The Bellevue, when Gardiner first set eyes on it, was a cross between a hostelry and a farm, tumbled round three sides of a quadrangle where black-and-white pigs rooted and grunted1, among middens and mangy grass, under the windows of the dining-room. The Ardennes hotel of those days had no drains, no baths, no basins bigger than soup-plates and not many towels, no easy-chairs, no salons2; in fact, none of the comforts of a refined home. There would be middens outside and the odor of the cow-stable within. On the other hand, the rooms would be clean, the beds comfortable, the food abundant, if peculiar3; and the friendly welcome which met the traveler made up for many discomforts4.
In all his former ventures Gardiner had been a tenant5; the Bellevue was his own. He had bought the freehold with an opportune6 legacy7, and was spending on it his savings8 of ten years. According to his usual plan, he went to work first to make the outside attractive. The quadrangle where the pigs had fed was now a lawn, laid out with flower-beds. Of the dilapidated out-buildings, some had been pulled down, others built up and turned into additional bedrooms. Round the three sides of the court ran a piazza9 with easy-chairs, and tables, and ever more flowers, sure attraction to an English eye. Inside, his alterations10 had been more costly11. He had put in baths; he had laid on electric light; he had partially12 refurnished the house—not, however, with conventional "suites13" from Liège. They would not have suited the heterogeneous14 old mansion15, on whose lintel was[Pg 62] carved the date 1548, and which had been successively convent, country house, farm, and inn. For those who had eyes to see, there was in those days a good deal of fine old furniture, carved presses, beds, and so forth16, to be picked up in the farms and the villages. It had been a labor17 of love for Gardiner to go round bargaining for these things, and bringing them home in triumph to his picturesque18 old rooms. He made a play of his work, and a pet of his home; he grudged20 no labor spent in beautifying it; he enjoyed dressing21 it up, as a child dresses up a doll. In the end, what with polished floors, casement22 curtains, and Noah's Ark plants in pots, the place looked like a garden-city house, as Lettice unkindly remarked. There was nothing like it in the Ardennes.
His next step was to advertise, a branch of their business on which hotel-keepers in general do not seem to spend their brains. Gardiner did not want a mixed clientèle, he was out to attract the poorer gentry23, parsons, doctors, schoolmasters, retired24 colonels and commanders, literary men—the class which he had found pleasantest to deal with. Therefore he put his discreet25 little paragraphs into such papers as The Guardian26, The Church Times, The Author, The Journal of Education, The Spectator, and various ladies' periodicals. Each advertisement was worded differently, to suit its audience, but all wound up with the formula: "Inclusive terms, 4s. 6d. per day. Fifteen-day excursions, Dover—Rochehaut, second class, ￡1. 8s. 3d. Exact directions as to journey given." And to meet the demand which arose, he had leaflets printed, giving alternative routes by day or night, plans of stations, prices in detail, travel hints, the minute advice of an old traveler who knows every trick of the journey; leaflets which enabled the greenest novice27 to face the douane, and change at the right places, and catch the right trains. This branch of his work alone kept him busy, for he was his own secretary. But it gained him what he wanted, and filled his house. Satan had not much chance of finding Gardiner's hands at his disposal. Nevertheless, in those summer days he found time to get into mischief28.
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Lettice was enjoying herself very much in her own fashion, though to more adventurous29 souls her daily round might have seemed dull. She came down to breakfast at nine, and then crawled out half-a-mile to a certain brushwood pile in the forest, commanding the view over Frahan. There she sat down, the faggots providing a comfortable seat with a back. She took a work-bag and a Latin grammar, and spent her morning alternately in setting slow stitches in a green tablecloth30 and in learning Latin verbs from the volume open on her knee. After lunch she retired to her room in company with a sheaf of foolscap. If she wrung31 out one whole line in a day, she considered herself to have done brilliantly. After tea came a solemn constitutional with Denis, which, as her chronic32 tiredness wore off, extended from two miles to six, or even ten. Then followed dinner; and after dinner, bed at nine o'clock.
