D. G. Rossetti.
Lucy slept little that night. At the first flush of the magnificent summer dawn she was astir, making her preparations for the traveller's breakfast.
She had changed suddenly, from a demure1 and rather frigid2 maiden3 to a loving and anxious woman. Perhaps the signet-ring on her middle finger was a magic ring, and had wrought4 the charm.
Frank's notice to quit had been so short, that he had been obliged to apply for various necessaries to Darrell, who, with[Pg 204] Lord Watergate, had supplied him with the main features of a tropical outfit5. His ship sailed that day, at noon, so there was little time to be lost. He came over at an unconscionably early hour to Number 20B, for there was much to be said and little opportunity for saying it.
Lucy, displaying a truly feminine mixture of the tender and the practical, packed his bag, strapped6 his rugs, and put searching questions as to his preparations for travel. Already, womanlike, she had taken him under her wing, and henceforward the minutest detail of his existence would be more precious to her than anything on earth.
Gertrude, when she had kissed the vivid young face in sisterly farewell, saw the lovers drive off to the station and wondered inwardly at their calmness.
Later in the day, coming into the studio, she found Lucy quietly engaged in putting a negative into the printing-frame.
"It is his," she said, looking up with a smile; "I never felt that I had a right to do it before."
At luncheon8, Phyllis reminded her that to-night was the night of Mr. Darrell's [Pg 205]conversazione at the Berkeley Galleries, for which he had sent them two tickets.
"It's no good expecting Lucy to go; you will have to take me, Gerty," she announced.
Gertrude had a great dislike to going, and she said—
"Can't Fanny take you?"
"Edward and I are dining at the Septimus Pratts'," replied Fanny.
After much hesitation9, she and her betrothed10 had had to resign themselves to the inevitable11, and dispense12 with the services of a chaperon; a breach13 of decorum which Mr. Marsh14, in particular, deplored15.
"Are you very anxious about this party?" pleaded Gertrude.
"Oh Gerty, of course. And if you won't take me, I'll go alone," cried Phyllis, with unusual vehemence16.
Gertrude was indignant at her sister's tone; then reflected that it was, perhaps, hard on Phyllis, to cut off one of her few festivities.
Phyllis, indeed, had not been very well of late, and demanded more spoiling than ever. She coughed constantly, and her eyes were unnaturally17 bright.
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Gertrude ended by submitting to the sacrifice, and at ten o'clock she and Phyllis found themselves in Bond Street, where the rooms were already thronged18 with people.
Phyllis had blazed into a degree of beauty that startled even her sister, and made her the frequent mark for observation in that brilliant gathering19.
Her grey dress was cut low, displaying the white and rounded slenderness of her shoulders and arms; the soft brown hair was coiled about the perfect head in a manner that afforded a view of the neck and its graceful20 action; her eyes shone like stars; her cheeks glowed exquisitely21 pink. Wherever she went, went forth22 a sweet strong fragrance23, the breath of a great spray of tuberose which was fastened in her bodice, and which had arrived for her that day from an unnamed donor24.
Darrell's greeting to both the sisters had been of the briefest. He had shaken hands unsmilingly with Phyllis; he and Gertrude had brought their finger-tips into chill and momentary25 contact, without so much as lifting their eyes, and Gertrude had felt humiliated26 at her presence there.
She had not seen Darrell since his Private[Pg 207] View, more than six weeks ago; and now, as she stood talking to Lord Watergate, her eye, guided by a nameless curiosity, an unaccountable fascination27, sought him out. He was looking ill, she thought, as she watched him standing28 in his host's place, near the doorway29, chatting to an ugly old woman, whom she knew to be the Duchess of Kilburne; ill, and very unhappy. Happiness indeed, as she instinctively30 felt, is not for such as he—for the egotist and the sensualist.
Her acute feminine sense, sharpened perhaps by personal soreness, had pierced to the second-rateness of the man and his art. Beneath his arrogance31 and air of assured success, she read the signs of an almost craven hunger for pre-eminence; of a morbid32 self-consciousness; an insatiable vanity. And for all the stupendous cleverness of his workmanship, she failed to detect in his work the traces of those qualities which, combined with far less skill than his, can make greatness.
As for her own relations to Darrell, the positions of the two had shifted a little since the first. In the brief flashes of intercourse33 which they had known, a drama[Pg 208] had silently enacted34 itself; a war without words or weapons, in which, so far, she had come off victor. For Sidney had ceased to regard her as merely ridiculous; and she, on her part, was no longer cowed by his aggressive personality, by the all-seeing, languid glance, the arrogant35, indifferent manner. They stood on a level platform of unspoken, yet open distaste; which, should occasion arise, might blaze into actual defiance37.
Lord Watergate, as I have said, was talking to Gertrude; but his glance, as she was quick to observe, strayed constantly toward Phyllis. She had wondered before this, as to the measure of his admiration38 for her sister; it seemed to her that he paid her the tribute of a deeper interest than that which her beauty and her brightness would, in the natural course of things, exact.
As for Phyllis, she was enjoying a triumph which many a professional beauty might have envied. People flocked round her, scheming for introductions, staring at her in open admiration, laughing at her whimsical sallies.
"That young person has a career before her."
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"Who is she?"
"Oh, one of Darrell's discoveries. Works at a photographer's, they say."
"Darrell is painting her portrait."
"No, not her portrait; but a study of 'Cressida.'"
"Cressida!
"'There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay39, her foot speaks——'"
"Hush40, hush!"
Such floating spars of talk had drifted past Gertrude's corner, and had been caught, not by her, but by her companion.
