“You are a most unsatisfactory person,” she said gravely after a few moments.
He looked down at her without replying. His eyes softened3 for a moment into a smile, but his lips remained grave.
“You deliberately4 set yourself,” she continued, “to shatter one illusion after another. You have made me feel quite old and worldly to-night, and the worst of it is that you are invariably right. It is most annoying.”
Her voice was only half-playful. There was a shade of sadness in it. Christian must have divined her thoughts, for he said:
“Do not let us quarrel over Signor Bruno. I dare say I am wrong altogether.”
She looked slowly round. Her eyes rested on the dark surface of the water, where the shadows lay deep and still; then she raised them to the trees, clearly outlined against the sky.
“I suppose that such practical, matter-of-fact people as you are proof against mere5 outward influences.”
“So I used to imagine, but I am beginning to find that outward things are very important after all. In London it seemed only natural that every one should live in a hurry, with no time for thought, pushing forward and trying to outstrip6 their neighbours; but in the country it seems that things are different. Intellectual people live quiet, thoughtful, and even dreamy lives. They get through somehow without seeing the necessity for doing something—trying to be something that their neighbours cannot be—and no doubt they are happier for it. I am beginning to see how they are content to go on with their uneventful lives from year to year until the end even comes without a shock.”
“But you yourself would never reach that stage, Christian.”
“No, no, Hilda. I can understand it in others, but for me it is different. I have tasted too deeply of the other life. I should get restless——”
“You are getting restless already,” she interrupted gravely, “and you have not been here two days!”
They were interrupted by Sidney's clear whistle, and a moment later Molly came tripping down the path.
“Come along in,” she said; “the old gentleman is going. I was just stealing away to join you when Sidney whistled.”
When Signor Bruno reached his home that evening, he threw his hat upon the table with some considerable force. His aged7 landlady8, having left the lamp burning, had retired9 to bed. He sank into an armchair, and contemplated10 the square toes of his own boots for some moments. Then he scratched his head thoughtfully.
“Sacré nom d'un chien!” he muttered; “where have I seen that face before?”
Signor Bruno spoke11 French when soliloquising, which was perhaps somewhat peculiar12 for an Italian. However proficient13 a man may be in the mastery of foreign tongues, he usually dreams and talks to himself in the language he learnt at his mother's knee. He may count fluently in a strange tongue, but he invariably works out all mental arithmetic in his own. Likewise he prays—if he pray at all—in one tongue only. On the other hand, it appears very easy to swear in an acquired language. Probably our forefathers14 borrowed each other's expletives when things went so lamentably15 wrong over the Tower of Babel. Still muttering to himself, Signor Bruno presently retired to rest with the remembrance of a young face, peculiarly and unpleasantly strong, haunting his dreams.
Shortly after Signor Bruno's departure, Christian happened to be left alone in the drawing room with Hilda. He promptly16 produced from his pocket the leaf he had cut from a book earlier in the evening. Unfolding the paper, he handed it to her, and said:—
“Do you recognise that?”
She looked at it, and answered without hesitation—
“Signor Bruno!”
The drawing was slight, but the likeness17 was perfect. The face was in profile, and the reproduction of the intelligent features could scarcely have been more lifelike in a careful portrait. Christian replaced the paper in his pocket.
“You remember Carl Trevetz, at Paris,” continued he, “his father belonged to the Austrian Embassy!”
“Yes, I remember him!”
“To-morrow I will send this to him, simply asking who it is.”
“Yes—and then?”
“When the answer comes, Hilda, I will write on the outside of the envelope the name that you will find inside—written by Trevetz.”
For a moment she looked across the table at him with a vague expression of wonder upon her face.
“Even if you are right,” she said, “will it affect us? Will it make us cease to look upon him as a friend?”
“I think so.”
“Then,” she said slowly, “it has come. You remember now?”
“Yes; I remember now—but it may be a mistake yet. I would rather have my memory confirmed by Trevetz before telling you what I know—or think I know—about Bruno!”
Hilda was about to question him further when Molly entered the room, and the subject was perforce dropped.
The next morning there came a letter for Christian from Mr. Bodery. It was short, and not very pleasant.