One morning about three weeks after her arrival she was starting on her customary crawl to the wood pile, when Dorothea jumped up from her seat on the terrasse.
"Are you going for a walk? May I come too?"
"I'm not going far," Lettice warned her in a discouraging hurry.
"I know; you go into the woods and sit down, don't you? I'll bring my book."
"That will be very nice," declared Lettice. Any one who knew the A B C of her expressions must have seen that she was, to put it prettily33, as cross as two sticks. Dorothea was not blind; nevertheless, she persisted. They walked in silence, Dorothea now a little ahead, now checking herself back to her companion's unalterable crawl. Arrived at the wood pile, Lettice sat down on the identical bundle of sticks which she had picked out for herself seventeen days before. She was conservative as a cat in all her ways.
The morning was hazy34. Round them the woods had been cleared of forest trees; there was a carpet of reddish leathery leaves, across which the great silver boles lay forlorn, amid the white chips of their slaughter35. Low bushes were green, and there were leaves overhead, a thin tracery; but [Pg 64]elsewhere only russet tones and gray, gray-stemmed saplings and grayish mists. Gray too was Frahan in the valley, softly molded in haze36, white the river circling its utterly37 improbable peninsula, gray the far mountains, pearl-gray and silver, losing themselves in silvery sky. Between her participles and her stitches Lettice would often lift up her eyes to the hills; she dearly loved a distant view. But to-day she was watching her companion.
Dorothea had plumped down among the withered38 leaves and sat there, hugging her knees and staring gloomily into the forest. To the feminine eye it was plain that she wore no stays; she bent39 about like a willow40 wand, and her attitudes were unstudied as a child's. Youth is often tragic41; but there was real bitter experience written on those soft childish contours, and it was the contradiction which interested Lettice. Turning her head suddenly, Dorothea caught her with her needle suspended, staring, and broke into her charming smile.
"I want to tell you something about myself; may I?"
Lettice instantly became all attention. Nature had designed her as a casket for confidences, and they were often poured into her patient ear. Dorothea uncurled herself and lay prone42, snuggling close, propping43 her chin in her hands, and looking now on the ground, now up at Lettice with her big soft eyes.
"It's a long tale, but it's really quite funny," she said. "It all began about money. There was a family place, and my father, when he died, left it to me, with his brother as my guardian; but the brother, my uncle, thought it ought to have been left to him direct, do you see?—not to a scrap44 of a girl. So he was very angry and always bore me a grudge19, and I do think he had a sort of grievance45, only he needn't have been so horrid46 about it. He wouldn't have been so bad but for his wife. She was a clever woman, and he was a big soft handsome booby who always believed what she told him; so when she said I was sly and wicked, of course he was sure I was. Well, I lived with them, and they had the use of my money. But they were always most[Pg 65] desperately47 afraid I should get married and take it away. So they wouldn't let me go anywhere. I never went to a dance, I never played tennis, I wasn't even let go out to tea or have any girl friends, not after I was fourteen. Clara (that's what I had to call her) used to go up to town, and shop in Bond Street, and do the round of the theaters, on my money, while I was left at home to dust the drawing-room and wash the stockings. It was funny! Just like Cinderella!"
"Why didn't you run away?"
"I hadn't any money except threepence a week, or any one to run to. Besides—" She hesitated. "You don't know how helpless a girl can be in the hands of a grown-up man," she said, with resurgent bitterness. "He used to tell me I was the sort of girl who makes a man want to thrash her. He did hit me once or twice. Oh! I could have killed him!"
She stabbed the dead leaves viciously with Lettice's scissors.
"But, but—but didn't people talk?" Lettice asked.
