She ran to announce to her husband this gratifying intelligence that Helen Grote proposed herself. Sir Hermann had successfully concluded the financial operations which he had planned on the night of Aline’s great party, when he gnawed10 his nails, while the drowsy11 world still slept to the imminence12 of war, and had netted even more than the half-million he had anticipated. Now, in the economical bouleversement that had occurred, when good businesses were tottering13 and sound credits upset, he was content to look serenely15 on, and wonder, as so often before, how it was that so many people seemed to make a point of being just too late when they decided16 on action. So many of his acquaintances, heads of firms in the city, had, on that Saturday when he was so busy, taken the day off as usual, put on knickerbockers and played golf. Now it was his turn for the knickerbockers, while they slaved all day in their offices trying to avert17 shipwreck18, or if, as in so many cases, shipwreck had occurred, to pick up such bits of their cargoes19 as the storm washed ashore20. Meantime the options in colliery shares and shipping21 which he had bought in England were maturing very satisfactorily, and he was quite happy to wait and observe this mellowing22 process with the same sense of well-earned leisure with which he had been strolling round the kitchen garden that morning, and observing the pears ripening25 on the red-brick walls. Some were ripe already, and he was eating one that he had picked when Aline came in.
“My dear, Helen Grote has proposed to come and stay with us,” she cried. “Is not that delightful26 of her?”
He did not care two straws whether Lady Grote{227} came or not, for when he was not at work he knew of no better mode of life than to be with Aline and the children. But the news evidently pleased Aline: she had not looked so radiant since the day when he had playfully come into her bedroom with all the sables27 on, and asked her if she liked his new suit. What a good joke that had been!
“I am very well satisfied to have my Aline and my imps,” said he, “but I am pleased that your friend will come.”
“Of course you are, darling,” said she. “It is just what I want. I will take care to send a little paragraph to the Morning Post. And I was writing only this morning to Mr. Boyton: I think I will telegraph instead, and ask him to come for the Sunday anyhow. I hope he will stop longer, and then you must take him out shooting. There is shooting in September, isn’t there?”
“And do you forget the fat partridges your Jaeger shot for you yesterday?” he asked.
As a matter of fact the keeper had shot them, but Sir Hermann had been out shooting, though without the success he so easily attained28 into other lines. He was dressed now in homespun and knickerbockers and stockings with a sort of frill round the tops which reminded the observer of the decoration of crackers29.
“Are you going to shoot to-day?” she asked.
“No; cannot you see that I have my golfing clothes on? I have gaiters on when I shoot, and thick boots. I am going to see the bailiff now and after lunch I shall play golf. Upon my word, this English country life with plenty of exercise and good fruit like this from my own garden is just as beneficial to me as Marienbad. There is no longer a trace of acidity30 in all me! I am your sweet Hermann.{228}”
Mr. Boyton, whether or no owing to the information that Lady Grote would be a fellow-guest, was delighted to reply favourably31 on the prepaid form his hostess provided him with, and the two arrived that evening, in an express that Sir Hermann had stopped for them at Ashmore Fen32 station. This was a privilege appertaining to the owner of Ashmore House, and it gave him considerable pleasure to exercise it, for it conveyed a sense of territorial33 rights. Aline went to the station to meet them (in the negligent34 country costume of a cotton dress and a tam-o’-shanter in which she occasionally hit the turf with a golf club), with the sables lying handy to put on in case she was chilly35. True to her English policy, she was very voluble about the war, and her sympathies with regard to it.
“Dearest Helen,” she said, “it was too sweet of you to propose yourself; how-d’ye-do, Mr. Boyton, very pleased you were able to come. Have you brought a gun with you? No? Hermann will lend you one. And have you brought us the evening papers, Helen? We are so terribly out of the world here, just when one wants every moment to hear the latest possible news. I wish you had been able to bring Robin36 with you, but of course he is with his regiment37 now. How proud you must be of him. Sure you’ve got all your luggage out? because it will be whirled away to Lincoln if you haven’t, for the train doesn’t stop here unless Hermann sends an order. Oh, I must speak to the station master a moment. He had news yesterday that his son was killed, and I must tell him how sorry I am. Poor fellow, he was only eighteen! Is it not heart-breaking, though of course it’s wonderful to be young and fighting for your country.”
She bound up the broken-hearted with a few bright words, promised to send a brace38 of partridges to his{229} wife, thought how wonderful she was, and rejoined the others.
“Prepare yourself for a humdrum39 life, Helen,” she said—“oh, yes, just give me my fur coat, Mr. Boyton, for I have only got a cotton frock on; yes, nice aren’t they? Hermann gave me them the other day—for there’s no one here but Hermann and the children, and yet somehow I’m as busy as ever I was in town. One has to read every word of the papers now-a-days, and the news is a little more encouraging, isn’t it? You never saw anyone so depressed40 as Hermann and I were during the retreat: how thankful you must have been that Robin was not in that. Yes, now we’re in the avenue: there’s the house at the end. I declare I feel as if I had been born here, there’s such a sense of home about it. I long for the war to be over: do you think we shall all be happy again by Christmas? It was touch and go, was it not, whether Paris fell?”