“DEAR VELLACOTT,—Sorry to trouble you with business so early in your holiday, but there has been another great row in Paris, as you will see from the papers I send you. It is hinted that the mob are mere tools in the hands of influential18 wire-pullers, and the worst of it is that they were armed with English rifles and bayonets of a pattern just superseded19 by the War Office. How these got into their hands is not yet explained, but you will readily see the gravity of the circumstance in the present somewhat strained state of affairs. Several of the 'dailies' refer to us, as you will see, and express a hope that our 'exceptional knowledge of French affairs' will enable us to throw some light upon the subject. Trevetz is giving us all the information he can gather; but, of course, he is only able to devote a portion of his time to us. He hints that there is plenty of money in the background somewhere, and that a strong party has got up the whole affair—perhaps the Church. We must have something to say (something of importance) next week, and with this in view I must ask you to hold yourself in readiness to go to Paris on receipt of a telegram or letter from me.—Yours,
“C. C. BODERY.”
Christian folded the letter, and replaced it in the envelope. Suddenly his attention was attracted to the latter. Upon the back there was a rim20 round the adhesive21 portion, and within this the glaze22 was gone from the paper. The envelope had been tampered23 with by a skilful24 manipulator. If Mr. Bodery had been in the habit of using inferior stationery25, no trace would have been left upon the envelope.
Christian slipped the letter into his pocket, and, glancing round, saw that his movements had passed unobserved.
“Anything new?” asked Sidney, from the head of the table.
“Well, yes,” was the reply. “There has been a disturbance26 in Paris. I may have to go over there on receipt of a telegram from the office;” he stopped, and looked slowly round the table. Hilda's attention was taken up by her plate, upon which, however, there was nothing. He leant forward, and handed her the toast-rack. She took a piece, but forgot to thank him. “I am sorry,” he continued simply, “very sorry that the disturbances27 should have taken place just at this time.”
His voice expressed natural and sincere regret, but no surprise. This seemed to arouse Molly's curiosity, for she looked up sharply.
“You do not seem to be at all surprised,” she said.
“No,” he replied; “I am accustomed to this sort of thing, you see. I knew all along that there was the chance of being summoned at any time. This letter only adds to the chance—that is all!”
“It is a great shame,” said Molly, with a pout28. “I am sure there are plenty of people who could do it instead of you.”
Christian laughed readily.
“I am sure there are,” he replied, “and that is the very reason why I must take the opportunities that fortune offers.”
Hilda looked across the table at him, and noted29 the smile upon his lips, the light of energy in his eyes. The love of action had driven all other thoughts from his mind.
“I suppose,” she said conversationally30, “that it will in reality be a good thing for you if the summons does come.”
“Yes,” he replied, without meeting her glance; “it will be a good thing for me.”
“Is that consolatory32 view of the matter the outcome of philosophy, or of virtue33?” inquired Molly mischievously34.
“Of virtue,” replied Christian gravely, and then he changed the subject.
After breakfast he devoted35 a short time to the study of some newspaper cuttings inclosed in Mr. Bodery's letter. Then he suddenly expressed his determination of walking down to the village post office.
“I wish,” he said, “to send a telegram, and to get some newspapers, which have no doubt come by the second post. After that you will be troubled no more about my affairs.”
“Until a telegram comes,” said Hilda quietly, without looking up from a letter she held in her hand. She received one daily from Farrar.
Christian glanced at her with his quick smile.
“Oh,” he said, “I do not expect a telegram. It is not so serious as all that. In fact, it is not worth thinking about.”
“You have a most enviable way of putting aside disagreeable subjects,” persisted Hilda, “for discussion at a vague future period.”
“That,” he said, “is the outcome—not of virtue—but of philosophy. Will you come to the post office with Stanley and me? I am sure there is no possible household duty to prevent you.”
Together they walked through the peaceful fields. Stanley never lingered long beside them; something was for ever attracting him aside or ahead, and he ran restlessly away. Christian could not help noticing the difference in Hilda's manner when they were alone together. The semi-sarcastic badinage38 to which he had been treated lately was completely dropped, and her earnest nature was allowed to show itself undisguised. Still she was a mystery to him. He was by habit a close observer, but her changing moods and humours were to him unaccountable. At times she would make a remark the direct contradiction of which was shining in her eyes, and at other times she remained silent when mere politeness would seem to demand speech. Who knows? Perhaps at all times and in all things they understood each other. When their lips were exchanging mere nothings—the very lightest and emptiest of conversational31 chaff—despite averted39 eyes, despite indifferent manner, their souls may have been drawn40 together by that silent bond of sympathy which holds through fair and foul41, through laughter and tears, through life and beyond death.
