“You deliberately3 took advantage of my being in the country to frequent low music-halls with this woman,” he flung at her, his eyes bloodshot with anger.
Claudia controlled her rising anger. “I went on the spur of the moment, Gilbert. Jack4 came in to fetch me on Saturday afternoon.”
“I suppose you’ve been planning it for some time,” he sneered5. “It was a nice thing to have to explain to my[220] father and mother. My mother! who has never been in a music-hall in her life.”
“Perhaps it would do her good if she had.... You talk as if I knew what was going to happen.”
“Scandal on scandal!”
“Scandal! Is that all you can call it?” cried Claudia, a picture of Fay, so pitifully flattened6 out under the curtain, rising before her eyes. “Do you realize that she is paralysed for life—that everything is finished for her?”
“It’s a pity she wasn’t killed outright,” returned Gilbert callously7, “instead of remaining a disgrace to the family. But my mother warned me long ago,” he added injudiciously, almost beside himself with rage, for now these paroxysms grew on him and contorted any sense of fairness or kindness that had ever been in his composition.
“Of what did your mother warn you?” said Claudia, her nostrils8 dilating9, her eyes flashing. “Of marrying me? I insist on an answer.”
“This isn’t the first scandal in your family, is it? I’m not throwing your mother’s sins up against you, you are not responsible for her; but why on earth have you got the same flair10 for the sensational? You’ve deliberately courted this by going to see this—this woman.”
“Don’t call her ‘this woman,’ as though she were a leper,” said Claudia passionately11. “She’s earned her living by hard work ever since she was fourteen years old. How many women can boast of that? What if she hasn’t led a conventional life? A good many women whom you shake by the hand are a good deal less virtuous12, and certainly far less honest. Because she hasn’t dodged13 behind a wedding-ring or covered up her tracks you look upon her with contempt. And even if she were the most unscrupulous, mercenary creature alive, you might be sorry now. Twenty-two, and life over for her!” To[221] Claudia, with her Grecian appreciation14 of youth and life, this seemed a tragedy of tragedies. Once, as a child, when a gambolling15 puppy from the stables had got under the wheels of the brougham and been killed she had wept for days, and as she had looked down at the little fat white body that would never frisk any more, she had learned a lesson never to be forgotten. The puppy had taught her early to see the inestimable boon16 of youth and life. To be alive, to have all one’s faculties17 and powers of enjoyment18, that is the great gift of the gods, she had told herself then. There had always been something of the pagan in her, and she had ever refused to believe that death is the gate of Life.
“So you are sprouting19 the modern jargon20, are you?” said Gilbert angrily. “Listen, Claudia. You married me, and you must respect my name. I thought you were different from the women in your set, or I should not have married you. Apparently21 you are not different, but I am different from the husbands of those women. You’d better remember that. I allow you to go your own way, I give you perfect liberty, but on condition that you do not drag my name into club smoking-rooms and smart restaurants. There has never been a breath of talk about my mother, and there shall not be about my wife. If you want that kind of notoriety—you will not remain my wife.”
Claudia stood motionless, listening to this outburst, very erect22, her head thrown up, her neck making a beautiful but disdainful line with her chin. A sarcastic23, enigmatic smile played round her sensitive mouth, and her eyes were cold and keenly critical. She had suddenly seen the coarseness of his lips, the deadly, soul-destroying coldness of his self-satisfied, sombre eyes. He was merely a male, a high-handed, aggressive male, with the highly specialized25 brain of a lawyer. Heart? When had he ever shown any heart? She had never once touched his[222] heart, only his senses. His feeling for his mother and father was only a sort of clannish26 family pride. Why, even Jack’s love for Fay, lacking as it was in all the big qualities that make love worth while, was a much finer thing than Gilbert’s feeling for her. For a moment a revulsion of shame, a feeling of humiliation27 swept over her at the thought of what she had given him.
“If you were not afraid of being laughed at, of being made to look small, you wouldn’t care a jot28 what I did, would you?” she said with deadly precision. “You have a profound contempt for women, haven’t you? You married me for my looks, because I aroused your passion, because it is the general habit of man to instal a woman in his home. I am installed here and I have the privilege of calling myself Mrs. Currey; otherwise, had I been a woman of lower station and more easy virtue29, you would have fired me out long ago, wouldn’t you? I am to live on the ashes of your passion—I, a woman with no children! You are asking too much, my husband. As for that poor, maimed child, I shall go to her as often as she wants me.”
She was surprised, when he had gone, at the calmness with which she could turn to her ordinary occupations. She felt anger, contempt, the sting of her own humiliation, but he had no longer the power to wound her heart. She remembered the time—was it ages ago or only a year or so?—when, after an altercation30 or lack of response on his part, she had fled to her room and sobbed31 or brooded until she had made herself ill. Then her being had been shaken to its foundations, and she had felt the results on her nervous system for days.
