Part 24 (2/2)
”But there is nothing to be _eclairci_,” said Marian. We are talking nonsense, which is silly----”
”And French, which is vulgar,” interposed Miss McQuinch, delivering the remark like a pistol shot at Mrs. Fairfax, who had been trying to convey by facial expression that she pitied the folly of Elinor's advice, and was scandalized by her presumption in offering it. ”It is time to start for the Academy.”
When they arrived at Burlington House, Mrs. Fairfax put on her gold rimmed spectacles, and led the way up the stairs like one having important business in a place to which others came for pleasure. When they had pa.s.sed the turnstiles, Elinor halted, and said:
”There is no sort of reason for our pus.h.i.+ng through this crowd in a gang of three. Besides, I want to look at the pictures, and not after you to see which way you go. I shall meet you here at six o'clock, sharp.
Good-bye.”
”What an extraordinary girl!” said Mrs. Fairfax, as Elinor opened her catalogue at the end, and suddenly disappeared to the right amongst the crowd.
”She always does so,” said Marian; ”and I think she is quite right. Two people cannot make their way about as easily as one; and they never want to see the same pictures.”
”But, my dear, consider the impropriety of a young girl walking about by herself.”
”Surely there is no impropriety in it. Lots of people--all sensible women do it. Who can tell, in this crowd, whether you are by yourself or not? And what does it matter if----”
Here Mrs. Fairfax's attention was diverted by the approach of one of her numerous acquaintances. Marian, after a moment's indecision, slipped away and began her tour of the rooms alone, pa.s.sing quickly through the first in order to escape pursuit. In the second she tried to look at the pictures; but as she now for the first time realized that she might meet Conolly at any moment, doubt as to what answer she should give him seized her; and she felt a strong impulse to fly. The pictures were unintelligible to her: she kept her face turned to the inharmonious shew of paint and gilding only because she shrank from looking at the people about. Whenever she stood still, and any man approached and remained near her, she contemplated the wall fixedly, and did not dare to look round or even to stir until he moved away, lest he should be Conolly.
When she pa.s.sed from the second room to the large one, she felt as though she were making a tremendous plunge; and indeed the catastrophe occurred before she had accomplished the movement, for she came suddenly face to face with him in the doorway. He did not flinch: he raised his hat, and prepared to pa.s.s on. She involuntarily put out her hand in remonstrance. He took it as a gift at once; and she, confused, said anxiously: ”We must not stand in the doorway. The people cannot pa.s.s us,” as if her action had meant nothing more than an attempt to draw him out of the way. Then, perceiving the absurdity of this pretence, she was quite lost for a moment. When she recovered her self-possession they were standing together in the less thronged s.p.a.ce near a bust of the Queen; and Conolly was saying:
”I have been here half an hour; and I have not seen a single picture.”
”Nor I,” she said timidly, looking down at her catalogue. ”Shall we try to see some now?”
He opened his catalogue; and they turned together toward the pictures and were soon discussing them sedulously, as if they wished to shut out the subject of the very recent crisis in their affairs, which was nevertheless constantly present in their minds. Marian was saluted by many acquaintances. At each encounter she made an effort to appear unconcerned, and suffered immediately afterward from a suspicion that the effort had defeated its own object, as such efforts often do.
Conolly had something to say about most of the pictures: generally an unanswerable objection to some historical or technical inaccuracy, which sometimes convinced her, and always impressed her with a confiding sense of ignorance in herself and infallible judgment in him.
”I think we have done enough for one day,” she said at last. ”The watercolors and the sculpture must wait until next time.”
”We had better watch for a vacant seat. You must be tired.”
”I am, a little. I think I should like to sit in some other room. Mrs.
Leith Fairfax is over there with Mr. Douglas--a gentleman whom I know and would rather not meet just now. You saw him at Wandsworth.”
”Yes. That tall man? He has let his beard grow since.”
”That is he. Let us go to the room where the drawings are: we shall have a better chance of a seat there. I have not seen Sholto for two years; and our last meeting was rather a stormy one.”
”What happened?”
Marian was a little hurt by being questioned. She missed the reticence of a gentleman. Then she reproached herself for not understanding that his frank curiosity was a delicate appeal to her confidence in him, and answered: ”He proposed to me.”
Conolly immediately dropped the subject, and went in search of a vacant seat. They found one in the little room where the architects' drawings languish. They were silent for some time.
Then he began, seriously: ”Is it too soon to call you by your own name?
'Miss Lind' is distant; but 'Marian' might shock you if it came too confidently without preparation.”
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