She never let him alone for a minute. He tried, to do him justice he tried—Straker saw him trying—to escape. But, owing to Miss Tarrant's multiplicity and omnipresence, he hadn't a chance. You saw him fascinated, stupefied by the confusion and the mystery of it. She carried him off under Mrs. Viveash's unhappy nose. Wherever she went she called him, and he followed, flushed and shamefaced. He showed himself now pitifully abject6, and now in pitiful revolt. Once or twice he was positively7 rude to her, and Miss Tarrant seemed to enjoy that more than anything.
Straker had never seen Philippa so uplifted. She went like the creature of an inspiring passion, a passion moment by moment fulfilled and unappeased, renascent8, reminiscent, and in all its moments gloriously aware of itself.
The pageant9 of Furnival's subjugation10 lasted through the whole of Friday evening. All Saturday she ignored him and her work on him. You would have said it had been undertaken on Mrs. Viveash's account, not his, just to keep Mrs. Viveash in her place and show her what she, Philippa, could do. All Sunday, by way of revenge, Furnival ignored Miss Tarrant, and consoled himself flagrantly with Mrs. Viveash.
It was on the afternoon of Sunday that Mr. Higginson was seen sitting out on the terrace with Miss Tarrant. Reggy Lawson had joined them, having extricated11 [Pg 107] himself with some dexterity12 from the toils13 of the various ladies who desired to talk to him. His attitude suggested that he was taking his dubious14 chance against Mr. Higginson. It was odd that it should be dubious, Reggy's chance; he himself was so assured, so engaging in his youth and physical perfection. Straker would have backed him against any man he knew.
Fanny Brocklebank had sent Straker out into the rose garden with Mary Probyn. He left Miss Tarrant on the terrace alone with Mr. Higginson and Reggy. He left her talking to Mr. Higginson, listening to Mr. Higginson, behaving beautifully to Mr. Higginson, and ignoring Reggy. Straker, with Mary Probyn, walked round and round the rose garden, which was below Miss Tarrant's end of the terrace, and while he talked to Mary Probyn he counted the rounds. There were twenty to the mile. Every time he turned he had Miss Tarrant full in view, which distracted him from Mary Probyn. Mary didn't seem to mind. She was a nice woman; plain (in a nice, refined sort of way), and she knew it, and was nice to you whether you talked to her or not. He did not find it difficult to talk to Mary: she was interested in Miss Tarrant; she admired her, but not uncritically.
"She is the least bit too deliberate," was her comment. "She calculates her effects."
"She does," said Straker, "so that she never misses one of them. She's a consummate15 artist."
He had always thought her that. (Ninth round.) But as her friend he could have wished her a freer and sincerer inspiration. After all, there was something that she missed.
(Tenth round.) Miss Tarrant was still behaving beautifully to Mr. Higginson. Mary Probyn marveled [Pg 108] to see them getting on so well together. (Fifteenth round.)
Reggy had left them; they were not getting on together quite so well.
(Twentieth round.) They had risen; they were coming down the steps into the garden; Straker heard Miss Tarrant ordering Mr. Higginson to go and talk to Miss Probyn. He did so with an alacrity16 which betrayed a certain fear of the lady he admired.
Miss Tarrant, alone with Straker, turned on him the face which had scared Mr. Higginson. She led him in silence and at a rapid pace down through the rose garden and out upon the lawn beyond. There she stood still and drew a deep breath.
"You had no business," she said, "to go away like that and leave me with him."
"Why not? Last year, if I remember——"
He paused. He remembered perfectly17 that last year she had contrived18 pretty often to be left with him. Last year Mr. Higginson, as the Liberal candidate for East Mickleham, seemed about to achieve a distinction, which, owing to his defeat by an overwhelming majority, he had unfortunately not achieved. He had not been prudent19. He had stood, not only for East Mickleham, but for a principle. It was an unpopular principle, and he knew it, and he had stuck to it all the same, with obstinacy20 and absurdity21, in the teeth, the furiously gnashing teeth, of his constituency. You couldn't detach Mr. Higginson from his principle, and as long as he stuck to it a parliamentary career was closed to him. It was sad, for he had a passion for politics; he had chosen politics as the one field for the one ponderous22 talent he possessed23. The glory of it had hung ponderously24 about Mr. Higginson last year; but this year, cut off from politics, it was pitiable, the [Pg 109] nonentity25 he had become. Straker could read that in his lady's alienated26 eyes.