But this morning, once the fierce blaze of her anger had burned out, she shrugged32 her shoulders and sat down to her escritoire. She must make her life without Gilbert. To allow a man she neither loved nor respected to destroy her balance would be a sign of weakness.
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She was organizing, with Colin Paton, a concert in aid of a home for Penniless Gentlewomen, a charity which had always aroused her sympathy, and there was a good deal to be done. She was herself feeing Mrs. Milton to sing, and she had promised to come in that morning and give her some advice on the other artistes to be engaged.
It was not long before the maid showed her into her boudoir, but a much smarter-looking woman than she had been at Mrs. Rivington’s party. Claudia had contrived33 to make her accept one or two modish34 dresses without hurting her feelings or her dignity, and she had also secured her several lucrative35 engagements. It is needless to say that Margaret Milton’s generous heart held almost an adoration36 for Claudia.
“I hope I’m not late,” she said, as she came into the room, “but I had to do a little grave-digging before I could get away. Ugh! I thought the whole neighbourhood would be poisoned, the monkeys!”
Claudia laughingly inquired whose grave she had been digging.
“You must know that a favourite cat died about a month ago, and was gathered to—the other cats in limbo37. I allowed the children to bury it in the back garden—quite deep—and erect a tombstone. This morning, just as I was coming out, I became aware of an awful effluvia in the house. I wondered if the drains had suddenly gone wrong, and rushed round distraught. I found it was worse at the back of the house. Then I looked out of the window and saw——”
“No!”
“Yes. They had disinterred the cat to see how ‘she was getting on.’”
After they had both laughed over the children’s enterprise, they got to work. Claudia asked her opinion about an accompanist.
“Lucy Hamilton used to accompany most sympathetically,[224] but—no—I don’t suppose she would have decent clothes to come up in, and I daresay she may not have kept up her music.”
“Lucy Hamilton,” repeated Claudia, “not a sister of——?”
“Yes, Frank’s old-maid sister. Poor Lucy! She had such talent, and she was sacrificed to him right along.”
Claudia pondered a minute. “Does she still live somewhere in the country?”
“Salisbury. Yes, she gives music-lessons at a shilling an hour! It must be torture to her. Her old mother and she live in a tiny home together.”
“But, Mrs. Milton,” said Claudia, bewildered, “are they as poor as all that? How can they be when——?” She stopped, and then she decided38 to put the question that had been on her lips. “Will she not accept help from her son Frank?”
“Oh, yes! he does help her—a little.” Then she continued thoughtfully: “It does seem wrong, doesn’t it, that people won’t pay for pictures nowadays. I suppose we shall soon have no artists.”
Claudia stared. “But he gets big prices now for his pictures. A couple of years ago, I know, he was nearly starving, but he gets his own prices now.”
It was Mrs. Milton’s turn to look startled. For the moment she had forgotten that Claudia and he were friends. She tried to gloss39 over what might have been an indiscretion.
“I’m glad to hear it; perhaps—no doubt he will be able to help them more soon.... I think Miss Ronald would accompany splendidly, and I’ve got her address at home.”
“Mrs. Milton,” went on Claudia, a curious expression in her eyes, “have you heard from this Lucy Hamilton recently? And has—Mrs. Hamilton been a good mother to him—them both?”
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“I heard from Lucy only yesterday. I wanted her to come up for a change—you can’t think how she revels40 in a few concerts, it’s a joy to take her, and I can always get tickets—but her own words were: ‘I’m much too shabby to come to town; such a lot of pupils owe me money, and mother’s illness in the winter was expensive.’” She did not add that the writer had gone on to say that her brother did not like her to come to town unless she was decently dressed, and that though he was getting on and acquiring reputation, he could not at the moment help them more than he was doing.
“As for Mrs. Hamilton being a good mother,” went on Mrs. Milton, “she’s been one of the best. Her husband was a small solicitor41 and left them very badly off. It was she who screwed the money out of the housekeeping that Frank should go to Paris and study painting. Lucy, who was just as clever at music, had to teach herself. I do hope, now he is getting on, that Frank will make their lives easier.”
“You don’t like him?” said Claudia abruptly42. There was a subtle something in Mrs. Milton’s tone that convinced her.
Mrs. Milton hesitated.
“You can speak quite honestly. Why not? You knew him for some years, did you not?”
“Yes, we lived next door to them in the High Street for years.... I think artists are always rather egotistical and selfish, don’t you? His mother adored him, and perhaps that doesn’t do a man any good. I want my boys to have happy memories of their youth and me, but I do try not to spoil them. I try and remember that they will be husbands to some nice girls later on. He always let her do all the giving ... one shouldn’t give too much, however much one loves. One should insist on some exchange, if only for the sake of the loved one.”