This was not precisely the kind of diversion for which Helen Grote had sought refuge in the country, and she tried to stem this flow of patriotism41.
“My dear, what wonderful sables!” she said. “You do have the most beautiful things. They’re Russian, I suppose.”
“Yes, and is it not wonderful the way the Russians are getting on? They’re pouring into Galicia, aren’t they? I see the papers call them the steam-roller pounding along to Berlin. Fancy seeing the Russian troops marching down the Unter den24 Linden. And what is your war-work being, Mr. Boyton?”
Mr. Boyton was, for the time being, much in the same state as Lady Grote, desiring merely, with such powers of purpose as were left in a stunned42 mind, to escape, as far as possible, from all thoughts and mention of the war. All his autumn plans had been upset:{230} his carefully arranged September and October with their succession of country-house parties had collapsed43 like a card-house, and instead he was obliged to spend those months at home in Hampstead.
London, it is true, was very full, but all his friends were busy, like Lady Massingberd, over funds and associations and societies for purposes of providing luxuries or necessities for soldiers and sailors, and were not thinking of him at all, or giving him those little luncheon-parties and dinner-parties which were the light and decoration of his life. His engagement-book, and therefore his existence, was empty, and this eternal monotony of war-talk was bringing him sensibly nearer melancholia. He had accepted this invitation to Lady Gurtner’s with enthusiasm, thinking that this house, with its conflicting interests of blood, would at least be an oasis44 in the sea of windy patriots45, and here was his hostess quite unable to get off the subject of the war, and expecting him to go out shooting with her husband. He hated and distrusted fire-arms, never knowing what they would do next; but Lady Gurtner, more English than the English, was expecting every man to be employed in war-work, and if he was too old to shoot Germans at the front, to occupy his leisure in shooting birds in the turnips46. He answered her as with a playful touch of a cat’s velvet47 paw, in which the claws are conjectured49 though not quite visible.
“Dear lady,” he said, “my war-work at the moment is to keep an English citizen sane50, that citizen being myself. I thought it would be the best possible treatment for me to come down to your delicious and sequestered51 glades52. May we forget for a little that there is anything in the world beyond this adorable domain53 of yours? I even shrink from the thought of shooting:{231} there is a hint of destruction and death connected with it. I should be exceedingly unlikely to destroy anything except perhaps a beater or two, but when, as I gather, we need men so badly, I should be sorry to do even that. Peace and plenty! Let us take that for our text.”
Oddly enough, the moment that he uttered sentiments which were so completely in accord with Helen Grote’s purpose in coming here, she felt herself disowning them as regards her own part, and disdaining54 them as regards his. It was really awful that a man should speak like that. Imagine Robin or her husband, who worked all day in the censor’s office, uttering these bloodless, boudoir sentiments! On the other hand, Aline’s war-talk was not a whit55 preferable, and it had been Aline’s war-talk that had provoked this polished little tirade56. But whatever its demerits, it had the one merit of sincerity57, whereas she had experienced a slight difficulty in accepting the complete genuineness of Aline’s rapture58 at the thought of the Russians marching down the avenues of Berlin. But there was no need for the moment of steering59 a fresh course, for they drew up at the great red-brick portico60 of the house. A big climbing-rose sprawled61 over it: bees hummed in the flower-beds, it basked62 in the serene14 afternoon sun.
The place, when the mortgage was foreclosed by Sir Hermann, had belonged to some cousins of Helen’s: there were early memories connected with its shabby distinction: the fragrance63 of long-forgotten things was wafted64 out of its cool portals.
“Ah, how delicious,” she said. “I quite share your feeling of being at home here, Aline. And here is Sir Hermann.”
He came out of the hall to meet them, dressed in his{232} golfing clothes which Aline had so mistakenly supposed to be a shooting-suit. He carried a golf club over his shoulder in the manner of a gun, and his homespun pockets bulged65 with balls. He looked like a biting caricature of an English squire66 as seen on the stage of a Parisian music-hall. From the hall inside came the cries and laughter of the children, who were seated on a rug which Freddy pulled across the slippery marble floor. Bertie, who when excited always talked German, was starting him with an “Ein, zwei, drei”....
“Come and say how-do-you-do at once to Lady Grote,” called their mother, and the three jolly little boys ran out into the porch.
“Ah, my chicks,” said Lady Gurtner, “have you been having a nice game? And did I hear you talking German? For shame! Yes, the right hand, Jackie, and shake hands with Mr. Boyton, too. Let us go straight out through the house, Helen, and have tea in the garden, where it will be ready.”
“And you have brought fresh news and good, I hope, Lady Grote?” asked Sir Hermann, who was ignorant of Mr. Boyton’s pursuit of sanity67. “What was the report from France this morning?”
Aline took his arm in hers.
“Now, Hermann,” she said, “we’ve settled to leave the war alone and pretend there’s nothing going on. Won’t that be nice? Look, Helen, I told you we had made an Italian hall. Does it not look deliciously cool on this hot day?”
“Cool, yes: cooling room,” said Boyton below his breath. The powerful resemblance to a Turkish bath could scarcely be missed.
Helen looked round, was stunned, and recovered.
