Part 27 (1/2)

Temperley purposely misunderstood her to say ”imaginary meals,” and hoped that next time she came, Hadria would not have an oratorio in course of composition. Miss Du Prel expressed a fiery interest in the oratorio.

”I judge the presence of oratorio by the absence of food,” Temperley explained suavely.

Hadria watched the encounter with a mingled sense of amus.e.m.e.nt and discomfort.

Valeria was in no danger. To be morally crushed by an adversary, it is necessary that one should be at least aware that the adversary is engaged in crus.h.i.+ng one: a consciousness that was plainly denied to Miss Du Prel. Many a man far less able than Hubert had power to interest her, while he could not even hold her attention. She used to complain to Professor Fortescue that Temperley's ideas never seemed to have originated in his own brain: they had been imported ready-made. Hubert was among the many who shrink and harden into mental furrows as time pa.s.ses. What he had thought at twenty, at thirty-five had acquired sanct.i.ty and certainty, from having been the opinion of Hubert Temperley for all those favoured years. He had no suspicion that the views which he cherished in so dainty and scholarly a fas.h.i.+on were simply an _edition de luxe_ of the views of everybody else. But his wife had made that discovery long ago. He smiled at the views of everybody else: his own were put forth as something choice and superior. He had the happy knack of being _bourgeois_ with the air of an artist. If one could picture one's grocer weighing out sugar in a Spanish cloak and brigand's hat, it would afford an excellent symbol of his spiritual estate. To be perfectly commonplace in a brilliantly original way, is to be notable after all.

Mr. Fleming seemed puzzled by Miss Du Prel, at whom he glanced uneasily from time to time, wondering what she would say next. At Craddock Dene, ladies usually listened with a more or less breathless deference when Temperley spoke. This new-comer seemed recklessly independent.

Mrs. Temperley endeavoured to lead the conversation in ways of peace, but Valeria was evidently on the war-path. Temperley was polite and ironical, with under-meanings for Hadria's benefit.

”If one asks impossible things of life, one is apt to be disappointed, I fear,” he said serenely. ”Ask for the possible and natural harvest of a woman's career, and see if you don't get it.”

”Let a canary plead for its cage, in short, and its commendable prayer will be answered!”

”If you like to put it thus ungraciously. I should say that one who makes the most of his opportunities, as they stand, fares better than he who sighs for other worlds to conquer.”

”I suppose that is what his relatives said to Columbus,” observed Miss Du Prel.

”And how do you know they were not right?” he retorted.

Mrs. Temperley gave the signal to rise. ”Let's go for a walk,” she suggested, ”the afternoon invites us. Look at it.”

The brilliant suns.h.i.+ne and the exercise brought about a more genial mood. Only once was there anything approaching friction, and then it was Hadria herself who caused it.

”Yes, we all flatter ourselves that we are observing life, when we are merely noting the occasions when some musty old notion of ours happens, by chance, to get fulfilled.”

Hubert Temperley at once roused Miss Du Prel's interest by the large stores of information that he had to pour forth on the history of the district, from its earliest times to the present. He recalled the days when these lands that looked so smooth and tended had been mere wastes of marsh and forest.

How quickly these great changes were accomplished! Valeria stood on the brow of a wide corn-field, looking out over the sleeping country. A century, after all, was not much more than one person's lifetime, yet in scarcely nine of these--nine little troubled lifetimes--what incredible things had occurred in this island of ours! How did it all come about?

”Not a.s.suredly,” Valeria remarked with sudden malice, ”by taking things as they stood, and making the best of them with imbecile impatience. If everyone had done that, what sort of an England should I have had stretching before my eyes at this moment?”

”You would not have been here to see,” said Hadria, lazily rolling stones down the hill with her foot. ”We should all of us have been dancing round some huge log-fire on the borders of a primeval forest, and instead of browsing on salads, as we did to-day, we should be sustaining ourselves on the unholy nourishment of boiled parent or grilled aunt.”

Mr. Temperley's refined appearance and manner seemed to raise an incarnate protest against this revolting picture. For some occult reason, the imagination of all was at work especially and exclusively on the figure of that polished gentleman in war-paint and feathers, sporting round the cauldron that contained the boiled earthly remains of his relations.

Mr. Fleming betrayed the common thought by remarking that it would be very becoming to him.

”Ah! I wish we _were_ all savages in feathers and war-paint, dancing on the edge of some wild forest, with nothing but the sea and the sky for limits!”

Miss Du Prel surprised her audience by this earnest aspiration.

”Do you feel inclined to revert?” Hadria enquired. ”Because if so, I shall be glad to join you.”

”I think there _is_ a slight touch of the savage about Mrs. Temperley,”

observed Fleming pensively. ”I mean, don't you know--of course----.”

”You are quite right!” cried Valeria. ”I have often noticed a sort of wildness that crops up now and then through a very smooth surface.

Hadria may sigh for the woodlands, yet----!”