"Yes, they did, and some of them even quarreled with my uncle about me; but you see he told every one what a bad girl I was, and in a way it wasn't a lie, and he could make people believe it, because he believed it himself. He did really believe that I'd made father leave the money to me, though I was only five when he died. Why, sometimes I even got muddled48 myself, and used to feel I must be all the dreadful things he said. Oh! I was miserable49. You can be very, very miserable when you're seventeen, and it doesn't seem a bit funny then. I remember once I saved up my pennies and retrimmed my summer hat—I always hated the things she got for me—and made it look quite pretty. I was so pleased with it; and then when I came down she said it was unsuitable, and she made me take it off, and go to church in the horrid old brown felt I'd worn all the winter, though it was a broiling50 June day! I cried—I cried all the service. So to punish me, when we came out, she asked the vicar, me standing51 by, to change our pew, because she[Pg 66] said she couldn't trust me so near the choir52! (That was one of the things they always said, that I ran after men.) However, she was done that time, for the vicar played up like a trump53. He said he'd speak to the choir, and see they didn't annoy me again; and then he turned to me and paid the dearest old-fashioned compliment about my sweet face being enough to turn any young man's head—and me in that frightful54 old hat and my nose swelled55 purple with crying!" She burst out laughing.
"But you did get away at last?"
"Yes, I did. I found a friend to help me ... but I can't talk about that." Visibly, under Lettice's eyes, her face clouded over and changed. It was a significant change: not a mere56 shadow falling from without, but a revolution within. The under side of her nature, black with premature57 grief and premature passions, slowly turned its ugliness into view.
"Did you ever hate any one?" she asked, her voice sinking and her eyes glowing as she relived the feelings she described. "Did you ever know what it was to turn sick and cold with loathing58, to have the world go black, black, when a certain person comes near? Did you? No, I know you never did, you're far too good a Christian59. But I'm not a Christian. I don't believe in any religion of love. There's little enough love here, and what there is goes to the wall. And there's no love over us; just a cruel, cruel, grinding power, which delights in breaking to bits whatever it sees that's beautiful and happy. Oh, it's an ugly, cruel, hateful world!"
"I think it's a very nice world," said Lettice, her words falling like drops of soft water on white-hot steel. They did not very accurately60 reflect her thoughts, but Lettice's words seldom did that. Dorothea laughed them to scorn.
"You wouldn't if you were in my shoes," she said derisively61. She sat up. "Listen, and I'll tell you if you like. You've just heard what sort of life I had when I was a girl; I can laugh over it now, but it wasn't very gay at the time. Well, I got away, as I said; and for a little I was happy—oh, [Pg 67]I was—for just a little, little while. And then, in a moment—everything gone. Everything. All I'd cared for, and the hopes I had—oh, I had, I had such heavenly hopes—all gone, all broken, dead, dead, dead." She beat her palm on the ground. "I dare say if I'd been older I might have taken it better," she said, turning her eyes on Lettice with an appeal which nothing in earth or heaven could satisfy; for it was an appeal to the Moving Finger to go back, to reverse what had been written. "I might have been gentle and forgiving and resigned then. But I wasn't old enough. I'm only twenty-one now. And I'm tired—I'm tired."
The mournful vibrations62 of her voice died away.
"It is very tiring to hate anybody," said Lettice, deftly63 plucking the core of meaning out of these wild speeches. Dorothea did not seem to hear. Her eyes, transparent64 windows of her soul, were miserably65 sad. Presently with a quick sigh she roused herself, turned the key on memory and drew down the blind.
"There, that's enough about me. I didn't mean to tell you all this, but never mind, I'm glad you know. Now let's talk about something cheerful. Tell me about that handsome cousin of yours. What's he like?"
Lettice, who could not bear to see a book mishandled, had picked up Dorothea's, and was smoothing its rumpled66 pages. She accommodated herself with patience to this violent change of subject. "Denis?" she said. "He is very nice." Convenient word! In Lettice's vocabulary it covered a multitude of meanings.
"I like his face. He looks as if he were in the army. Is he in the army? What does he do?"
"He—he's a sort of engineer."