“How perfectly gorgeous, dear Aline,” she said.{233} “Perfectly gorgeous! I never saw anything so magnificent.”
This was quite true, it also convinced, and as it was no good getting anyone to sit down on the cunning hot-water pipes, since the central heating was not on, they went on past the cunning lift and through the most velvety68 drawing-room on to the lawn, where in a tent that flew a flag emblazoned with the Gurtner arms lately discovered by the Heralds’ College, tea was waiting.
There was a good deal of admiration69 that must be expended70 over the tidiness with which Freddy ate his bread and jam, and the neatness with which Bertie tucked his napkin in, and the propriety71 with which Jackie said his grace, but anyhow these were subjects right away from the war-zone. Gradually, thanks to the unconscious youth of the children, and the mellow23 stability of the house, the three hundred years old lawn, the ordered and secure serenity72 of trees and stretch of sun-hazed pastures, something of the peaceful outlook made feint of returning, and Mr. Boyton felt that the treatment suited the British citizen of whom he was in charge....
“And you will shoot with me to-morrow?” asked Sir Hermann suddenly, not knowing that sport as well as war was abhorrent73 to his guest’s mind. “I can show you some good sport among my turnips.”
For a moment Aline forgot her Englishness and spoke74 in German.
“Dearest, Mr. Boyton does not care for sport,” she said. “We will eat your partridges when you have killed them.”
For no very sound reason the “language of song” came as a slight shock to Helen Grote. She was perfectly well aware that the Gurtners spoke German to{234} each other as often as English, but she did not expect to hear it just now. It rather altered the values of the setting. She covered it up, not too hurriedly, but did not fail to see the frown of admonition which Sir Hermann gave his wife.
“Yes, Mr. Boyton is one of those who does not want to kill something just because it is a fine day,” she said.
That would not do: there was the mention of killing75 again.
“And how are your partridges doing, Sir Hermann?” she added.
The two men presently strolled away, for though Mr. Boyton would not shoot, Sir Hermann was quite determined76 that he should appreciate the pursuits of an English country gentleman like himself to the extent at any rate of looking at his Jersey77 cows and poking78 a pig in the back, and when he was gone, Aline supposed that the embargo79 on war-talk was removed and began again.
“It seems so odd to me,” she said, “that any Englishman can bear to be doing nothing at a time like this. I am delighted that Mr. Boyton could come, of course, but I fully9 expected to find that he was immersed in work of some sort. Hermann has been splendid. He gave fifty thousand pounds only yesterday to the Red Cross, and his subscriptions80 to the county funds—well, there is simply no counting them. I tell him he will reduce us all to beggary, but he says, ‘Well, so much the better. Who wants to be rich, when there is so great a need for money?’ And he’s going to change our name to Gardner, which is so English, is it not, and so much better represents all we feel!”
Somehow to Helen Grote these very proper sentiments{235} were worse than the war-talk she had come here to avoid. It was not exactly that she doubted the sincerity of Aline’s protestations, though she certainly protested rather too much; indeed she more felt the callousness81 of Aline, so largely German both by birth and association, being able to cut clean away from German sympathies. She could have understood her being torn in two by conflicting strains, she could have felt for her in a situation which surely must have been almost intolerable, but what she could not comprehend was the apparent absence of any such situation at all. She ought to have been miserable82: instead she was a happy savage83 John Bull.
Aline’s big blue eyes filled with the tears that lay less deep even than her words.
“And to think how happy and secure we all felt such a few weeks ago,” she said. “Do you remember that little party I gave with the German and French Ambassadors and Princess Eleanor, when Saalfeld conducted and Kuhlmann sang? How little any of us dreamed of the trouble that was coming.”
At that moment there suddenly leaped into Helen Grote’s mind, with a sense of significance, the sentence in Kuhlmann’s letter, “I need but say that I trust the hospitable84 Sir Gurtner’s judgment85 more than that of the German Ambassador.” It had never before occurred to her to correlate it, to feel any curiosity as to its place. But when Aline, referring to the night of the party so few hours before Kuhlmann’s departure, said that no one had dreamed of coming trouble she wondered to what this referred. Kuhlmann had certainly learned Sir Hermann’s view of the situation before he wrote that letter.
“But your husband guessed what was coming, didn’t he?” she asked. “He took a different view from{236} that abominable86 old Ambassador, who thought we were going to let treaties be torn up, just as Germany chose, without stirring a finger?”
Aline remembered the interview she had had with her husband late that night, and his general injunction as to secrecy87. By his private information with the aid of his own foresight88 he had sown a golden harvest while the world still slept, but surely it was impossible that this was matter of common knowledge. She saw she must be careful, a precaution that usually ends in being too careful.
“Ah, no, it came like a thunderclap to Hermann,” she said. “He was simply knocked down by it.”
Helen had not the slightest reason to make a mystery of her information.
“Yes, dear Aline,” she said. “All I meant was, when did the thunderclap come? Your party—how well I remember it—was on a Thursday, and Kuhlmann left for Germany on the Saturday, while we were still all drowsy and comfortable. But he left me a little note of adieu, and said in it that he had gone because he trusted Sir Hermann’s judgment more than the Ambassador’s.”