“And yet,” said Claudia, scrawling43 weird44 figures on[226] the blotting-pad, “they say that the ideal love means self-sacrifice, that true happiness is to be found in giving.”
“But it isn’t an ideal world in which we live, is it?” said Mrs. Milton gently. “Isn’t that sometimes a form of selfishness? I know by experience with the children that it’s often the tempting45 path, ‘the easiest way,’ but if one really loves the little minds and hearts, one must sometimes bear the tears and the sulks that follow when you are firm. You’ll know that one day, when you have children of your own.”
“And with men and women?”
“Many women, I think, have made themselves and their men unhappy by giving too much and too freely. It’s become a habit with women. We can’t stand their frowns and their tempers. But I’m sure it’s a mistake. My husband is the dearest of men, but at the beginning of our life together I nearly became a doormat—just of my own accord.... Shall we fix on Miss Ronald?”
They worked steadily46 for half an hour, when there was a loud commotion47 on the stairs. It startled Margaret Milton, but Claudia knew the cause. Pat had lately acquired a huge puppy sheepdog, with the result that her arrival was always somewhat like that of a circus in full swing.
Pat and the dog, who had been christened Socrates because he was such a fool, came tumbling in together.
“He’s chewed up half a mat downstairs while I was using your telephone, Claudia. How do you do, Mrs. Milton. Allow me, Mrs. Milton—Socrates. Socky, go and lie down and take a short snooze. He’s the terror of Mayfair. He upset two children and a mail-cart this morning, and he’s been in the Round Pond and splashed me from head to foot. How’s poor little Fay getting on?”
“No change,” said Claudia, with a sigh. “I’m going down there after lunch.”
Pat drew in her breath. “Heavens! if anything like[227] that should happen to me, I’d go mad! I should yell the house down. She must know something. It’s a fortnight now. She must suspect something.”
“Sometimes I wonder,” said Claudia. “Sometimes I think I see panic in her eyes, then the next moment she’s asking me a conundrum48 she’s found in some penny journal and roaring with laughter at my wild guesses. She talks about getting up soon—she’s had the piano taken in, and yesterday she was singing ‘to keep her voice from getting mildewy,’ but—I don’t know. If she knows—if she’s got any suspicion, she’s the pluckiest little soul I’ve ever known.”
After that first awful night, it had become a practice for her to go down to the flat almost daily, each time devising some fresh forms of amusement—Fay was like a child—and directing the domestic machinery49, which was now much smoother. The clinging helpless hands of Fay gave her a strange feeling, and a curious bond had sprung up between them. To Fay, Claudia, with her education and culture, was something wonderfully clever, something she had never known, something that made her long, in her generous, undisciplined heart, to emulate50, to grow into. She considered Claudia’s knowledge of books and pictures amazing. She told all her fellow-professionals who flocked to see her—and they were a strange, bizarre crowd—that her sister-in-law was the most wonderful and splendid lady in the world, and when Jack occasionally talked carelessly of his sister, she was roused to such volleys of wrathful words that the nurse had to ask him not to excite her. In all her moods—sometimes babyish, when she would play with dolls and mechanical toys; sometimes fretful, when nothing pleased her and she wailed51 to get well; sometimes optimistic and full of ideas for new turns and songs—Claudia was always wanted and loudly welcomed. Fay did not always want Jack—perhaps she divined something of his repugnance[228] to sickness—she did not always want her “pals,” but she always listened eagerly for Claudia’s step in the hall, and if she did not come, sent the nurse to the telephone.
Soon after, Mrs. Milton took her departure.
Pat sat in a low chair, her long legs sprawling52 half across the room. For a long time neither of them spoke53. Claudia stood gazing out of the window across the Park. The trees were gloriously green now, and like fluttering heralds54 of summer, brilliant in the sunlight. The sun touched the gilt55 of the Albert Memorial so that it mingled56 with the tender greens and almost reconciled her to it. She was thinking of Mrs. Milton’s story of Hamilton’s mother and sister. She knew her statement was correct. She knew several large cheques had been despatched to him by people with whom she had brought him in touch. Was he—she shrank from the word like a loathsome57 disease—was he mean? He had evidently not wished to renew his acquaintance with Mrs. Milton that night at the Rivingtons. Why? Did he desire to forget his small beginnings—the obligations of which she must have reminded him? It was a corroding58 idea, and Claudia was glad when Pat commenced to speak in a—for her—thoughtful tone.
“A throw-back, Pat? What on earth are you talking about?” She turned and looked at the fresh, boyish face, the slim, long limbs, the sophisticated and yet innocent eyes of her sister.
