Part 13 (1/2)
”How do you know all this?” asked Halcyone quietly, while her eyes smiled at his raillery. ”Do I look such an old-fas.h.i.+oned blue-stocking, then?”
”You look perfectly sweet,” and John Derringham's expressive eyes confirmed what he said.
”Enough, enough, John. Halcyone is quite unaccustomed to gallants from the world like you,” the Professor growled. ”If you pay her compliments she won't believe you can really make a speech.”
So Mr. Derringham laughed and continued his interrupted conversation. He seemed in good humor with all the world. He was going to stay at Wendover for the whole of Easter week. Mrs. Cricklander had an amusing party of luminaries of both sides--she was the most perfect hostess and had a remarkable talent for collecting the right people.
”She is quite the best-read woman I have ever met, Master,” John Derringham said. ”You must let me bring her over here one day to see you--you would delight in her wit and beauty. She does not leave you a dull moment.”
”Yes, bring her,” the Professor returned between the puffs at his long pipe. ”I have never met any of these new hothouse roses grafted upon briar roots. I should like to study how the system has worked.”
”Quite admirably, as you will see. I do not know any Englishwomen who are to compare to such Americans in brilliancy and fascination.”
Over Halcyone, in spite of her serenity, there crept a feeling of cold.
She did not then a.n.a.lyze why, and, as was her habit when anything began to distress her, she looked out of the window, whether it were night or day. She always did this, and when her eyes saw Nature in any of her moods, calm returned to her.
”She will simply revel in La Sarthe Chase when she sees it,” Mr.
Derringham went on, now addressing Halcyone. ”She is a past-mistress in knowledge of the dates of things. You are going to have the most delicious neighbor, Miss Halcyone, and in learning, a foeman worthy of your steel.”
Cheiron was heard to chuckle wickedly, and when his former Oxford pupil asked him with mild humor the reason of his inappropriate mirth, he answered dryly:
”She is never likely to see the inside of the park even. Queen Victoria did not receive divorced persons, and the Misses La Sarthe, in consequence, cannot either. You will have to bring her here by the road, John!”
Halcyone winced a little. She disliked this conversation; it was not as _fine_ as she liked to think were the methods of both the men who were carrying it on.
John Derringham reddened up to his temples, where there were a few streaks of gray in his dark hair which added to the distinction of his finely cut, rather ascetic face. The short, well-trimmed beard was very becoming, Halcyone thought, and gave him a look of great masculinity and strength. His hawk's eyes were shadowed, as though he sat up very late at night; which indeed he did. For John Derringham, at this period of his life, burnt the candle at both ends and in the middle, too, if it could add to the pleasure or benefit of his calculated career, mapped out for himself by himself.
A sensation almost of wrath rose in his breast at his old master's words. These ignorant country people, to dare to criticise his glittering golden pheasant, whom he was very nearly making up his mind to take for a wife! This aspect of the case, that even these unimportant old ladies could question the position of his choice, galled him. He had spent up to the last penny of his diminished income in his years of man's estate, and Derringham was mortgaged to its furthest acre--and a gentleman must live--and with his brilliant political future expanding before him, lack of means must not be allowed to stand in his way. He would give this woman in gratified ambition as much or more than she would give him in wealth, so it would be an equal bargain and benefit them both. And, above all, he was more than half in love with her, and could get quite a large share of pleasure out of the affair as well. He had been too busy to trouble much over women as a s.e.x since he had left the University--except in the way he had once described to his old master, regarding them as flowers in a garden--mere pleasures for sight and touch, and experiencing ephemeral pa.s.sions which left no mark. But women either feared or adored him; and this woman, the desired of a host of his friends, had singled him out for her especial favors. It had amused him the whole of the last season; he had defied her efforts to chain him to her chariot wheels, and in the winter she had gone to Egypt, and had only just returned. But the charm was growing, and he felt he would allow himself to be caught in her net.
”Mrs. Cricklander would be very much amused could she hear this verdict of the county,” he said with a certain tone in his voice which did not escape Halcyone. ”In London we do not occupy ourselves with such unimportant things--but I dare say she will get over it. And now I really must be going back. May I walk with you through the park, Miss Halcyone, if you are going, too? I am sure there must be an opening somewhere, as the two places touch.”
”Yes, there is just one,” Halcyone said. ”The haw-haw runs the whole way, and it is impossible to pa.s.s, except in the one spot, and I believe no one knows of it but myself. There are a few bricks loose, and I used to take them out and put them back when I wanted to get into Wendover--long ago.”
”Then it will be an adventure; come,” he said, and Halcyone rose.
”Only if you will not give away my secret. Promise you will not tell anyone else,” she bargained.
”Oh! I promise,” and John Derringham jumped up--his movements were always quick and decided and full of nervous force. ”I will bring my hostess to see you on Monday or Tuesday, Master,” he announced, as he said good-by. ”And prepare yourself to fall at her feet like all the rest of us--Merlin and Vivien, you know. It will be a just punishment for your scathing remarks.”
When they were outside in the garden Halcyone spoke not a word. The beds were a glory of spring bulbs, and every bud on the trees was bursting with its promise of coming leaf. Glad, chirruping bird-notes called to one another, and a couple of partridges ran across the lawn.
John Derringham took in the lines of Halcyone's graceful person as she walked ahead. She had that same dignity of movement from the hips which the Nike of Samothrace seems to be advancing with as you come up the steps of the Louvre.
How tall she had grown! She must be at least five feet nine or ten. But why would she not speak?
He overawed her here in the daylight, and she felt silent and oppressed.
”Whereabouts is our tree that we sat in when I was young and you were old?” he asked, after they had got through the gap in the hedge. A little gate had been put in the last years to keep out the increasing herd of deer.