Aline in her desire to be careful was full of protestations.
“I had no idea of it at all,” she said volubly. “Hermann hadn’t given me the slightest clue that he was uneasy till we all knew that war was inevitable89. How proud I was of being English when that splendid ultimatum90 went out that England would not tolerate the breaking of the treaty. But are you sure he said anything to Kuhlmann? I expect somebody else spoke to him: probably he got it mixed up and meant to say that he trusted the German Ambassador’s judgment more than Hermann’s.{237}”
Instantly she saw that would not do, since now everyone was aware that the Ambassador had clung to the belief that England would not intervene, and from carefulness made things a shade worse.
“I remember he talked to us that night,” she said, “and was terribly pessimistic about the whole situation.”
Helen could not help remembering that only just now Aline had said that on that night nobody dreamed of trouble. There was clearly some little confusion somewhere, though not probably Kuhlmann’s, and she had not the smallest desire to investigate it. People get muddled91 over dates—she always did herself—and she attempted to slide off the topic. Little as she wanted to talk about the war at all, she thought she would make some violently anti-German remark, such as Aline would appreciate, in order to put the muddle92 away.
“It’s odd how little Germans can appreciate the psychology94 of honourable95 and civilized96 people,” she said. “The Ambassador, for instance, as I said, thought we were going to see a treaty torn up and not stir a finger.”
Now Aline was quite capable in the pursuit of her Englishness of making that identical remark herself, but when she heard it made by an Englishwoman she revolted against it.
“But it was life and death to Germany,” she said. “She had to invade Belgium! Her promise couldn’t be held to bind97 her. And they say that France really invaded Belgium first.”
The two were now thoroughly98 at cross-purposes. Helen Grote, in her private reflections that morning, had been equally loose in her conception of a promise, seeing therein only a temporary obligation to suit certain circumstances. But now when she heard{238} that doctrine99 stated she saw its abominable falsity. Even though the outcome of that for her intimately was that Robin must soon go out to uphold the sacredness of a promise, she repudiated100 with scorning her own conclusion of the morning. She got up.
“My dear Aline,” she said, “that is the sort of thing one is tempted93 to think, and is ashamed of having thought. Why the whole English case, which you and I feel in our bones, is based on the negative of that. As for people saying that France invaded Belgium first, that is what Berlin says to Potsdam, and Potsdam to Berlin. And how unspeakable those accounts of German atrocities101 in Belgium are. But don’t let us talk about it: I so longed in London to get away from it all. May we have a stroll round your delicious garden? How well I remember it.”
In spite of Helen Grote’s expressed desire to get away from the thought of the war, Aline could not let that remark about German atrocities pass unchallenged. Once again, as on the Sunday at Cambridge with Robin, she spoke before she knew she had spoken.
“Oh, those infamous102 lies,” she said. “The Germans are incapable103 of such brutality104. It is wicked of the English papers to publish such things.”
“Anyhow, do not let us think about them,” said Helen. “Surely we can forget it all for a little in this home of peace. The rose-garden: do let me see your new rose-garden.”
The rose-garden served its purpose for a while, but as they came back, in the gathering105 dusk across the lawn, once again the topic intruded106 itself.
“I must go up and see the children,” said Aline, “before they go to bed. Every night they all sing a verse of ‘God save the King.’ Isn’t that darling of them?{239}”
She omitted to state that this was a very recent practice, and perhaps she had better not have alluded107 to it at all, for the nursery windows were thrown wide open just above them, and, on the moment, the first few bars of the “Watch by the Rhine” came floating out in shrill108 childish trebles. It stopped quite suddenly and howls succeeded.
“I must run in,” said Aline. “Yes, darlings, Mummie is coming to you now,” she called out.
She hurried off; presently the howlings ceased, and the more orthodox strains were uplifted. It was ludicrous enough, but Helen felt it was just a shade uncomfortable also. She would have liked a clearer view of what was going on in poor Aline’s breast. She could have understood so well the frank admission of torn and shredded109 sympathies: what was harder to comprehend was this intense desire to appear wholly English. And Aline’s subsequent appearance and explanation did not really elucidate110 matters. As usual, when everything was not going precisely as she wished it, her eyes were bright and brimming.
“I must really get rid of the children’s nurse,” she said. “She scolded them for singing the ‘Watch by the Rhine,’ and called them horrid111 little Huns. You cannot expect children to know all that is going on.”
But again Helen found herself in some little perplexity of mind. Was Aline’s indignation with her children’s nurse entirely due to the fact of her having called them Huns? Or did the fact that she had, by implication, called the Germans “horrid Huns” have anything to do with it? She began to feel rather more interested in the analysis of Aline’s state of mind.
Though the party at dinner only consisted of the four of them, with the addition of the clergyman of the parish{240} and his wife, who walked across the Park from the Rectory (Mrs. Tempest carrying her evening shoes in a whitey-brown paper parcel), there was a very elaborate menu, and both Sir Hermann and Aline continually showed their appreciation112 of the duties of territorial magnates.