Lord Watergate frowned, as he mentally finished the quotation41, which struck him as being in shocking taste. He had adopted, unconsciously, a protective attitude towards the Lorimers; their courage, their fearlessness, their immense ignorance, appealed to his generous and chivalrous42 nature. He made up his mind to speak to Darrell about that baseless rumour43 of the Cressida.
Gertrude, on her part, was not too absorbed in conversation to notice what[Pg 210] her sister was doing. She saw at once that, in spite of some thrills of satisfied vanity, Phyllis was not enjoying herself. There was a restless, discontented light in her eyes, a half-weary recklessness in her pose, as she leant against the edge of a tall screen, which filled Gertrude with wonder and anxiety. She felt, as she had felt so often lately, that Phyllis, her little Phyllis, whom she had scolded and petted and yearned44 over for eighteen years, was passing beyond her ken7, into regions where she could never follow.
The evening wore itself away as such evenings do, in aimless drifting to and fro, half-hearted attempts at conversation, much mutual45 staring, and a determined46 raid on the refreshment47 buffet48, on the part of people who have dined sumptuously49 an hour ago.
"Our English social institutions," Darrell said aside to Lord Watergate; "the private view, where every one goes; the conversazione, where no one talks."
Lord Watergate laughed, and went back to Gertrude, to propose an attack on the buffet, by way of diversion; and Sidney, with his inscrutable air of utter [Pg 211]purposelessness, made his way through the crowd to where Phyllis stood in conversation with two young men.
Some paces off from her he paused, and stood in silence, looking at her.
Phyllis shot her glance to his, half-petulant, half-supplicating, like that of a child.
It was late in the evening, and this was the first attempt he had made to approach her. Darrell advanced a step or two, and Phyllis lowered her eyes, with a sudden and vivid blush.
"At last," said Darrell, in a low voice, as the two young men instinctively moved off before him.
"You are just in time to say 'good-night' to me, Mr. Darrell."
Darrell smiled, with his face close to hers. His smile was considered attractive—
"Seeming more generous for the coldness gone."
"It is not 'good-night,' but 'good-bye,' that I have come to say."
The brilliant and rapid smile had passed across his face, leaving no trace.
"What do you mean, Mr. Darrell?"
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"I mean that I am going away to-morrow."
"For ever and ever?" Phyllis laughed, as she spoke36, turning pale.
"For several months. I have important business in Paris."
"But you haven't finished my portrait, Mr. Darrell."
Sidney looked down, biting his lip.
"Shall you be able to finish it in time for the Grosvenor?"
"Possibly not."
"Now you are disagreeable," cried Phyllis, in a high voice; "and ungrateful, too, after all those long sittings."
"Not ungrateful. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Under cover of the crowd he had taken both her hands, and was pressing them fiercely at each repetition, while his miserable50 eyes looked imploringly51 into hers.
"You are hurting me." Her voice was low and broken. She shrank back afraid.
"Good-bye—Phyllis."
Gertrude, coming back from the refreshment-room a minute later, found Phyllis standing by herself, in an angle formed by one of the screens, pale to the lips, with brilliant, meaningless eyes.
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"We are going home," said Gertrude, walking up to her.
"Oh, very well," she answered, rousing herself; "the sooner the better. I am not well." She put her hand to her side. "I had that pain again that I used to have."
Lord Watergate, who stood a little apart, watching her, came forward and gave her his arm, and they all three went from the room.
In the cab Phyllis recovered something of her wonted vivacity52.
"Isn't it a nuisance," she said, "Mr. Darrell is going away for a long time, and doesn't know when he will be able to finish my portrait."
Gertrude started.
"Well, I suppose you always knew that he was an erratic53 person."
"You speak as if you were pleased, Gerty. I am very disappointed."
"Put not your trust in princes, Phyllis, nor in fashionable artists, who are rather more important than princes, in these days," answered Gertrude, secretly hoping that their relations with Darrell would never be renewed. "He has tired of his whim," she thought, indignant, yet relieved.
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Mrs. Maryon opened the door to them herself.
Phyllis shuddered54 as they went upstairs. "That bird of ill-omen!" she cried, beneath her breath.
"Poor Mrs. Maryon. How can you be so silly?" said Gertrude, who herself had noted55 the long and earnest glance which the woman had cast on her sister.
In the sitting-room56 they found Lucy sewing peacefully by the lamplight.
"You hardly went to bed at all last night; you shouldn't be sitting up," said Gertrude, throwing off her cloak; while Phyllis carefully detached the knot of tuberose from her bodice, as she delivered herself for the second time of her grievance57.
Afterwards, going up to the mantelpiece, she placed the flowers in a slender Venetian vase, its crystal flecked with flakes58 of gold, which Darrell had given her; took the vase in her hand, and swept upstairs without a word.
"I do not know what to think about Phyllis," said Gertrude.
"You are afraid that she is too much interested in Mr. Darrell?"
"Yes."
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"She does not care two straws for him," said Lucy, with the conviction of one who knows; "her vanity is hurt, but I am not sure that that will be bad for her."
"He is the sort of person to attract——" began Gertrude; but Lucy struck in—
"Why, Gerty, what are you thinking of? he must be forty at least; and Phyllis is a child."
Something in her tones recalled to Gertrude that clarion-blast of triumph, in the wonderful lyric—
"Oh, my love, my love is young!"
"At any rate," she said, as they prepared to retire, "I am thankful that the sittings are at an end. Phyllis was getting her head turned. She is looking shockingly unwell, moreover, and I shall persuade her to accept the Devonshires' invitation for next month."
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