Christian was not in the habit of allowing himself to become absorbed by any passing thoughts, however deep they might be. His mind had adapted itself to the work required of it, as the human mind is ever ready to do. No deep meditating42 was required of it, but a quick grasp and a somewhat superficial treatment. Journalism43 is superficial, it cannot be otherwise; it must be universal and immediate44, and therefore its touch is necessarily light. There is nothing permanent about it except the ceaseless throb45 of the printing machine and the warm smell of ink. That which a man writes one day may be rendered useless and worthless the next, through no carelessness of his, but by the simple course of events. He must perforce take up his pen again and write against himself. He may be inditing46 history, and his words may be forgotten in twelve hours. There is no time for deep thought, even if such were required. He who writes for cursory47 reading is wise if he writes cursorily48.
Mr. Bodery's communication in no manner disturbed Christian. He was ready enough to talk and laugh, or talk and be grave, as Hilda might dictate49, while they walked side by side that morning, but she was strangely silent. It thus happened that little passed between them until they reached the post office. There, he was formally introduced to the spry little postmistress, who looked at him sharply over her spectacles.
“I wish, Mrs. Chalder,” he said cheerily, as he scribbled50 off his message to Mr. Bodery, while Hilda made friendly overtures51 to the official cat, “I wish that you would forget to send me the disagreeable letters, and only forward the pleasant ones. There was one this morning, for instance, which you might very easily have mislaid. Instead of which you carefully sent it rather earlier than usual and spoilt my breakfast.”
His voice unconsciously followed the swing of his pencil. It seemed certain that he was making conversation with the sole purpose of entertaining the old woman. With a pleased laugh and a shake of her grey curls she replied:
“Ah, I wish I could, sir. I wish I could burn the bad letters and send on only the good ones—but they're all alike on the outside. It's as hard to say what's inside a letter as it is to tell what's inside a man by lookin' on his face.”
“Yes,” replied Christian, reading over what he had just written. “Yes, Mrs. Chalder, you are right.”
“But the reason of your letter gettin' earlier this morning was that Seen'yer Bruno said he was goin' past the Hall, sir, and would just leave the letters at the Lodge52. It is a bit out of the carrier's way, and that man do have a long tramp every day, sir.”
“Ah, that accounts for it,” murmured the journalist, without looking up. He was occupied in crossing his t's and dotting his i's. He felt that Hilda was looking at him, and some instinct told him that she saw the motive53 of his conversation, but still he played his part and wore his mask of carelessness, as men have done before women, knowing the futility54 of it, since the world began. She never referred to the incident, and made no remark whatever with a view to his doing so, but he knew that it would be remembered, and in after days he learnt to build up a very castle of hope upon that frail55 foundation.
Hilda had not been paying much attention to what he was saying until Signor Bruno's name was mentioned. The old man had hitherto occupied a very secondary place in her thoughts. He was no one in her circle of possibly interesting people, beyond the fact of his having passed through a troubled political phase—a fighter on the losing side. Now he had, as it were, assumed a more important r?le. The mention of his name possessed56 a new suggestion: and all this, forsooth, because Christian Vellacott opined that the benevolent57 old face was known to him.
She began to entertain exaggerated ideas concerning the young journalist's thoughts and motives58. Twice had she obtained a glimpse into the inner chamber59 of his mind, and on each occasion the result had been a vague suggestion of some mental conflict, some dark game of cross-purposes between him and Signor Bruno. Remembering this, she, in her intelligent simplicity60, began to ascribe to Christian's every word and action an ulterior motive which in reality did not perhaps exist. She noted Christian's calm and direct way of reaching the end he desired, and unconsciously she yielded a little to the influence of his strength—an influence dangerously fascinating for a strong woman. Her strength is so different from that of a man that there is no real conflict—it seeks to yield, and glories over its own downfall.
After paying for the telegram, Christian took possession of the bulky packet of newspapers addressed to him, and they left the post office.
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outstrip
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spoke
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forefathers
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promptly
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likeness
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influential
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glaze
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stationery
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virtue
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