Before the arrival of the guests Aline had explained to Lady Grote that the invitation had been sent and accepted before her telegram had arrived, and had further told her that Mrs. Tempest was a very well-connected woman, much as if Lady Grote was likely to consider it as a very extraordinary thing that she should be expected to sit next a mere7 parson. He was asked to shoot with Sir Hermann next day in place of Mr. Boyton, and Aline exhibited a great interest in the church decorations for the approaching harvest festival, promising113 fruit and flowers and, if she could find time, her own personal embellishment of the altar. She also repeatedly pressed on them both second helpings114 of the dishes, urging them to make a good dinner, and implying, as was perfectly true, that they did not usually find themselves in a position to eat so largely of rich and expensive food. Kind no doubt these intentions were, but there was mixed up in them a self-conscious knowledge of the kindness, and a condescension115 in bestowing116 it at all. Sir Hermann’s attitude was not less perfectly appropriate than hers, and after dinner, when his guest had been practically obliged to drink at least two more glasses of port than he wished, he insisted on his taking home with him another cigar, which he would be glad of to-morrow. The price of it was also mentioned.
A bridge-table was laid out in the drawing-room with two new packs of cards and sharpened pencils, and on the entry of the men Aline got up.{241}
“Mrs. Tempest has been telling me,” she said, “that she much prefers to look on at Bridge than to play it, and that Mr. Tempest never plays for money. So shall the other four of us have a rubber? You sit and watch Lady Grote’s play, Mrs. Tempest, and you will, I am sure, learn something. And there’s a very comfortable chair for Mr. Tempest, and I daresay he hasn’t seen the evening paper yet. Shall we cut, Helen?”
Helen would have been as incapable of sitting down to play Bridge in her own house, while leaving two guests, the one to look at the evening paper, the other to observe her own play, as of suggesting that she herself should go to bed and leave the others to amuse themselves. She made a disclaimer as regards playing Bridge at all. But instantly her hostess’s face clouded.
“Oh, but Mr. Boyton likes his Bridge so much,” she said, “and so does Hermann. Hermann said this afternoon that we should be able to have a rubber after dinner, didn’t you, Hermann? And Mrs. Tempest will enjoy seeing you play so much.”
There was no possibility of making further indications, so thought Helen Grote, for if Aline had no inkling of the ill-breeding of such a scheme it was no use making hints. Besides, primarily she was here as a guest, and it was no part of a guest’s duties to teach her hostess manners. So with more directions from Aline to Mr. Tempest as to where he would find the Sketch117 and the Graphic118 when he had finished the evening paper the rubber began. But Mrs. Tempest was not long allowed the pleasure and instruction of watching Helen play, for almost at once Aline summoned her to another chair where she could watch the brilliant man?uvres of herself. Then Mr. Tempest was called from his perusal119 of the evening paper.{242}
“Sit here by me, Mr. Tempest,” she said, “and see how I play this hand. Mr. Boyton has gone two no-trumps, you see, and I have doubled. That is where I shall defeat him. Look, too, Mrs. Tempest: was I not right to double? Now watch!”
Aline was now quite happy. There were two people completely engaged in looking at her skill, and naturally admiring it, while her opponents were sitting paralysed under her long suit. She fined them, she made them bow down to her cleverness, and while she was yet in the heyday120 of her triumph, her husband, who with Mr. Boyton was playing against her, suddenly spoke in German.
“Then you have revoked121, my dearest,” he said, as she was gathering up a trick.
“No, I haven’t,” said she; “and besides, Hermann, you had no right to say that, for you are dummy123.”
She, too, had replied in German: he recovered the sense of locality first.
“Ah, that is so,” he said. “I am sorry, Mr. Boyton. But she did revoke122.”
Her voice grew shrill and querulous.
“You have no right to say that,” she said. “I have followed in every trick. Have I not, Helen?”
Helen laughed.
“No, my dear, of course you have revoked,” she said. “Are we not lucky to have escaped the penalty by dummy pointing it out? That sort of luck never happens to me.”
“Everyone is against me,” said Aline.
“Ach, do not be a child, Aline,” said her husband. “Go on: we are all waiting for another revoke, which I shall leave to Mr. Boyton to discover.”
At once all Aline’s pleasure was spoiled. She knew perfectly well that she had revoked, and all the delight{243} of having two people to look at her beautiful play, and two opponents to writhe124 under it, was instantly gone. She gathered up the cards at the end of the deal, and looked at her next hand, which she dealed herself in dead silence. She felt that she, at any rate, knew how to behave like a lady. Luckily Helen, on this occasion, knew how to behave like a lady too, and put down a magnificent hand in response to her own unchallenged spade.
About half way through Mrs. Tempest got up.
“I think my husband and I ought to be going,” she said.
Aline turned a convalescent face to her, and held out her left hand, without getting up.
“Good-night, then, Mrs. Tempest,” she said. “So pleased you were able to come. Good-night, Mr. Tempest. You are shooting with my husband to-morrow, aren’t you? Let us see, where were we? Good-night. Let me see the last trick, Hermann.”
“Nein: it is quitted.”
He pressed the electric button that was let into the edge of the table.
“Good-night,” he said. “It is your play, Aline. Auf Wiedersehen, Mr. Tempest. My servants will be in the hall.”
Helen and Mr. Boyton both rose to shake hands and the two guests left the room.
