“Pat!” exclaimed Claudia, abruptly2 recalled from her own thoughts. “You have no right to say such things.” Sisters who are not yet out and three years one’s junior must be kept in order.
“Why not? It’s true, I suppose. I was sitting here among a lot of people yesterday and mother drove by. The two women at the back began to talk. At first, I didn’t know they were discussing mother, till they mentioned you. When they said ‘Her daughter Claudia has just got engaged to Gilbert Currey, it’s to be hoped she won’t follow in her mother’s footsteps,’ I twigged3.”
“Well, I was hedged in, and I should have had to plough my way over such a lot of feet to get away, and I couldn’t turn round and say ‘Excuse me, you’re discussing my mother and sister,’ could I?”
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“I should have got up, feet or no feet,” returned her sister.
“Mother seems to have had a pretty good time, according to these two women. They rattled5 off mother’s amours with great gusto. They were alternately shocked and envious—the combination was funny.”
“Nasty-minded gossips!”
“I should have liked to turn round and say ‘Sour grapes.’ I suppose mother has gone the pace. She’s been a sort of Helen of Troy, hasn’t she? Notorious for her temperament6 and beauty.”
“Women like that always invent a lot of scandal.” Claudia shrugged7 her shoulders. “It’s a sort of convention with them to think that all women in society live immoral8 lives.... Billie, no, you mustn’t bite little boys’ legs. I know it’s only in play, but they don’t like it.”
“Mother must have been stunning9 when she was young, in the days of the portrait,” continued Pat reflectively. “If I had been a man I should have fallen in love with her. Nothing mild and namby-pamby for me, thank you. I’ve a good deal of sympathy with her, for father is a bore. Only I can’t see how she could have been in love with so many men. Most men are so deadly uninspiring. I expect falling in love became a habit with mother.”
“Really, Pat, I don’t think we ought to discuss her.”
“Why? Because she is our mother? But she doesn’t feel like our mother—she told me so the other day—and she wouldn’t mind our discussing her a bit, just as though she were next-door neighbour.” Claudia could not contradict this, for Mrs. Iverson had never tried or wanted to be a mother to her children. The children had “happened” and been promptly10 relegated11 to the nursery. As soon as she was well she forgot them just as she forgot an annoying attack of influenza12.
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“Claudia, do you feel you could fall in love with a lot of men?”
“Pat! what awful questions you ask. I should think that——” She stopped herself. She was going to add, “No nice woman could fall in love with a lot of men,” but this would reflect on her mother, and out of loyalty13 and decency14 she could not say it, rather for what her mother might have been to her than what she was. So she said instead, “I haven’t thought about it, and if I were you, I shouldn’t. You’re too young to worry about sex problems. The little I have thought about them has only confused me; it seems such an enormous subject. One would have to be a Methuselah to have time enough to study it. I am sure threescore years and ten is too little.”
“I suppose it is all a question of experience,” said Pat slowly. “If only mother would tell us all she had learned! That would be better than all the silly morals and maxims15 that surround you like a barbed wire fence.”
Claudia stole a glance at Pat as she strode along, her skin flushed by the warmth of the sun, her corn-coloured hair glowing under her big white hat. How much did Pat know of the things she discussed so lightly? How much did she herself know, for that matter. And yet, quietly and earnestly, she had been watching men and women since her début a year since. She had seen the fair surface and some of the dark undercurrent, she had kept her ears and her eyes open and her mind as far as possible unbiased, but what was the harvest? How much did she really know? She did not make the mistake of thinking men angels or devils, she tried, on Paton’s advice, not to generalize—the temptation of youth—she knew that, on the whole, she liked the masculine sex better than her own, but what did she know that she could impart to a younger sister? As she looked at Pat, she wondered if she ought to try and[66] find out where Pat stood. Ought she to try and influence her sister in any way? Pat was such a queer mixture. Sometimes she talked like an overgrown, slangy schoolgirl, and the next minute she would speak with the callous16 knowledge of a woman of forty; sometimes she showed signs of deep affection and strong emotions, which again would give place to a curious aloofness17 and independence.
