Ah, we all of us have hummed it!
I've an old guitar has thrummed it
Under many a changing moon.
Thackeray.
When Frank next saw Sidney Darrell, the latter told him that he had abandoned the idea of the "Cressida," and was painting Phyllis Lorimer in her own character.
"Grey gown; Parma violets; grey and purplish background. Shall let Sir Coutts have it, I think," he added; "it will show up better at his place than amid the profanum vulgus of Burlington House."
"Mr. Darrell doesn't often paint portraits,[Pg 171] does he?" Lucy said, when Jermyn was discussing the matter one evening in Baker2 Street.
"Not often; but those that he has done are among his finest work. That one of poor Lady Watergate for instance—it is Carolus Duran at his very best."
"By the bye, what an incongruous friendship it always seems to me—Lord Watergate and Mr. Darrell," said Lucy.
"Oh, I don't know that it's much of a friendship," answered Frank.
"Lord Watergate often drops in at The Sycamores," put in Phyllis, helping3 herself from a smart bonbonnière from Charbonnel and Walker's; for Sidney found many indirect means of paying his pretty model; "I think he is such a nice old person."
"Old," cried Fanny; "he is not old at all. I looked him out in Mr. Darrell's Peerage. He is thirty-seven, and his name is Ralph."
"'I love my love with an R..' You said it just in that way, Fan," laughed Phyllis. "Yes, it is an odd friendship, if one comes to think of it—that big, kind, simple, Lord Watergate, and my elaborate friend, Sidney."
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"Mr. Darrell is a perfect gentleman," interposed Fan, with dignity.
The occasional mornings at The Sycamores, afforded a pleasant break in the monotony of her existence. Darrell treated her with a careful, if ironical4 politeness, which she accepted in all good faith.
"Fan, as they call her, is a fool, but none the worse for that," had been his brief summing up of the poor lady, whom, indeed, he rather liked than otherwise.
It was the end of May, and the sittings had been going on in a spasmodic, irregular fashion, throughout the month. Both the girls enjoyed them. Darrell, like the rest of the world, treated Phyllis as a spoilt child; gave her sweets and flowers galore; and what was better, tickets for concerts, galleries, and theatres, of which her sisters also reaped the benefit.
Gertrude secretly disliked the whole proceeding5, but, aware that she had no reasonable objection to offer, wisely held her peace; telling herself that if one person did not turn her little sister's head, another was sure to do so; and perhaps the sooner she was accustomed to the process the better.
"Why won't you come up and see my[Pg 173] portrait?" Phyllis had pleaded; "I am going next Sunday, so you can have no excuse."
"I shall see it when it is finished," Gertrude had answered.
"Oh, but you can get a good idea of what it will look like, already. It is a great thing, life-size, and ends at about the knees. I am standing6 up and looking over my shoulder, so. I suppose Mr. Darrell has found out how nicely my head turns round on my neck."
Gertrude had laughed, and even attempted a pun in her reply, but she did not accompany her sister to The Sycamores. Indeed, more subtle reasons apart, she had little time to spare for unnecessary outings.
The business, as businesses will, had taken a turn for the better, and the two members of the partnership7 had their hands full. Rumours8 of the Photographic Studio had somehow got abroad, and various branches of the public were waking up to an interest in it.
People who had theories about woman's work; people whose friends had theories; people who were curious and fond of novelty; individuals from each of these[Pg 174] sections began to find their way to Upper Baker Street. Gertrude, as we know, had refused at an early stage of their career to be interviewed by The Waterloo Place Gazette; but, later on, some unauthorised person wrote a little account of the Lorimers' studio in one of the society papers, of which, if the taste was questionable9, the results were not to be questioned at all.
Moreover, it had got about in certain sets that all the sisters were extremely beautiful, and that Sidney Darrell was painting them in a group for next year's Academy, a canard10 certainly not to deprecated from a business point of view.
Such things as these, do not, of course, make the solid basis of success, but in a very overcrowded world, they are apt to be the most frequent openings to it. In these days, the aspirant11 to fame is inclined to over-value them, forgetting that there is after all something to be said for making one's performance such as will stand the test of so much publicity12.
The Lorimers knew little of the world, and of the workings of the complicated machinery13 necessary for getting on in it; and while chance favoured them in the[Pg 175] matter of gratuitous14 advertisement, devoted15 their energies to keeping up their work to as high a standard as possible.
Life, indeed, was opening up for them in more ways than one. The calling which they pursued brought them into contact with all sorts and conditions of men, among them, people in many ways more congenial to them than the mass of their former acquaintance; intercourse16 with the latter having come about in most cases through "juxtaposition17" rather than "affinity18."
