And dance no more to-morrow;
It may be one will steal away,
And nurse a lifelong sorrow;
What then? The rest advance, evade1,
Unite, disport2, and dally3,
Re-set, coquet, and gallopade,
Not less—in "Cupid's Alley4."
Austin Dobson.
"Mr. Darrell has sent us a card for his Private View," announced Gertrude, as they sat at tea one Saturday afternoon in the sitting-room5.
"Oh, let me look, Gerty," cried Phyllis, taking possession of the bit of pasteboard. "'The Misses Lorimer and friends.' Why Conny might go with us."
[Pg 160]
Constance Devonshire had dropped in upon them unexpectedly that afternoon, after an absence of several weeks. She was looking wretchedly ill. Her usually blooming complexion7 had changed to a curious waxen colour; her round face had fallen away; there were dark hollows under the unnaturally8 brilliant eyes.
"I should rather like to go, if you think you may take me," she said; then added, with an air of not very spontaneous gaiety; "I suppose it will be what the society papers call a 'smart function.'"
Stoicism, it has been observed, is a savage9 virtue10. There was something of savagery11 in Conny's fierce reserve; in the way in which she resolutely12 refused to acknowledge, what was evident to the most casual observer, that there was something seriously amiss with her health and spirits.
"Is it not fortunate," said Lucy, "that Uncle Sebastian should have sent us that cheque? Now we shall be able to get ourselves some decent clothes."
"I mean to have a grey cachemire walking-dress, and my evening dress shall be grey too," announced Phyllis, who was one of the rare people who can wear that colour[Pg 161] to advantage. Fanny, who had rigid13 ideas about mourning, declared with an air of severity that her own new outfit14 should be black, then sighed, as though to call attention to the fact of her constancy to the memory of the dead, in the face of the general heedlessness.
"Gerty is thinking of rose-colour, is she not?" asked Phyllis, innocently, as she marked Gertrude's rapidly-suppressed movement of irritation15.
"As regards a gown for this precious Private View—I am not going to it."
"The head of the firm ought to show up on such an occasion, as a mere16 matter of business," observed Lucy, smiling amiably17 at every one in general.
"Yes, really, Gerty," added Phyllis, "you are the person to inspire confidence as to the quality of our work. No one would suspect us"—indicating herself and her two other sisters—"of being clever. It would be considered unlikely that nature should heap up all her benefits on the same individuals."
"Am I such a fright?" asked Gertrude, a little wistfully.
"No, darling; but there could be no[Pg 162] doubt about your brains with that face."
"Wait a few years," said Conny; "she will be the best looking of you all."
"We will 'wait till she is eighty in the shade,'" quoted Phyllis; "but when one comes to think of it, what a well-endowed family we are. Not only is our genius good-looking; that is a comparatively common case; but our beauties are so exceedingly intelligent; aren't they, Lucy?"
Constance Devonshire was right. Sidney Darrell's Private View at the Berkley Galleries, held on the last day of April, was a very smart function indeed. There were duchesses, beauties, statesmen, and clever people of every description galore. In the midst of them all Darrell himself shone resplendent; gracious, urbane18, polished; infusing just the right amount of cordiality into his many greetings, according to the deserts of the person greeted.
"I never saw any one who possessed19 to greater perfection the art of impressing his importance on other people," whispered Conny to Gertrude, as the two girls strolled off together into one of the smaller rooms. Lucy had been led off by Frank and one of[Pg 163] his friends. That young woman was never long in any mixed assembly without attracting persons of the male sex to her side.
As for Phyllis, radiant in the new grey costume, its soft tints20 set off by a knot of Parma violets at the throat, she was making the round of the pictures under the escort of no less a person than Lord Watergate, who had come up to the Lorimers at the moment of their entrance; and Fanny, in a jetted mantle21 and bonnet22, clanked about with Mr. Oakley, happy in the consciousness of being for once in the best society.
"What a dreary23 thing a London crowd is," grumbled24 Conny, who was not accustomed, in her own set, to being left squireless.
"Oh, but this is fun. So different from the parties one used to go to," said Gertrude, smiling, as Lord Watergate and her sister came up to them, to direct their attention to a particular canvas in the other room.
As they sauntered, in a body, to the entrance, Darrell came up with a young man of the masher type in his wake, whom he introduced to Phyllis as Lord Malplaquet.
"Lord Malplaquet is dying to hear your[Pg 164] theories of life," he said playfully, bestowing25 a beaming and confidential26 smile upon her.
"Mr. Darrell, you shall not amuse yourself at my expense," she responded gaily27, as she plunged28 into the crowd under the wing of her new escort, who was staring at her with the languid yet undisguised admiration29 of his class.
"Now this is the real thing," said Lord Watergate to Gertrude, as they stopped before the canvas they had come to seek.
"Yes," said Gertrude, in mechanical acquiescence30.