Lady Currey was coming to lunch that day with the Iversons, an event which Claudia dreaded18. Mrs. Iverson had lazily decided19 that, under the circumstances, she ought to offer her some hospitality, and Lady Currey had felt it only right and fitting to accept. Her husband was confined to their house in the country with an attack of gout. Gilbert had pleaded that he was too busy to accompany her.
Punctually at half-past one—the clock was striking—Lady Currey arrived. Mrs. Iverson was not down yet, but she was never punctual, except when her clock was fast. Claudia had to receive Gilbert’s mother.
She wanted to like her, but her heart sank a little at Lady Currey’s formal greeting. Sometimes she had hoped—before she had considered Gilbert in the light of a possible husband—that when she married, her husband’s mother might be someone to whom she could, and would be allowed to, feel daughterly. She knew it was rare, but she would meet a nice mother-in-law more than half way, for there was no holy of holies occupied by a real mother. One could ask Mrs. Iverson’s advice on dress—not too often, because it bored her to give advice on any subject—but Claudia felt she had room in her heart for a nice cosy20 elderly woman, who might be a guide, philosopher and friend.
“Mother will be down directly,” said Claudia, with a heightened colour. “Will you not take this chair? It is more comfortable than that one.”
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“Thank you, but I do not care for those low, padded chairs. They induce habits of indulgence. I was brought up to sit on hard, straight-backed chairs, so I never acquired the habit of lolling.”
She looked critically round the drawing-room, which was full of graceful21 and beautiful things. At one end, looking down insolently22 upon her, was the famous Circe picture. It dominated the whole room. The only other pictures were landscapes, a couple of Olssons, an exquisite23 Whistler, which the artist had himself given to Mrs. Iverson, a Sisley and a small Cézanne. But they were all subservient24 to the glowing Circe in her wonderful clinging blue robes. The whole room had apparently25 been designed as a frame for the portrait, for it was a harmony of dull blues26 and faded pinks. A case of miniatures at her elbow contained some exquisite Cosway beauties and some rare scraps27 of old Venetian goldsmiths’ work. Lady Currey caught sight of a Vernis Martin cabinet full of priceless Sèvres and some Chelsea figures that made the collector’s mouth water. It was annoying to think that Sybil owned such china, for Lady Currey was sure she did not value it.
“You have some beautiful pieces here,” she said to Claudia, crossing to look at the cabinet.
“Yes, I believe they are considered very fine. I am afraid I don’t know much about china myself.” If Claudia had only known it, her last chance was gone. Lady Currey’s eyebrows28 went up in contempt. But the china was exquisite and avenged29 Claudia’s slip.
Lady Currey turned away and glanced at the clock. Twenty to two! Where was her hostess?
The door opened, but it was only Patricia with Billie at her heels. “Billie was crying for you, Claudia. I let him loose. I thought you had forgotten him.”
Claudia had instinctively30 felt that Lady Currey was[68] the type of woman who disapproved31 of dogs in the house, so she had tied him up.
Pat surveyed the visitor with her clear blue eyes. Very precise and a little dowdy32 did Lady Currey look that day. Her grey silk was a dull shade, her ornaments33 were valuable, but belonged to the day when diamonds were deeply embedded34 in gold, her toque was as near to a bonnet35 as she could buy. Pat took it all in and her lips said “prunes and prism” behind their visitor’s back.
“Ripping day, isn’t it?” she said affably. “Doesn’t it make you feel as if you’d like to turn somersaults on the grass and yell like a wild Indian every time you come right side up?”
Of course, Sybil’s children would be terrible and lawless. She disliked anything so large and athletic37 as Pat, and privately38 thought that so much flesh and bone inclined to coarseness. She was of the small and tidy type herself.
“There’s no way of letting off steam nowadays, is there?” continued Pat, unabashed by Lady Currey’s stare, and crossing her legs so as to display a large expanse of silk-covered calf39. “That’s why people get into mischief40. They boil up inside, sometimes you can feel the bubbles!”
“That’s because you’re a very young kettle,” interposed Claudia hastily.
