Part 45 (2/2)
So they went, and saw the three crackle vases, and many another piece of porcelain and enamel and bronze; but always the clever little Polish woman took care that she should be at some other case, so that she could not overhear what these two had to say to each other. And they had plenty to say.
”Why, Natalie, where is your courage? What is the going to America? It cannot be for ever and ever.”
”But even then,” she said, in a low, hesitating voice. ”If you were never to see me again, you would blame me for it all. You would regret.”
”How can I regret that my life was made beautiful to me, if only for a time? It was worth nothing to me before. And you are forgetting all about the ring, and my promise to you.”
This light way of talking did not at all deceive her. What had been torturing her all the night long was the fancy, the suspicion, that her father was sending her lover to America, not solely with a view to the work he should have to undertake there, but to insure a permanent separation between herself and him. That was the cruel bit of it. And she more than ever admired the manliness of this man, because he would make no complaint to her. He had uttered no word of protest, for fear of wounding her. He did not mention her father to her at all; but merely treated this project of going to America as if it were a part of his duty that had to be cheerfully accepted.
”After I have once said good-bye to you Natalie” said he, ”it will not be so bad for me. I shall have my work.”
”When do you go?” she asked, with rather a white face.
”I don't know yet. It may be a matter of days. You will let me see you again, my darling--soon?”
”I shall be here every morning, if you wish it” she answered.
”To-morrow, then?”
”To-morrow, at eleven. Anneli will come with me. I should have waited in on the hope of seeing you this morning; but it was an old engagement with Madame Potecki. Ah, how good she is! Do you see how she pretends to be interested in those things?”
”I will send her a present of some old china before I leave England,”
said Brand.
”No, no,” said Natalie, with a faint smile appearing on the sad face.
”It would destroy her theory. She does not care for anything at home so long as she possesses these public treasures. She is very content.
Indeed, she earns enough to be charitable. She has many poor dependents.”
By-and-by Madame Potecki, with great evident reluctance, confessed that she had to return, as one of her pupils would be at her house by half-past twelve. But would not Mr. Brand take her dear adopted child to see some of the pictures? It was a pity that she should be dragged away, and so forth.
But Natalie promptly put an end to these suggestions by saying that she would prefer to return with Madame Potecki; and, it being now past twelve, as soon as they got outside she engaged a cab. George Brand saw them off, and then returned into the building. He wished to look again at the objects she had looked at, to recollect every word she had uttered; to recall the very tones in which she had spoken. And this place was so hushed and quiet.
Meanwhile, as the occupants of the cab were journeying northward, Natalie took occasion to say to her companion, with something of a heightened color,
”You must not imagine, dear madame, that I expected to see Mr. Brand at the Museum when I promised to go with you.”
”But what if you had expected, my child?” said the good-natured music-mistress. ”What harm is there?”
”But this morning I did expect him to come, and that is why I left the message with Anneli,” continued the girl. ”Because, do you know, madame, he is going to America; and when he goes I may not see him for many years.”
”My child!” the demonstrative little woman exclaimed, catching hold of the girl's hand.
But Natalie was not inclined to be sympathetic at this moment.
”Now I wish you, dear Madame Potecki,” she continued in a firm voice, ”to do me a favor. I would rather not speak to my father about Mr.
Brand. I wish you to tell him for me that so long as Mr. Brand remains in England I shall continue to see him; and that as I do not choose he should come to my father's house, I shall see him as I saw him this morning.”
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