“We’re a funny family, aren’t we? We’ve just dragged ourselves up anyhow. I went to a lecture on heredity the other day. What do we inherit, I asked myself? Father’s an invertebrate60 jellyfish, and mother—well, mother’s Circe! Grandfather, on mother’s side, is a gay old dog still, and father’s father was a leader of lost[229] causes and died young. Bit of a jumble61, isn’t it? I’ve been puzzling over it for days. I heard someone say of you the other day—of course, they were discussing you in connection with The Girlie Girl—‘she’s Circe’s daughter.’ We’re both Circe’s daughters, and I’m not a bit like her. I say, I’m a throw-back somewhere. Mother always cared for men, never for women. I don’t care a scrap62 for men in any sexual way—oh, yes! don’t look so wise, I’ve experimented in a few flirtations—and I simply hate them—that way. I like hunting with them and playing golf and wading63 in the water, fishing, but directly they get sentimental64 and want to kiss me I curl up inside. Most girls, I’ve found out, like being kissed, even if they are not in love. I nearly murdered Dicky Trevor the other day because he kissed me unexpectedly on the nape of the neck. No, Circe hasn’t given me any heritage, and I don’t think I’m so backboneless as father. I’ve got a scheme growing in my head—I shan’t tell you about it till I’m sure of my own mind—but it doesn’t include a husband.”
Claudia looked attentively65 at her sister. For the first time it flashed across her that the baffling thing about Pat was that so far she was quite sexless. She had been eager to come out for the fun of the dancing and the parties, but she had never had that shy anticipation66 of love that makes so many girls of eighteen eager to be presented. The books she read as a child were always stirring adventure stories, travels and records of real achievements. Fairy-tales with the all-conquering prince had bored her, all except the passages that dealt with sanguinary fights and treasure-trove. Later on she had read one or two famous French romances out of curiosity, but they had failed to make any appeal whatever. Her enthusiasms, her outbursts of passion, her thrills, were reserved for golf and hockey, and she had once said that the greatest and most satisfying moments of life to her were when she[230] was on the back of her favourite horse, following the hounds. She liked men. Indeed, on the whole, she preferred them to women, but only because they were better and more vigorous sportsmen and less liable to be petty and jealous. As Claudia surveyed her she realized that she neither could give nor did she wish to proffer67 advice. Pat must face her own problem. Before her marriage she would have rushed in where experience fears to tread, and talked to Pat of the joys of love, of the folly68 of the woman who disdained69 or belittled70 what man could offer. Now all her landmarks71 were gone. She had messed up her own life. All she could do was to listen and reflect what an awful muddle72 and enigma24 life was for women, and wonder why Providence73 had given them no chart to steer74 by.
“You see,” continued Pat, “I’ve thought the thing out, and it wouldn’t be playing cricket to marry a man if you didn’t want him—that way. I tried to tell a man the other day how I felt, and he said he’d be a chum and wouldn’t worry me; but I saw the look in his eyes even then, and I knew it would be hell for both of us. Men always want women that way.”
Who had said something like that recently? Ah, yes! it had been said by Jack, apropos75 of Colin Paton.
“You are very wise this morning,” said Claudia, with a forced laugh. “If you feel this way there may be men who also are celibates76 at heart.”
“Haven’t met any,” said Pat laconically77, giving Socky a kick to stop his stentorian78 dreams. “He’s chasing bunnies in the Park.”
“Oh! there are men. A good many women complain of—lack of attention on the part of their husbands.”
“Then the attentions go to some other woman, or he’s an uninteresting money-grabber.”
“Don’t generalize so much.... What about a man like Colin Paton?”
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Pat laughed derisively79, so that Socky got up and barked. “Shut up, you fool; I’m laughing at my sister, who has the foolishness of a babe! Have you known Paton all these years and not seen beneath the surface? Gracious! even if he likes me—which he doesn’t expect to crack jokes with—that would be the last man I’d experiment with. He’s full of emotion underneath80 that quiet exterior81. If I could return it, I’d rather like to be loved by Colin Paton. Why, he’d make the most tender and ardent82 of lovers if he gained the heart of the right woman. Have you seen him with his widowed mother? Oh! he’s perfectly83 sweet to her, and she adores him. She’s such a nice, cosy84 thing, too; you feel you want to sit on a footstool at her feet and have her stroke your hair.”
“If you’re right, it’s curious he hasn’t married.”
She was looking out of the window again, and she didn’t see the curious look her sister cast at her. Pat finished up the conversation with:
“Come on, Socks, we’re going to our happy home. Men like Colin Paton often get left because most women are fools where love is concerned. It’s been the study of their lives for centuries, and even now they can’t tell a piece of glass from a diamond. Because a man doesn’t come along like a raging whirlwind they think he’s cold, and because he loudly swears fidelity85 like a tinkling86 cymbal87 they think they can put their money on him. The metaphors88 are a bit mixed, but what I’m driving at is this. Women seldom have any judgment89 where men are concerned, and the nicer the woman the less sound is her judgment. Only bad women have good judgment regarding men. I—Patricia Iverson—have spoken. Selah! Socks!”
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