But at that moment—five minutes to two—Sybil Iverson glided41 into the room. Her figure was still wonderful, willowy and most seductive in its lissomness42. She was wearing a dress that showed every curve of it, and the transparent43 guimpe of her bodice showed the gleam of her neck in a manner that Lady Currey found very indecent. Her hair, burnished44 and waved in a carefully negligent45 fashion, matched her slightly tinted46 complexion47. The whole effect was pleasingly artificial, like that of[69] some rare orchid48. She was still Circe—after a careful toilette.
“Ah! Marian, what a long time since we met! But you are just the same.”
“We are both considerably49 older,” said the companion of her girlhood with emphasis.
“Are we really? I have ceased to be a body, I am now only a spirit, and spirits know no age.” She let her heavy lids drop over her eyes, a trick which Lady Currey had always disliked. “I have learned to project the soul into space and leave the body behind. Have you ever pierced through the intangible walls of the Unseen, Marian?”
“I attend regularly to my religious duties,” said her visitor shortly, rather nonplussed50 by Circe’s new attitude. Her flippancies she knew and could meet, but this was something that verged51 on her own preserves.
“Ah! that is not quite the same.” The hostess smiled sweetly upon her. “But now we will go in to lunch. Gilbert is not coming, I think?”
“He has his work,” said his mother. “You cannot expect such a man to dance attendance on a woman.”
“Oh! I quite understand,” interjected Claudia. “I did not expect he would come.”
“He has the aura of a successful man.” said Circe dreamily. “I saw it quite distinctly last night. But there was something mingled52 with it—I saw a vivid streak53 of purple——” She shook her head mysteriously and broke off the sentence.
“I shouldn’t say there were any purple patches about Gilbert,” smiled Claudia, across the rose-bowl.
“I do not understand the phrase,” said Lady Currey acidly. “Will you explain it to me?”
“Purple patches,” said Circe vaguely56, “stand for all[70] the wonderful emotions and sensations that make this life a thing of magic and mystery. A purple patch—what is it? It may be a minute, a second even—the look from someone’s eyes caught in a crowd—a chord of music—a whiff of perfume—an hour of passion—a day of memories—the song of a bird—anything rare and evanescent. Purple patches are moments of crystallization, of ecstasy57, of poetry, of life; patches that glow in your heart for years and I think, even when you are dead shroud58 it in royal mourning.”
She came out of her dream and took the salmon59 mayonnaise that the butler had been patiently holding.
“I am glad to think there are no purple patches on my son,” said his mother dryly, dubbing60 her hostess “a mass of affectation.”
“No, I don’t think a successful barrister would be likely to stray into Wonderland. Documents of the law, blue paper and crude red tape do not harmonize with purple, do they? Claudia, will you remember that when I die I want to be buried in purple silk and the coffin61 must be lined with a deep shade of crimson62. I think I might select the colours when I have time. The wrong crimson would be so fatal to my hair.”
Billie suddenly gave a little howl from his seat on the sofa as though the conversation depressed63 him. Lady Currey looked her disapproval64 of him, and Claudia shushed him.
“Isn’t it delightful66, Lady Currey? I had a letter from father’s old friend, the Countess Ravogli, this morning, sending her congratulations and offering us her beautiful villa67 on the Lake of Como for the honeymoon68. I have seen photographs of it, and it is too sweet for words.”
“Does Gilbert like the idea?”
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“I haven’t told him yet, but he is sure to like it. It is a sort of fairy castle with an enchanted69 garden full of wonderful sculpture and strange flowers. There is a terrace of white marble brought from Greece and a fountain of coloured waters. It must be perfectly70 delicious. I have always dreamed of it as an ideal honeymoon place.”
“One must be very young to look well in such a place,” said her mother. “The Countess tried to get me to visit her, but I declined. White marble is only suitable to the eternal youth of gods and goddesses and it is so chilly71! A marble terrace always sounds delightful, but as a matter of fact it generally gives you cold feet and you have to fly in and demand hot-water bottles, and there is nothing romantic about a hot-water bottle.”
“The drinking-water is so bad in Italy,” remarked Lady Currey. “I do hope you will be careful.”