"Last year," he continued, "you seemed to find him interesting."
"You think things must be what they seem?"
Her tone accused him of insufficient27 metaphysical acumen28.
"There is no necessity. Still, as I said, last year——"
"Could Mr. Higginson, in any year, be interesting?"
"Did you hope," Straker retorted, "to make him so by cultivating him?"
"It's impossible to say what Mr. Higginson might become under—centuries of cultivation29. It would take centuries."
That was all very well, he said to himself. If he didn't say that Miss Tarrant had pursued Mr. Higginson, he distinctly recalled the grace with which she had allowed herself to be pursued. She had cultivated him. And, having done it, having so flagrantly and palpably and under Straker's own eyes gone in for him, how on earth did she propose to get out of it now? There was, Straker said to himself again, no getting out of it. As for centuries——
"Let us go back," he persisted, "to last year."
"Last year he had his uses. He was a good watch-dog."
"A what?"
"A watch-dog. He kept other people off."
For a moment he was disarmed30 by the sheer impudence31 of it. He smiled a reminiscent smile.
"I should have thought his function was rather, wasn't it, to draw them on?"
Her triumphing eyes showed him that he had given himself into her hands. He should have been content with his reminiscent smile. Wasn't he, her eyes inquired, [Pg 110] for a distinguished32 barrister, just a little bit too crude?
"You thought," she said, "he was a decoy-duck? Why, wouldn't you have flown from your most adored if you'd seen her—with Mr. Higginson?"
Thus deftly33 she wove her web and wound him into it. That was her way. She would take your own words out of your mouth and work them into the brilliant fabric34, tangling35 you in your talk. And not only did she tangle36 you in your talk, she confused you in your mental processes.
"You didn't seriously suppose," she said, "that I could have had any permanent use for him?"
Straker's smile paid tribute to her crowning cleverness. He didn't know how much permanence she attached to matrimony, or to Mr. Higginson, but he knew that she had considered him in that preposterous37 relation. She faced him and his awful knowledge and floored him with just that—the thing's inherent, palpable absurdity. And if that wasn't clever of her!——
"Of course not." He was eager in his assent38; it was wrung39 from him. He added with apparent irrelevance40, "After all, he's honest."
"You must be something."
She turned to him, radiant and terrible, rejoicing in her murderous phrase. It intimated that only by his honesty did Mr. Higginson maintain his foothold on existence.
"I think," said Straker, "it's time to dress for dinner."
They turned and went slowly toward the house. On the terrace, watch in hand, Mr. Higginson stood alone and conspicuous41, shining in his single attribute of honesty.
That evening Furnival sought Straker out in a lonely [Pg 111] corner of the smoke-room. His face was flushed and defiant42. He put it to Straker point-blank.
"I say, what's she up to, that friend of yours, Miss T-Tarrant?"
He stammered43 over her name. Her name excited him.
Straker intimated that it was not given him to know what Miss Tarrant might or might not be up to.
Furnival shook his head. "I can't make her out. Upon my honor, I can't."
Straker wondered what Furny's honor had to do with it.
"Why is she hanging round like this?"
"Hanging round?"
"Yes. You know what I mean. Why doesn't somebody marry her?" He made a queer sound in his throat, a sound of unspeakable interrogation. "Why haven't you married her yourself?"
Straker was loyal. "You'd better ask her why she hasn't married me."
Furnival brooded. "I've a good mind to."
"I should if I were you," said Straker encouragingly.
Furnival sighed heavily. "Look here," he said, "what's the matter with her? Is she difficult, or what?"
"Frightfully difficult," said Straker, with conviction. His tone implied that Furnival would never understand her, that he hadn't the brain for it.
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