Part 21 (1/2)

Once all this would have irritated Paul to the verge of bearish rudeness, but now he only kissed his mother's white jewelled hand. He remembered his lady's tender counsel to him, given in one of their many talks: ”You must always reverence your mother, Paul, and accept her wors.h.i.+p with love.” So now he said:

”Dear mother, it is so good of you, but I'm all right--fever does knock one over a bit, you know. You'll see, though, being at home again will make me perfectly well in no time--and I'll be as good as you like, and eat and drink all Mrs. Elwyn's beef-teas and jellies, and other beastly stuff, if you will just let me dress now, like a darling.”

However, his mother was obliged to examine and a.s.sure herself that his beautiful hair was still thick and waving--and she had to pause and sigh over every sharpened line of his face and figure--though the thought of being permitted to lavish continuous care for long days to come held a certain consolation for her.

At last Paul was left alone, and there came a moment he had been longing for. He had sent written orders that Tremlett should bring Pike, and leave him in his dressing-room beyond--and all the while his mother had talked he had heard suppressed whines and scratchings. Somehow he had not wanted to see his dog before any of the people; the greeting between himself and his little friend must be in solitude, for was there not a secret link between them in that golden collar given by his Queen?

And Pike would understand--he certainly would understand!

If short, pa.s.sionate barks, and a madness of wagging tail-stump, accompanied by jumps of crazy joy, could comfort any one--then Paul had his full measure when the door was opened, and this rough white terrier bounded in upon him, and, frantic with welcome and ecstasy, was with difficulty quieted at last in his master's fond arms.

”Oh! Pike, Pike!” Paul said, while tears of weakness flowed down his cheeks. ”I can talk to you--and when you wear her collar you will know my Queen--our Queen.”

And Pike said everything of sympathy a dog could say. But it was not until late at night, when the interminable evening had been got through, that his master had the pleasure of trying his darling's present on.

That first evening of his homecoming was an ordeal for Paul. He was still feeble, and dead tired from travelling, to begin with--and to have to listen and reply to the endless ba.n.a.lities of his mother's guests was almost more than he could bear.

They were a nice cheery company of mostly young friends. Pretty girls and his own boon companions abounded, and they chaffed and played silly games after dinner--until Paul could have groaned.

Captain Grigsby had eventually caught Sir Charles' eye:

”You will have the boy fainting if you don't get him off alone soon,” he said. ”These girls would tire a man in strong health!”

And at last Paul had escaped to his own room.

He leant out of his window, and looked at the gibbous moon. Pike was there on the broad sill beside him, under his arm, and he could feel the golden collar on the soft fur neck--a wave of perhaps the most hopeless anguish he had yet felt was upon his spirit now. The unutterable blankness--the impossible vista of the endless days to come, with no prospect of meeting--no aim--no hope. Yes, she had said there was one hope--one hope which could bring peace to their crud unrest. But how and when should he ever know? And if it were so--then more than ever he should be by her side. The number of beautiful things he would want to say to her about it all--the oceans of love he would desire to pour upon her--the tender care which should be his hourly joy. To honour and wors.h.i.+p her, and chase all pain away. And he did not even know her name, or the country where one day this hope should reign. That was incredible--and it would be so easy to find out. But he had promised her never to make inquiries, and he would keep his word. He saw her reason now; it had arisen in an instinct of tender protection for himself. She had known if he knew her place of abode no fear of death would keep him from trying to see her. Ah! he had had the tears--and why not the cold steel and blood? It was no price to pay could he but hear once more her golden voice, and feel her loving, twining arms.

He was only held back by the fear of the danger for her. And instead of being with her, and waiting on her footsteps, he should have to spend his next hours with those ridiculous Englishwomen! Those foolish, flippant girls! One had quoted poetry to him at dinner, the very sc.r.a.p his lady had spoken a line of--this new poet's, who was taking the world of London by storm that year: ”Loved with a love beyond all words or sense!” And it had sounded like bathos or sacrilege. What did these dolls know of love, or life? Chattering parrots to weary a man's brain! Yes, the Greeks were right, it would be better to keep them spinning flax, and uneducated.

And so in his young intolerance, maddened by pain, he saw all things gibbous like the mocking moon. Pike stirred under his arm and licked his hand, a faint whine of love making itself heard in the night.

”O G.o.d!” said Paul, as he buried his face in his hands, ”let me get through this time as she would have me do; let me not show the anguish in my heart, but be at least a man and gentleman.”

CHAPTER XXIV

The neighbours and his parents were astonished at the eloquence of Paul's speech at the great dinner given to the tenants next day. No one had guessed at his powers before, and the county papers, and indeed some London reporters, had predicted a splendid political future for this young orator. It had been quite a long speech, and contained sound arguments and common sense, and was expressed in language so lofty and refined that it sent ecstatic admiration through his mother's fond breast.

And all the time Paul spoke he saw no sea of faces below him--only his soul's eyes were looking into those strange chameleon orbs of his lady. He said every word as if she had been there, and at the end it almost seemed she must have heard him, so soft a peace fell on his spirit. Yes, she would have been pleased with her lover, he knew, and that held large grains of consolation. And so these days pa.s.sed in well-accomplished duty; and at last all the festivities were over, and he could rest.

Captain Grigsby and his father had helped him whenever they could, and an eternal bond of friends.h.i.+p was cemented between the three.

”By Jove, Charles! You ought to be thundering proud of that boy!” Captain Grigsby said the morning of his departure for Scotland on August 10. ”He's come up to the scratch like a hero, and whatever the damage, the lady must have been well worth while to turn him out polished like that. Gad!

Charles, I'd take a month's journey to see her myself.”

And Paul's father grunted with satisfaction as he said: ”I told you so.”