After luncheon72, Mrs. Iverson carried off Lady Currey to her boudoir on the plea of reviving old memories. Claudia was relieved, but surprised, for her mother seldom took any but her very special cronies into her private apartments.
Circe lit a cigarette—the room was already heavy with some Oriental perfume which made Lady Currey sniff—and made herself thoroughly73 comfortable and picturesque74 on a low divan75. Lady Currey told herself that it was exactly like a room in a harem, never having been in one.
“It is strange your boy should be marrying my girl,” commenced Mrs. Iverson, watching the pearly grey smoke rise in the air. “I confess I thought Claudia would have married quite differently.” Her voice was dangerously sweet.
“Indeed,” said Lady Currey. The perfume irritated her, and she felt a desire to sneeze.
“Yes, quite differently. But neither her father nor I would try to interfere76 with her choice. I have always[72] allowed my children full liberty of action. And though Claudia would have had an enviable position as the Duchess of Swansea, I recognize her right to choose as her heart dictates77. I saw the Duke last night, and he was very downcast. He thought Claudia might relent. Charming fellow, isn’t he?”
She opened her eyes blandly78 upon her visitor, and nothing but good will to men and contempt for women shone from them.
Lady Currey, who moved very little in London society now, did not personally know Swansea, but knew him to be one of the most eligible79 partis of the day. She had heard a vague rumour80 of Swansea’s attentions to Claudia from another quarter and saw no reason to doubt Circe’s news. She was nettled81, and felt she was being placed in a false position. It revived old memories. Circe had possessed82 this trick as a young girl.
“Gilbert is bound to do well,” she said hastily.
“Of course.” Circe lit another cigarette. “But the future—well, it is the future! Futures83 are like horses—you can never count on them! If they could only invent automatic horses and automatic futures! Still, I have no doubt he will arrive one day, if Claudia is patient. Personally, I should have no patience to wait for a future.”
“Gilbert will make an excellent husband.” Lady Currey, to her great amazement84, perceived that she was actually holding a brief for Gilbert. The thing was absurd.
“Oh, yes!” murmured her old friend vaguely. “But all the old-fashioned virtues85 are so out of date now, like four-wheelers and stage-coaches. The modern excellent husband is such a different article from what we called an excellent husband fifty years ago. I often think what a dreadful bore that good, old-fashioned husband must have been. I am sure those Early Victorian wives must[73] have died of their partners’ excellences86. Have you noticed how sad they always look in their portraits?”
“In my young days marriage was considered a sacrament,” remarked Lady Currey stiffly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at a notable array of masculine portraits. “I consider the interpretation87 and shortening of the marriage service nowadays scandalous. The Bishop88 of Dorminster quite agrees with me.”
“I am sure he would. If you sell patent medicines, you must believe in patent medicines.... Why don’t you start a campaign against it? I can see you at the head of a flourishing Anti society. I would join it with pleasure, Marian.”
“What are nice ideas about women, Marian?”
“He treats women with respect and proper deference.”
“How dull!” murmured Circe, looking at the portrait of a man who had not treated her with undue90 respect.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said how delightful. But I hope he can—er—offer Claudia something more than respect. I hope he appreciates her and can offer a good deal of love and admiration91. Some people set a great store by love—I fancy Claudia does. You see, that would be the one thing—you will forgive my speaking frankly92 like an old friend—that would compensate93 her father and me for a less good match than we had the right to expect. We want her to be happy, but Claudia is very much admired. She has had many good offers—I know, though she hasn’t told me—and I should feel a little sad if I thought Gilbert did not adore her. She is really rather a dear. I quite admire her myself, and I admire very few women.”
There was a short pause while Lady Currey struggled for words.
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“I—I believe he is very much in love with her,” she said at last, flushing angrily.
“Ah! that is what I brought you up here to know. Love compensates94 for any worldly loss, does it not?... Dear Marian, I am afraid I must go out now, but it is charming to think that your son is going to marry Claudia. It reunites us again in the bonds of friendship. I am sure Gilbert is charming. Claudia is a lucky girl.”
“Claudia is very handsome. It is Gilbert who is lucky.”
Thus ended a little Mothers’ Meeting.
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