Part 25 (1/2)

”I had my mother to think of; my--good sense might not have been so faithful otherwise.”

”You do not think of returning to America?”

”Probably not; I doubt if my mother could bear the voyage now. We have no one to call us back but my brother, and he has not been with us for years, and would not be if we should return; he lives in California. We sold the farm, too, before we came. No; for the present, at least, it is better for us to remain here.”

”There is one more question I should like to ask,” said Noel, later.

”But I have no possible right to do so.”

”I will give you the right. When I remember the things I asked you to do for me, the demands I made upon your time, I can well answer a few questions in return. I was a miracle of ignorance.”

”I always did you justice in those respects, Miss Macks; all that I understood at once. My question refers to Horace Jackson: I see you appreciated his worth--which was rare--yet you would not marry him.”

”I did not love him.”

”Did any of his relatives come out from England?” he said, after a moment of silence.

”After his death a cousin came.”

”As heir to what was left?”

”Yes.”

”He should have left it to you.”

”He wished to do so. Of course, I would not accept it.”

”I thank you for answering. My curiosity was not an idle one.” He paused. ”If you will permit me to express it, your course has been very brave and true. I greatly admire it.”

”You are kind,” said Miss Macks.

There was not in her voice any indication of sarcasm. Yet the fact that he immediately thought of it made him suspect that it was there. He took leave soon afterwards. He was smarting a little under the sarcasm he had divined, and, as he was, it was like him to request permission to come again.

For Raymond Noel lived up with a good deal of determination to his own standard of what was manly; if his standard was not set on any very fine elevation of self-sacrifice or heroism, it was at least firmly established where it did stand, and he kept himself fairly near it. If Miss Macks was sarcastic, he had been at fault somewhere; he would try to atone.

He saw her four times during the five weeks of his stay in Rome; upon three other occasions when he went to the street of the Hyacinth she was not at home. The third week in April he decided to go to Venice. Before going he asked if there was not something he could do for her; but she said there was nothing, and he himself could think of nothing. She was well established in her new life and occupations, and needed nothing--at least, nothing that he could bestow.

The next winter he came back to Rome early in the season, before Christmas. By chance one of the first persons he encountered was Mrs.

Lawrence. She began immediately to tell him a piece of American news, in which he, as an American, would of course be interested; the news was that ”the brother of the Princess C---- --that is Count L----, you know--is determined to marry Ettie Macks. You remember her, don't you? I introduced you to her at the Dudley reception, three years ago.”

Noel thought that probably he remembered her better than Mrs. Lawrence did, seeing that that lady had never troubled herself to enter the street of the Hyacinth. But he did her injustice. Mrs. Lawrence had troubled herself--lately.

”It seems that she has been out at Albano for two summers, as governess to his sister's children; it was there that he saw her. He has announced his determination to the family, and they are immensely disturbed and frightened; they had it all arranged for him to marry a second cousin down at Naples, who is rich--these Italians are so worldly, you know!

But he is very determined, they say, and will do as he pleases in spite of them. He hasn't much money, but of course it's a great match for Ettie Macks. She will be a countess, and now, I suppose, more American girls will come over than ever before! Of course, as soon as I heard of it, I went to see her. I felt that she would need advice about a hundred things. In the beginning she brought a letter of introduction to me from a dear cousin of mine, and, naturally, she would rely upon me as her chief friend now. She is very much improved. She was rather silent; but, of course, I shall go again. The count is willing to take the mother, too, and that, under the circ.u.mstances, is not a small matter; she is a good deal to take. Until the other day I had not seen Mrs. Spurr!

However, I suppose that her deficiencies are not apparent in a language she cannot speak. If her daughter would only insist upon her dressing in black! But the old lady told me herself, in the most cheerful way, that she liked 'a sprinkling of color.' And at the moment, I a.s.sure you, she had on five different shades of red!”

Noel had intended to present himself immediately at the street of the Hyacinth; but a little attack of illness kept him in for a while, and ten days had pa.s.sed before he went up the dark stairway. The maid said that Miss Macks was at home; presently she came in. They had ten minutes of conversation upon ordinary topics, and then he took up the especial one.

”I am told that you are soon to be a countess,” he said, ”and I have come to give you my best good wishes. My congratulations I reserve for Count L----, with whom I have a slight acquaintance; he is, in my opinion, a very fortunate man.”

”Yes, I think he is fortunate; fortunate in my refusal. I shall not marry Count L----.”