Aline gave a little sigh of relief.
“Such dear good people,” she said. “I felt sure you would not dislike meeting them, Helen, so I did not put them off. It will have been such a treat for them to come here and hear a talk of things outside their little Rectory. Let me see....”
Aline had announced that they kept country hours{244} here, and consequently when a rubber came to an end, about half-past twelve she swept the cards together and gave a great country yawn. She accompanied Helen up to her room, alluded to the Napoleon bed on the foot board of which was a cluster of golden bees, reminded her that in her bath-room next door was hot water perpetually on tap, as the hot-water furnace burned day and night, like the fire of the Vestal Virgins125, and told her that there was always a manicurist in the house, in case she wanted his services, and a telephone to her maid’s room. That was a device of Hermann’s; he had gone into it himself, most carefully, and had arranged that each bed-room communicated by telephone with the corresponding number in the servants’ rooms, so that No. 3 in the guests’ part of the house rang up No. 3 in that part of the servants’ quarters which was reserved for the valets and maids of visitors. Mr. Boyton, so she had ascertained126 from her own maid, had not brought a man with him—was not that odd, but she supposed that Mr. Boyton only had parlour-maids—so the first footman had been sent to sleep in No. 5 (servants’ quarters) in case Mr. Boyton wanted anything. If your friends were kind enough to come and stay with you in the country, the least you could do was to make them comfortable. “So, good-night.... It was sweet of you to come.”
Helen began to wonder, when she was left alone, just how comfortable she had been all evening. She knew now that she could have a hot bath or a manicurist or her maid at a moment’s notice, but she had somehow taken all that sort of thing for granted. If you wanted anything of the sort, you had it; it happened. But she found that she had not taken for granted a quantity of things that had actually occurred. It had not seemed to her really possible that you could be rude to your{245} guests, or that you should take Bridge as anything else but a game, or that your children should sing the Watch by the Rhine as they were going to bed. These were all rather remarkable127 proceedings128....
She did not trouble herself to disentangle them, when, after ringing for No. 3 servants’ quarters, her maid came in to brush her hair. But she had a general impression left on her mind that there was a great difference between friends and those who really were no more than acquaintances. Acquaintances gave you surprises—there was the root of it—friends never did. These surprises might in their very nature be pleasant or unpleasant; if they were pleasant, it was likely that the acquaintances, should they be equally satisfied with you, were on the high road towards friendship. But if these surprises were unpleasant....
She declined to pursue the subject, and spoke to her maid, who was being rather severe in her handling. Simpson had been her nursery-maid when she was a child, and now, austere129 and grey-haired, was as devoted130 to her still. At home there was another French young thing to supplement Simpson, but when Helen went on a quiet visit like this, it was always Simpson who attended her.
“What’s the matter, Sim?” she asked. “Why are you being so cross with my hair?”
“I beg your pardon, my lady,” said Simpson darkly.
“Well, then, I don’t give it you. What’s the matter? Don’t you like coming back to Ashmore again? Or have I kept you up too late?”
Simpson’s severe touch melted into its usual softness.
“Eh, now, Miss Helen,” she said, “don’t talk such{246} nonsense, my dear. As if I wasn’t pleased to sit up all night for you. But things have changed since you were here as a young lady: that’s what it is.”
“I suppose you haven’t got any nice young man to flirt131 with, Sim. There’s the butler: what’s the matter with him?”
“You and your jokes,” said Simpson, beaming.
“Well, there are worse things than jokes,” said she.
Simpson went on brushing in silence a little.
“I can’t think why you come to a house of Huns, Miss Helen,” she said at length. “That’s what they say about them down stairs. There’s the butler whom you joked about just now. And there’s the children’s nurse who’s been dismissed this very evening——”
Helen interrupted and got up.
“Stuff and nonsense, you old darling,” she said. “There, give me a kiss, and don’t listen to such rubbish.”
“Rubbish?” began Simpson.
“Yes, rubbish. A pack of rubbish like when you and I used to play ‘Beggar my Neighbour’ in the nursery. And will you call me at half-past eight? Sleep well.”
Helen did not follow her own advice to Simpson, and for a long time that night she did not sleep at all. On getting into the Napoleon bed, she reminded herself by way of suggestion towards sleep, that she was now far away from London, away out in the peaceful, somnolent132 fen-country, and that for miles upon miles round her stretched quiet pastures dotted over with farm-houses to which the news of the war had scarcely more significance than the report of a storm at sea. Here and there, as in the case of the station-master at Ashmore, someone might have suffered an intimate bereavement133, but for the most part crops and cattle{247} remained paramount134 as the topics of life. She had left the uneasy city where at every turn she was confronted by something that reminded her of all that she wished to forget and drew an insincere sigh of relief to think how far she was away from it all.
To-morrow, after a long night, she would spend the day as she would have done in autumns of other years: perhaps Aline would drive her into Cambridge: she would visit curiosity shops, she would read, she would walk, she would sit and discuss the endless topics that sprang up so plentifully135 when you talked. Aline had hoped that she would stay here for at least a week: that she would certainly do, and after that, instead of going back to town, she would go down to Grote and spend October there.
