WILL you spare him?" she asked of Mrs.
Beale.
Her stepmother, seizing her and kissing her again, seemed charmed with the tone of her question. "Not an inch of him! I"ll pick him to the bone!"
"You mean that he"ll really come often?" Maisie pressed.
Mrs. Beale turned lovely eyes to Sir Claude. "That"s not for me to say--its for him."
He said nothing at once, however; with his hands in his pockets and vaguely humming a tune--even Maisie could see he was a little nervous--he only walked to the window and looked out at the Regent"s Park. "Well, he has promised," Maisie said. "But how will papa like it?"
"His being in and out? Ah that"s a question that, to be frank with you, my dear, hardly matters. In point of fact, however, Beale greatly enjoys the idea that Sir Claude too, poor man, has been forced to quarrel with your mother."
Sir Claude turned round and spoke gravely and kindly. "Don"t be afraid, Maisie; you won"t lose sight of me."
"Thank you so much!" Maisie was radiant. "But what I meant--don"t you know?--was what papa would say to ME."
"Oh I"ve been having that out with him," said Mrs. Beale. "He"ll behave well enough. You see the great difficulty is that, though he changes every three days about everything else in the world, he has never changed about your mother. It"s a caution, the way he hates her."
Sir Claude gave a short laugh. "It certainly can"t beat the way she still hates HIM!"
"Well," Mrs. Beale went on obligingly, "nothing can take the place of that feeling with either of them, and the best way they can think of to show it is for each to leave you as long as possible on the hands of the other. There"s nothing, as you"ve seen for yourself, that makes either so furious. It isn"t, asking so little as you do, that you"re much of an expense or a trouble; it"s only that you make each feel so well how nasty the other wants to be. Therefore Beale goes on loathing your mother too much to have any great fury left for any one else. Besides, you know, I"ve squared him."
"Oh Lord!" Sir Claude cried with a louder laugh and turning again to the window.
"_I_ know how!" Maisie was prompt to proclaim. "By letting him do what he wants on condition that he lets you also do it."
"You"re too delicious, my own pet!"--she was involved in another hug.
"How in the world have I got on so long without you? I"ve not been happy, love," said Mrs. Beale with her cheek to the child"s.
"Be happy now!"--she throbbed with shy tenderness.
"I think I shall be. You"ll save me."
"As I"m saving Sir Claude?" the little girl asked eagerly.
Mrs. Beale, a trifle at a loss, appealed to her visitor, "Is she really?"
He showed high amus.e.m.e.nt at Maisie"s question. "It"s dear Mrs. Wix"s idea. There may be something in it."
"He makes me his duty--he makes me his life," Maisie set forth to her stepmother.
"Why that"s what _I_ want to do!"--Mrs. Beale, so antic.i.p.ated, turned pink with astonishment.
"Well, you can do it together. Then he"ll HAVE to come!"
Mrs. Beale by this time had her young friend fairly in her lap and she smiled up at Sir Claude. "Shall we do it together?"
His laughter had dropped, and for a moment he turned his handsome serious face not to his hostess, but to his stepdaughter. "Well, it"s rather more decent than some things. Upon my soul, the way things are going, it seems to me the only decency!" He had the air of arguing it out to Maisie, of presenting it, through an impulse of conscience, as a connexion in which they could honourably see her partic.i.p.ate; though his plea of mere "decency" might well have appeared to fall below her rosy little vision. "If we"re not good for YOU" he exclaimed, "I"ll be hanged if I know who we shall be good for!"
Mrs. Beale showed the child an intenser light. "I dare say you WILL save us--from one thing and another."
"Oh I know what she"ll save ME from!" Sir Claude roundly a.s.serted.
"There"ll be rows of course," he went on.
Mrs. Beale quickly took him up. "Yes, but they"ll be nothing--for you at least--to the rows your wife makes as it is. I can bear what _I_ suffer--I can"t bear what you go through."
"We"re doing a good deal for you, you know, young woman," Sir Claude went on to Maisie with the same gravity.
She coloured with a sense of obligation and the eagerness of her desire it should be remarked how little was lost on her. "Oh I know!"
"Then you must keep us all right!" This time he laughed.
"How you talk to her!" cried Mrs. Beale.
"No worse than you!" he gaily answered.
"Handsome is that handsome does!" she returned in the same spirit. "You can take off your things," she went on, releasing Maisie.
The child, on her feet, was all emotion. "Then I"m just to stop--this way?"
"It will do as well as any other. Sir Claude, to-morrow, will have your things brought."
"I"ll bring them myself. Upon my word I"ll see them packed!" Sir Claude promised. "Come here and unb.u.t.ton."
He had beckoned his young companion to where he sat, and he helped to disengage her from her coverings while Mrs. Beale, from a little distance, smiled at the hand he displayed. "There"s a stepfather for you! I"m bound to say, you know, that he makes up for the want of other people."
"He makes up for the want of a nurse!" Sir Claude laughed. "Don"t you remember I told you so the very first time?"
"Remember? It was exactly what made me think so well of you!"
"Nothing would induce me," the young man said to Maisie, "to tell you what made me think so well of HER." Having divested the child he kissed her gently and gave her a little pat to make her stand off. The pat was accompanied with a vague sigh in which his gravity of a moment before came back. "All the same, if you hadn"t had the fatal gift of beauty--"
"Well, what?" Maisie asked, wondering why he paused. It was the first time she had heard of her beauty.
"Why, we shouldn"t all be thinking so well of each other!"
"He isn"t speaking of personal loveliness--you"ve not THAT vulgar beauty, my dear, at all," Mrs. Beale explained. "He"s just talking of plain dull charm of character."
"Her character"s the most extraordinary thing in all the world," Sir Claude stated to Mrs. Beale.