"An engineer? A civil engineer? That's not bad; they do do things worth doing—they and an explorer here and there, and the flying men—I like them best. I like courage, physical courage, it's far more interesting than moral. I shouldn't think your cousin would ever know what it was to feel afraid. And wouldn't he never tell a lie?"
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"Never," said Lettice, her eyes straying to her Latin grammar.
"Not even to save a friend? He'd do anything else, take any risk himself, but just not that? So that if he was pushed into a corner he'd have to tell the truth? That's just what I should have expected. Of course there are a few things I have against him," Dorothea ran on, seemingly at random67, though her downcast eyes were glowing. "He shouldn't like cats, nasty treacherous68 things, they're not a man's animal. And he shouldn't sing the hymns69 on Sunday out of that big book with tunes70. Going to church is all right, and suits him, but I can't bear that book. It's like the W.S.P.A." Presumably Miss O'Connor meant the Y.M.C.A. "Mr. Gardiner's his very greatest friend, isn't he? Would he tell lies, do you think?"
"I don't know," said Lettice, far down the passive voice of amo.
"What do you think of him?"
"I think he's very nice."
"Do not talk like that! I never in my life knew any one so—so perfectly72 systematically73 untruthful as you are! I don't believe you've once this morning said one single thing you really mean!" (But she was wrong, for Lettice had done so—once.) "Tell me what you think of Mr. Gardiner. Tell me. I want to know."
Lettice, chafing74 her arm, mutely reproachful, indicated the creases75 which Dorothea's grip had left on her pale blue linen76 sleeve. "You, you, you—you are so violent," she complained in her pianissimo drawl, which held always a hint of make-believe. "I don't know what you mean. I do think Mr. Gardiner is very nice." Then for the second time she let out a little piece of truth. "I shouldn't think he'd take failure well."
"Oh."
Abrupt77 silence. Dorothea sprang up and wandered off into the forest, slashing78 at the brambles with her stick,[Pg 69] jumping over logs that came in her way, just as a boy might have done. Indeed she looked like a boy in her rough tweeds and Norfolk coat, with her brown face and well-scratched hands. She had worn neither hat nor gloves since she came.
Lettice looked at her with shrewd and wideawake curiosity. She and Denis, pooling their observations, had been following the hidden course of Gardiner's love affair. So circumspectly79 had the pair behaved that not a soul in the hotel, except the two allies, had any inkling of the romance in progress. Yet it was serious enough, at any rate for Gardiner. He was in it up to the neck; no doubt about him. And Dorothea? Denis was of opinion that she meant business. Hadn't Lettice seen the expression (love-light was the word in his mind, but he didn't like to use it) in her eyes?
Lettice had always had her doubts as to that love-light, though she kept them to herself. This morning they had become certainty. Dorothea did not love Harry80 Gardiner—it was not love which had looked out of those too-clear eyes of hers when she asked that imperious question. No! Lettice had been illuminated81 by the certainty that he was the man whom, on her own showing, she had singled out to hate. Dorothea could hate, no doubt of that. The plain black and white of her emotions, love and hate, rapture82 and agony, they were somewhat startling in a world of neutral grays.
But at this point Lettice found herself up against a blank wall. What was Gardiner's offense83, and how did it happen that he did not know it himself? For he did not know; and Dorothea was planning her attack against a man who had thrown away his armor for love of her. This was not sporting. Lettice always instinctively84 took sides with the weak against the strong, with the victim against the avenger85. Besides, she liked Gardiner. She liked Dorothea too—with reservations; but her character was simpler, more homogeneous, easier to follow. She, in fact, was interesting historically, but not analytically86. Now the uncertain balance[Pg 70] of strength and weakness in Gardiner made him an engrossing87 study. He was transparent to Lettice, while she was opaque88 to him. "That inoffensive but very ordinary little person"—so he had called her: what a pity he could not look into her mind!
Thus Lettice abandoned the study of the passive of amo for its active voice. In the midst of her cogitations she was surprised to see Denis come in view, striding through the bracken. He sometimes called for her on his way back from the river, but now he was approaching from the direction of the hotel. Moreover, gloom sat upon his brow.
