Part 48 (1/2)

BOOK FIFTH

XXII

Mrs. Dallow came up to London soon after the meeting of Parliament; she made no secret of the fact that she was fond of ”town” and that in present conditions it would of course not have become less attractive to her. But she prepared to retreat again for the Easter vacation, not to go back to Harsh, but to pay a couple of country visits. She did not, however, depart with the crowd--she never did anything with the crowd--but waited till the Monday after Parliament rose; facing with composure, in Great Stanhope Street, the horrors, as she had been taught to consider them, of a Sunday out of the session. She had done what she could to mitigate them by asking a handful of ”stray men” to dine with her that evening. Several members of this disconsolate cla.s.s sought comfort in Great Stanhope Street in the afternoon, and them for the most part she also invited to return at eight o'clock. There were accordingly almost too many people at dinner; there were even a couple of wives.

Nick Dormer was then present, though he had not been in the afternoon.

Each of the other persons had said on coming in, ”So you've not gone--I'm awfully glad.” Mrs. Dallow had replied, ”No, I've not gone,”

but she had in no case added that she was glad, nor had she offered an explanation. She never offered explanations; she always a.s.sumed that no one could invent them so well as those who had the florid taste to desire them.

And in this case she was right, since it is probable that few of her visitors failed to say to themselves that her not having gone would have had something to do with Dormer. That could pa.s.s for an explanation with many of Mrs. Dallow's friends, who as a general thing were not morbidly a.n.a.lytic; especially with those who met Nick as a matter of course at dinner. His figuring at this lady's entertainments, being in her house whenever a candle was lighted, was taken as a sign that there was something rather particular between them. Nick had said to her more than once that people would wonder why they didn't marry; but he was wrong in this, inasmuch as there were many of their friends to whom it wouldn't have occurred that his position could be improved. That they were cousins was a fact not so evident to others as to themselves, in consequence of which they appeared remarkably intimate. The person seeing clearest in the matter was Mrs. Gresham, who lived so much in the world that being left now and then to one's own company had become her idea of true sociability. She knew very well that if she had been privately engaged to a young man as amiable as Nick Dormer she would have managed that publicity shouldn't play such a part in their intercourse; and she had her secret scorn for the stupidity of people whose conception of Nick's relation to Julia rested on the fact that he was always included in her parties. ”If he never was there they might talk,” she said to herself. But Mrs. Gresham was supersubtle. To her it would have appeared natural that her friend should celebrate the parliamentary recess by going down to Harsh and securing the young man's presence there for a fortnight; she recognised Mrs. Dallow's actual plan as a comparatively poor subst.i.tute--the project of spending the holidays in other people's houses, to which Nick had also promised to come. Mrs. Gresham was romantic; she wondered what was the good of mere snippets and s.n.a.t.c.hes, the chances that any one might have, when large, still days _a deux_ were open to you--chances of which half the sanct.i.ty was in what they excluded. However, there were more unsettled matters between Mrs. Dallow and her queer kinsman than even Mrs. Gresham's fine insight could embrace. She was not on the Sunday evening before Easter among the guests in Great Stanhope Street; but if she had been Julia's singular indifference to observation would have stopped short of encouraging her to remain in the drawing-room, along with Nick, after the others had gone. I may add that Mrs. Gresham's extreme curiosity would have emboldened her as little to do so. She would have taken for granted that the pair wished to be alone together, though she would have regarded this only as a snippet. The company had at all events stayed late, and it was nearly twelve o'clock when the last of them, standing before the fire in the room they had quitted, broke out to his companion:

”See here, Julia, how long do you really expect me to endure this kind of thing?” Julia made him no answer; she only leaned back in her chair with her eyes upon his. He met her gaze a moment; then he turned round to the fire and for another moment looked into it. After this he faced his hostess again with the exclamation: ”It's so foolish--it's so d.a.m.nably foolis.h.!.+”

She still said nothing, but at the end of a minute she spoke without answering him. ”I shall expect you on Tuesday, and I hope you'll come by a decent train.”

”What do you mean by a decent train?”

”I mean I hope you'll not leave it till the last thing before dinner, so that we can have a little walk or something.”

”What's a little walk or something? Why, if you make such a point of my coming to Griffin, do you want me to come at all?”

She hesitated an instant; then she returned; ”I knew you hated it!”

”You provoke me so,” said Nick. ”You try to, I think.”

”And Severals is still worse. You'll get out of that if you can,” Mrs.

Dallow went on.

”If I can? What's to prevent me?”

”You promised Lady Whiteroy. But of course that's nothing.”

”I don't care a straw for Lady Whiteroy.”

”And you promised me. But that's less still.”

”It _is_ foolish--it's quite idiotic,” said Nick with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the ceiling.

There was another silence, at the end of which Julia remarked: ”You might have answered Mr. Macgeorge when he spoke to you.”

”Mr. Macgeorge--what has he to do with it?”

”He has to do with your getting on a little. If you think that's the way--!”

Nick broke into a laugh. ”I like lessons in getting on--in other words I suppose you mean in urbanity--from you, Julia!”

”Why not from me?”