It would be easy to collect Mr. Boyton and a few people of that sort who disliked the war as much as she did. She would make a Hermitage, a Boccaccio-refuge for those who had the sense to avoid the plague. The busier sort of folk should come down for week-ends, to refresh themselves with the sense that the old pleasures and interests of life still existed. They were still there unimpaired; it was only necessary to put yourself back in the old atmosphere, and shut the window against the poisonous gases that blew in from those infernal furnaces.... October mornings at Grote, with the hoar-frost on the lawns, and the mist which the sun would soon disperse136, lying thin over the beech-woods, so that their smouldering gold showed through it, mornings with the clean, odourless odour of the cold night still lingering.... The days would be beginning to close in: by tea-time the house would be curtained and lit, and the sparkle of wood-fire prosper137 on the open hearths138....
Yet, though she could enumerate139 the details, as she{248} might have enumerated140 the pieces of furniture in a room, she could not visualize141 them in her imagination, or from them construct a living and coherent whole. Still very wide awake and assuring herself how delicious it was to revel142 in this sense of remoteness and peace, she travelled back to the evening she had just spent.
It occurred to her with added force how little she knew of her hostess, and what she was like when she was not one of a crowd. Hitherto they had met but in the great world where everyone to some extent wears a mask. But, to-night, had Aline taken off her mask only to put on another, or was it the real Aline who was more English than the English, and delighted in harvest festivals, and was rude to her guests? Perhaps she would show more of herself in the days to come, and even be glad to know of the sympathy of a friend for one who at heart must be torn by the strife143 of two nations to both of which she belonged.... And thus she was back at the very subject which she had come here to escape.
Robin....
Probably Sir Hermann had received some hint that Helen had hoped for a ventilation of the war-impregnated atmosphere of London, for when she came down to breakfast next morning he let the daily paper, from which he had been reading aloud to Aline, slip on to the floor as he rose to greet her, and did not recover it. He was dressed, in view of to-day’s programme, in a brand new homespun suit of Norfolk jacket, with a leather pad on the shoulder and knickerbockers, and there was a marked air of high elation144 both about him and Aline. Giggles145 and slight connubialities took place between them as they assisted each other in{249} giving Helen some kedjeree; Aline put her face on to Hermann’s shoulder, and said how good the homespun smelt146, and he kissed her ear and said it smelt of him. This was slightly embarrassing for a third party, and Helen was glad at this moment to welcome the appearance of Mr. Boyton. But the astonishing high spirits of their hosts continued. Sir Hermann, usually rather silent, bubbled with small talk, and they be-dearested each other in every sentence. It could hardly be that the prospect147 of sport for the one and harvest decorations for the other could account for this sparkle, and, adopting a more probable conjecture48, Helen asked if there was good news in the paper.
“Very little from France,” said Sir Hermann, “and on the East front the Russians have suffered a severe defeat.”
Aline beamed over her bacon.
“Yes, poor things,” she said. “It does not look much like a victorious148 march down the Unter den Linden.”
“No: the steam-roller is skidding149 a little,” said Sir Hermann. “I hope you slept well, Mr. Boyton? You will not change your mind and pick some partridges for these ladies?”
Aline laughed.
“Listen at his ‘Pick some partridges!’” she said. “And I must go and shoot some flowers for the harvest festival. Will you be back to lunch, dearest? Do come home for lunch. I hate your being away all day.”
“That will not be possible,” said he. “We are going to motor out to the very edge of my property, and at half-two Mr. Tempest and I will be eating a sandwich six miles away.”
“Do not catch cold, dearest. Will you not keep{250} the motor, and then you and Mr. Tempest can lunch comfortably inside it?”
“No, it is not necessary. Yes: here is the paper, Mr. Boyton, though I am afraid you will find nothing very cheerful in it. There is the Times, too, and the Telegraph. I do not like the Russian news at all.”
“No, it is terrible: we will not think of it,” said Aline. “Dearest Helen, what shall we stay-at-homes do? I must just go down to the church and take some flowers, but after that I am quite at your disposal. Is it not a divine morning? Such a morning makes me feel twenty years old again. I have to remind myself that I am a staid old matron, with three great boys and a bear of a husband who will not take his lunch with me.”
The sun was warm along the south side of the house, and while Aline went to see her husband and Mr. Tempest start, the two others strolled out on the flagged walk. Mr. Boyton, as usual, was a little acid in the morning: what is called “a good night’s rest” always disturbed his temper.
“Our charming hosts seem in the most extravagant150 spirits to-day,” he said. “Personally, I have to break myself to myself every morning, and that depresses me. When on the top of that I come down and find little smiles and pinches and intimacies151 going on, and in the escape from them into the daily papers am confronted with this appalling152 disaster to our Allies, I merely descend153 into the pit from which I was digged. Then there was the renewal154 of the odious155 proposition that I should wade156 through turnips all day.”
Helen made a desperate attempt to be consistent with her object in coming into the country.
“Ah, don’t remind me of the paper and anything it may contain,” she said. “Let us spend one of those{251} idle days, when we were all so engrossingly157 busy from morning till night. All the resources of civilization are at our disposal; how shall we use them to the best advantage?”