"I say, Lettice," he called out, the Irish accent unusually strong, "isn't it a nawful nuisance? Wandesforde's had a smash-up in his car, and he wants me back at once!"
Lettice gazed at him, slowly and thoughtfully rubbing her nose.
"I got the wire just as I was startin' for the river. No, he's not bad, only a broken arm. But the nuisance of it is that he's entered for a race on Friday week, and he wants me to take it on instead. I hate racing89 on a Friday—I hate racing at all, for that matter, mixin' oneself up with newspaper men and that sort of raffle90; but I'll have to do it."
"A race? What fun! What for?" asked Dorothea, coming up in time to hear the last words. She dropped down on a bundle of faggots, and extended under Lettice's nose a brown and purple palm full of blackberries. Lettice shook her head, slowly, twice. Dorothea, with a glint of fun, reached out to offer them to Denis. He screwed his eyeglass into place, gazed at them absently, and said: "No, thank you." Dorothea continued to wave them under his nose, in the manner of the importunate91 sidesman offering the plate to the stingy parishioner. Denis, yielding, still absently, chose a berry and swallowed it whole like a pill. Dorothea with a broad smile emptied the rest of her handful into her mouth, and hugged her knees again with her crimson92 hands. The whole had taken but a moment. "I didn't know you went in for racing. What did you say it was for?" she repeated.
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"Silver trophy93 offered by the Birmingham Courier. Cross-country, with compulsory94 halts at Redditch, Coventry, Polesworth, and Walsall. He'd scratch, if it weren't that we're both rather keen on testin' our new little bus. She's done one hundred and twenty and over on her trial flights—"
"Flights? It's an aeroplane race? You fly? You told me he was an engineer!" cried Dorothea, rounding on Lettice in hot reproach. "Why, I've been longing95 to meet a flying man for years! Go on, go on, tell me all about it. Do you fly much? How idiotic96 of me not to recognize your name!"
Here was the enthusiastic young lady, Denis's pet aversion; but, strange to say, he did not seem to mind her.
"Well, I build aeroplanes," he said, smiling. "It's my partner does the ornamental98 work. You may know his name—Wandesforde."
"Wandesforde? Sydney Wandesforde? Why, I should just think I do! He was the man who came in first in the London-Berlin race, and was disqualified for passing inside one of the controls in a fog. And then he had that marvelous escape, when his machine turned over in the air, and spilt him in a heap on the top plane, and he managed to regain99 control, and brought her down safely after all! Why, he's magnificent! I'd give—I'd give a thousand pounds to go up with him!"
"You can do it for less than that," said Denis, amused.
"Ah, but I mean in a race. A big flying race—it's about the one thrill worth having left in the world!"
"You should fly your own machine. That's better fun than bein' a passenger. Any one of the big schools would take you on, for a matter of seventy pounds or so. It's quite simple."
"Would they? Will you build me an aeroplane, if they do?"
"With pleasure, if you give me the commission."
"I shall come and see you about it directly I get back to England."
"Do."
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Lettice gazed from one to the other. Dorothea was like a rose, her eyes were sparkling; Denis was amused and interested. True that at present he saw only the enthusiast97, not the woman, but it was not to be supposed that he lacked the common instincts of human nature. Was this sudden friendship to be encouraged? Lettice answered that question by uprooting100 herself from her seat.
"It is one o'clock," she announced. "I am going home."
Denis, as her escort, rose too. Dorothea sat still, looking decidedly sulky.
"Aren't you coming, Miss O'Connor?"
"No. She doesn't want me to."
Lettice, who had already started on her homeward journey, obviously was not given to hear. Denis glanced, irresolute101, from that expressive102 back to Dorothea, but ended by raising his cap and hastening after his cousin.
"I'm sorry we bored you," he said, taking possession of her coat and bag and book.
"Don't mention it," returned Lettice with polite empressement.
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