They began to get glimpses of a world more varied19 and interesting than their own, of that world of cultivated, middle-class London, which approached more nearly, perhaps, than any other to Gertrude's ideal society of picked individuals.
And it was Gertrude, more than any of them, who appreciated the new state of things. She was beginning, for the first time, to find her own level; to taste the sweets of genuine work and genuine social intercourse. Fastidious and sensitive as she was, she had yet a great fund of enjoyment20 of life within her; of that impersonal21, objective enjoyment which is so often denied to her sex. Relieved of the pressing[Pg 176] anxieties which had attended the beginning of their enterprise, the natural elasticity22 of her spirits asserted itself. A common atmosphere of hope and cheerfulness pervaded23 the little household at Upper Baker Street.
The evening of which I write was one of the last of May, and Frank had come in to bid them farewell, before setting out the next morning for a short holiday in Cornwall; "the old folks," as he called his parents, growing impatient of their only son's prolonged absence.
"The country will be looking its very best," cried Frank, who loved his beautiful home; "the sea a mass of sapphire24 with the great downs rolling towards it. I mean to have a big swim the very first thing. No one knows what the sea is like, till they have been to Cornwall. And St. Colomb—I wish you could see St. Colomb! Why, the whole place is smaller than Baker Street. The little bleak25, grey street, with the sou'wester blowing through it at all times and seasons—there are scarcely two houses on the same level. And then—
"'The little grey church on the windy hill,'
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and beyond, the great green vicarage garden, and the vicarage, and the dear old folks looking out at the gate."
He rose reluctantly to go. "One day I hope you will see it for yourselves—all of you."
With which impersonal statement, delivered in a voice which rather belied26 its impersonal nature, Frank dropped Lucy's hand, which he had been holding with unnecessary firmness, and departed abruptly27 from the room.
Gertrude looked rather anxiously towards her sister, who sat quietly sewing, with a little smile on her lips. How far, she wondered, had matters gone between Lucy and Frank? Was the happiness of either or both irrevocably engaged in the pretty game which they were playing? Heaven forbid that her sisterly solicitude28 should lead her to question the "intentions" of every man who came near them; a hideous29 feminine practice abhorrent30 to her very soul. Yet, their own position, Gertrude felt, was a peculiar31 one, and she could not but be aware of the dangers inseparable from the freedom which they enjoyed; dangers which are the price to be paid for all close intimacy32 between young men and women.
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After all, what do women know about a man, even when they live opposite him? And do not men, the very best of them, allow themselves immense license33 in the matter of loving and riding away?
As for Frank, he never made the slightest pretence34 that the Lorimers enjoyed a monopoly of his regard. He talked freely of the charms of Nellie and Carry and Emily; there was a certain Ethel, of South Kensington, whose praises he was never weary of sounding. Moreover, there could be no doubt that at one time or other he had displayed a good deal of interest in Constance Devonshire; dancing with her half the night, as Fred had expressed it; a mutual35 fitness in waltz-steps scarcely being enough to account for his attentions. And even supposing a more serious element to have entered into his regard for Lucy, was he not as poor as themselves, and was it not the last contingency36 for a prudent37 sister to desire?
"What a calculating crone I am growing," thought Gertrude; then observing the tranquil38 and busy object of her fears, laughed at herself, half ashamed.
The next day Mr. Russel came to see them, and entered on a careful examination[Pg 179] of their accounts: compared the business of the last three months with that of the first; praised the improved quality of their work, and strongly advised them, if it were possible, to hold on for another year. This they were able to do. Although, of course, the money invested in the business had returned anything but a high rate of interest, their economy had been so strict that there would be enough of their original funds to enable them to carry on the struggle for the next twelve months, by which time, if matters progressed at their present rate, they might consider themselves permanently39 established in business.
Before he went Mr. Russel said something to Lucy which disturbed her considerably40, though it made her smile. He had been for many years a widower41, living with his mother, but the old lady had died in the course of the year, and now he suggested, modestly enough, that Lucy should return as mistress to the home where she had once been a welcome guest.
The girl found it difficult to put her refusal into words; this kind friend had hitherto given everything and asked nothing; but there was a delicate soul under[Pg 180] the brusque exterior42, and directly he divined how matters stood, he did his best to save her compunction.
"It really doesn't matter, you know. Please don't give it another thought." He had observed in an off-hand manner, which had amused while it touched her.
Lucy was magnanimous enough to keep this little episode to herself, though Gertrude had her suspicions as to what had occurred.
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