“Let me fly to the lift, and spend the morning going up and down, listening to German chorales,” suggested he. “What I dread158 is the invasion of the children, and the long acts of homage159 and admiration that that will entail160. I think we should be safe in the lift.”
Once again she tried to imagine herself all October at Grote with Mr. Boyton, and one or two other unoccupied people in rotation161. Would it be as difficult to plan the occupation of those days as to plan the hours of this? She longed to take the paper from his hand, and just give one glance at it, to see how serious the Russian defeat was. But she put that away from her.
Mr. Boyton, like a lemon-squeezer, continued to drip with acid expressions.
“I envy the superb vitality162 of our hostess,” he said. “Yesterday evening I felt that she in her own delightful person embodied163 the whole spirit of the Entente164, and yet this morning, in spite of the bad news, she has attained to heights of elation rarely witnessed. What a superb thing it is to be able to dissociate yourself entirely from such disasters. Let us do the same, my dear lady, and sing chorales in the lift. Or shall we tranquillize ourselves in the cooling-room?”
Helen found herself suddenly disliking Mr. Boyton. He was offending against the obligations implied by the acceptance of hospitality in these reflections, and she could no more go on listening to them than she could last night have encouraged Simpson to develop her ideas about the house of Huns.
“Oh, it’s a waste of time to go indoors,” she said. “When I am in the country I like to be out. I wonder{252} if Aline would take me into Cambridge. Ah, there she is.”
Mr. Boyton had a sense of having been snubbed; he had made humorous though sub-acid remarks about sitting in the lift or the cooling-room which had been received without appreciation, and he had spoken in praise of his hostess’s vitality and power of self-detachment from disagreeable events. No one could have accused him of a double meaning, unless the second of the meanings was not floating about in his mind ready to crystallize. He felt, no doubt, that there was some such crystallization in Lady Grote’s mind: otherwise she would have endorsed165 his praise of Aline’s vitality. But if there was, why did she not respond, and let their private suspicions rub noses together? Instead, she failed to see humour in his fun, and professed166 by her silence a blank ignorance of crystals. A failure in these little social successes was always bitter to him, since they constituted the joy of life to him, and with the ill-breeding that always jumped out if he was scratched, he proceeded to be petulant167 and embarrassing.
“Dear lady,” he said to Aline, “your two guests were singing a hymn168 of praise in honour of your vitality and control. Never, we decided, were you inspired with a more charming animation169 than this morning, though you, like us, must have been so terribly depressed by the bad news. What is your secret for this magnificent power of isolation170? We come as despondent171 neophytes to you.”
It was craftily172 done: he had put Lady Grote in a difficult position, for she could scarcely dissociate herself from these compliments or from the innuendo173 that underlay174 them. That was his method of “punishing” those who appeared to snub him. He had not had occasion to punish Lady Grote before, and was rather{253} surprised at his own audacity175. He was punishing his hostess as well for being allied176 by birth to the nation which had spoiled his autumn plans, and for having high spirits in the morning.
His calculation miscarried. Helen Grote merely stepped forward between him and Aline, and took Aline’s arm.
“Take me up to the nursery to see the children, Aline,” she said. “I’ve fallen in love with Freddy. Let’s go at once, may we? And while you’re doing your flowers, I have some letters to write.”
Mr. Boyton remained planted on the flagged path....
The inauspicious days went by, days flooded with summer sun, refreshed by the calmest breath of autumn, cushioned by all that wealth could supply of material comfort, and curtained from the blasts of war by the miles of sleepy country. But never had Helen passed hours so uneasy, nor made a scheme of which the execution so frustrated177 the design.
Instead of finding peace in this withdrawn178 corner, she had been finding only an infinitely179 greater dreariness180 than even in the work-rooms of Gracie Massingberd; instead of capturing forgetfulness, she was seized with an unremitting restlessness that would not allow her placidly181 to enjoy. Whether she read or talked, it was as if some remote telephone kept sounding that she knew brought a summons to her. Twenty times a day she resolved to devote herself entirely to anything that amused or interested her; but no sooner had she tried to fix her mind on it, than the penetrating182 tinkle183 diverted her attention again. And would her projected retirement184 to Grote, she asked herself, be productive of any better results than this? Would Mr. Boyton and his perennial185 flow of slightly ill-natured comment be{254} any more amusing there than here? She began to wonder whether she would spend October at Grote after all. She could not see herself there, and yet in her present mood she could see herself nowhere.
She longed to taste the sharp, sweet savour of life again, and had thought it would return to her palate if only she could shut out the things that in London reminded her every moment of the war. She was eager to be alive again, but her eagerness found nothing on which it could fasten. She longed to get her teeth into life, but the old topics, the old interests, were like dust or like cotton-wool in her mouth.
A great chasm186 seemed to have opened in the world, and she found herself clinging to the edge of it. It had opened at her very feet, and she was clutching the precipitous margin187 of it. Far away across the abyss were the memories of past years, and if she turned her head to look at them there was no clearness about them. They were unreal and unsubstantial, covered with wreaths of mist. Barren and bleak188 was the edge she was clinging to, hideous189 was the desolated190 prospect that lay beyond it. But the edge seemed firm enough; it bore her weight....
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