She was thinking: "What a mean soul I must have. Every one seems to like and admire this Sidney Darrell: and I suspect everything about him—even his art. For the sake of a prejudice; of a little hurt vanity, perhaps, as well."
"That, 'yes,' hasn't the ring of the true coin, Miss Lorimer."
"This is scarcely the time and place for criticism, Lord Watergate," laughed Gertrude.
"For hostile criticism, you mean. You are a terrible person to please, are you not?"
As the room began to clear Darrell took[Pg 165] Frank aside, and glancing in the direction of the sisters, who had re-united their forces, said: "You know those girls, intimately, I believe."
"Yes." (Very promptly31.)
"I wonder if that beautiful Phyllis would sit to me?"
"She would probably be immensely honoured."
"Well, you see, it's this: I want her for Cressida."
"Rather a disagreeable sort of subject isn't it?" said Frank, doubtfully; then added, with professional interest: "I didn't know you had such a picture on hand, Mr. Darrell."
"The idea occurred to me this very afternoon. It was the sight of the fair Phyllis, in fact, which suggested it."
"Were you thinking of the scene in the orchard32, or in the Greek camp?"
"Neither; one could hardly ask a lady to sit for such a picture. No, it is Cressida, before her fall, I want; as she stands at the street corner with Pandarus, waiting for the Trojan heroes to pass, don't you know? Half ironical33, half wistful; with the light of that little tendre for Troilus just beginning[Pg 166] to dawn in her eyes. She would be the very thing for it."
"Are you going to propose it to her?" said Frank, who looked as if he did not much relish34 the idea.
"I shall ask her to sit for me, at any rate. There's the dragon-sister to be got round first."
"Indeed you are mistaken about Miss Lorimer."
Darrell gave a short laugh. "I beg your pardon, my dear fellow!"
Frank frowned, and Darrell, going forward to the Lorimers, preferred his request.
Phyllis looked pleased; and Gertrude, suppressing the signs of her secret dislike to the scheme, said, quietly:
"Phyllis must refer you to her sister Fanny. It depends on whether she can spare the time to bring her to your studio."
She glanced up as she spoke36, and met, almost with open defiance37, the heavy grey eyes of the man opposite. From these she perceived the irony38 to have faded; she read nothing there but a cold dislike.
It was an old, old story the fierce yet silent opposition39 between these two people; an inevitable40 antipathy41; a strife42 of type[Pg 167] and type, of class and class, rather than of individuals: the strife of the woman who demands respect, with the man who refuses to grant it.
* * * * *
Phyllis was in high feather at her successful afternoon, at the compliment paid her by the great Sidney in particular; and Fanny rather brightened at the prospect43 of what bore even so distant a resemblance to an occupation, as chaperoning her sister to a studio.
Only Conny was silent and depressed44, and when they reached Baker-street, followed Gertrude to her room. Here she flung herself on the bed, regardless of her new transparent45 black hat, and its daffodil trimmings.
"Gerty, 'the world's a beast, and I hate it!'"
"You are not well, Conny. If you would only acknowledge the fact, and see a doctor."
"Gerty, come here."
Gertrude went over to the bed, secretly alarmed; something in her friend's tones frightened her.
[Pg 168]
Conny crushed her face against the pillows, then said in smothered46 tones:
"I can't bear it any longer. I must tell some one or it will kill me."
Gertrude grew pale; instinctively47 she felt what was coming; instinctively she desired to ward35 it off.
"Can't you guess? Oh, you may say it is humiliating, unworthy; I know that." She raised her face suddenly: "Oh, Gerty, how can I help it? He is so different from them all; from the sneaks48 who want one's money; from the bad imitations of fashionable young men, who snub, and patronise, and sneer49 at us all. Who could help it? Frank——"
"Conny, Conny, you musn't tell me this."
Gertrude caught her friend in her arms, so as to shield her face. She disapproved50, generally speaking, of confidences of this kind, considering them bad for both giver and receiver; but this particular confidence she felt to be simply intolerable.
"Gerty, what have I done, what have I said?"
"Nothing, really nothing, Con6, dear old girl. You have told me nothing."
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A pause; then Conny said, between the sobs51 which at last had broken forth53: "How can I bear my life? How can I bear it?"
Gertrude was very pale.
"We all have to bear things, Conny; often this kind of thing, we women."
"I don't think I can."
"Yes, you will. You have no end of pluck. One day you are going to be very happy."
"Never, Gerty. We rich girls always end up with sneaks—no decent person comes near us."
"There are other things which make happiness besides—pleasant things happening to one."
"What sort of things?"
Gertrude paused a minute, then said bravely: "Our own self-respect, and the integrity of the people we care for."
"That sounds very nice," replied Conny, without enthusiasm, "but I should like a little of the more obvious sorts of happiness as well."
Gertrude gave a laugh, which was also a sob52.
"So should I, Conny, so should I."
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