The writs6 were out in August, the election was to be in October. Mary, who had begun to lose colour during the summer heats, grew animated7 again at the prospect8 of the bustle9. She had been getting introspective, too, had been sometimes fretful, sometimes glum10. She thought more than was good for her about things which could not be helped. But for a flying Sunday visit, she had not seen her own people since her wedding day; for Mr. Germain had given up Misperton once more, and seemed to dislike the notion of her leaving him at such a time as this. Here, then, was a chance for her to be useful. She told her husband that she felt sure of Farlingbridge, and when he shook his head despondent11 she told him why. “They like me there, you know,” she said, blushing and laughing. “I know they do; besides Mrs. Blyth told me so. Oh, and Colonel Dermott stopped me yesterday and said that you might be easy. He’ll speak for you wherever you want him.” Colonel Dermott was an introduction of hers to the penetralia of Southover; a fiery12 Irishman with a turn for sarcasm13. What he had really said to her was that he’d go to the stake for her, but that it wouldn’t be necessary. He admired her unaffectedly.
As the campaign progressed on its roaring way Mr. Germain became conscious that greater efforts than his own were necessary. The Honourable Mr. Levitt was untiring. He drove his own drag, and seemed to have a speech on the tip of his tongue for every village green. To Mr. Germain speeches were matters of enormous preparation, literary and economic. He balanced his periods as carefully as his convictions; he polished them, gave them form; but he could not fire them, because he had no fire. “We must give it ’em hot, Mr. Germain, we must indeed,” said Peake, the agent. Mr. Germain knew very well that he gave it them cold. The charming spectacle of his young wife, in red cloth, driving her ponies16 in red harness, a red bow on her whip and red roses in her bosom17, far from kindling18 him, whitened the ashes of his hearth19. She was pretty, she was gay, she went again and again to the attack, and coaxed20 for votes as a child for sweets. One great sensation was when Guy Chaveney ratted, and wore red; another when Levitt publicly alluded21 to her as his “fair enemy,” and was drowned in the cheers of his own party. Colonel Dermott swept her into debate with his hand. “Here’s the lady we follow and serve, gentlemen,” and he turned to her where she sat glowing on the platform. “By the powers, gentlemen, I’d run her up to Westminster by myself,” he went on; “but we’ll share in the enterprise, if you please.” A little more of that and we were in, said Mr. Peake.
Help from on high was promised, of an exciting kind. The Right Honourable Constantine Jess, President once of the Board of Trade, now Secretary of State apparent, offered to come down and help his old friend. He offered, I assume, in such a way that he could not be refused; for his approach was announced to Mary one morning over the breakfast table, and received by her with the calmness proper to county ladies. But there had been more. “He brings Tristram, his private secretary. You remember Tristram Duplessis, Mary?”
She managed it. “Yes,” she said. “I remember him very well.”
Mrs. Hartley—Mrs. Leonard Hartley, I mean—said that she had heard him speak. He reminded her of Mirabeau. Sir James Plash had asked, “Which Mirabeau?” and driven Mrs. Leonard into a corner.
“Oh, Carlyle’s, of course!” she answered—and the talk flowed over Tristram Duplessis.
But behind her fortification of silver urns22 and coffee-cups, she did remember him. Her eyes wide, sombre, and brooding, made no sign. It is the prerogative23 of county eyes to be still, and of married eyes to be indifferent. She did not smile at her thoughts, nor betray that they were not of a smiling kind. But she felt her heart quicken its beat, knew that she was to be put to the proof, and that her husband had chosen it to be so. To the racing24 rhythm in her head ran the refrain, “I knew he must come. He never forgets.”
Notes must be written and answers received. His was very short:—
“Dear Mrs. Germain,—I am very glad to come and help you. Certainly, we must bring him in. Yrs. sincerely, Tr. Duplessis.” It required sharp scrutiny25 to read between the lines of such a letter, and sharp scrutiny was applied—more than once. She pinched her lip over it as she sat alone, and carried it with her as she walked the park—but when she found herself doing that she tore it up. “I am very glad to come and help you”; that “you” was an after-thought. “Certainly, we must bring him in”; that “we” proved it. She knew, better than most, how Tristram could imply himself in a note. He had forgotten nothing, never would forget anything. No! No more had she forgotten.
Of all her former lovers this was the one man who could cause her any disquiet26, or have evoked27 any sensation. She could never have recalled herself as she had been, two years ago, by any other aid than his. John Rudd? Ambrose Perivale? It is doubtful if she would have known them again. Sharper memories, a sharper fragrance28 clung about Tristram. Of all of them, it was with him that her relations had been the least explicit29; but it had been he, also, who had thereby30 implied the most. He was master of implication—that delicate art which leaves it to the imagination of the object to read what precisely31 is implied. Had Tristram implied love? She never knew: that made Tristram’s dealing32 so exciting. Of course he had admired her; his savage33 looks, as if she stung and vexed34 him, had assured her of that. Her presence—her near presence—seemed always to make him angry; her absence angrier still, since he always came after her, and never forgot to let her see how angry he had been. Yes, he admired her; but admired other things more, much more: his books, his scholarship, the power he had, and, vastly more, himself. He was endlessly interested in himself, only “liked” her as showing him himself in new aspects; but she accepted that as a part of him, like the cut of his clothes; and there was no doubt as to her own feeling; she had admired Tristram on this side adultary, just on this side. Tristram intended to be Somebody: he used to tell her so, in a way which made her understand that he knew her to be a little Nobody. All the same, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, or his steps from turning to where she was, or was like to be. In a sense, then, she had drawn35 Tristram Duplessis; and that’s an exciting thing for a little nobody to do.
If he had been her lover as well, it had been in a way of his own. He had told her often and often that he disapproved36 of her—of her too speaking eyes, for instance (which could and did speak in those days), of her little affairs with Dick or Tom, as to which he had given himself the trouble to be exactly informed; of her lack of ambition; and because she was a dunce. And she had laughed or blushed, or been offended—she had never been hurt; and had allowed herself to be put under the rod of his tongue, or the gibe37 of his eyes again and again. She thought now—with hot cheeks—that she ought to have felt herself insulted, and, with hotter cheeks, that it was doubtful even now whether she would feel herself so. To have a book thrown into her lap, with the inference that she couldn’t read it; to be kissed without leave asked, or to kiss again without notice taken—these should have insulted Mary Middleham: but would they insult Mary Germain? Tingling38 cheeks were no answer.
Tristram had indeed been very exciting; he had been unaccountable, arbitrary, splendid; to have attracted his scowling39 looks had been one of her triumphs. It had been a triumph, even, that Misperton Brand knew all about it, and that part of it had been scandalized. Yet—and for all that—thinking over it now, with his coming again so close at hand, she knew perfectly40 well that she had not been in love with him, and was not in love with him now. He had treated her in too lordly a fashion altogether. Dimly she could guess that love was another affair. It might be possible for a girl to worship a man as a god—but that was never love. She knew better than that now. But certainly she must confess, even now, to a tenderness for her reminiscences of Tristram, who had singled her out of a herd41, watched, followed, engrossed42 her, and in his own morose43 and grudging44 way had seemed to be in love with her. He had known how to kiss, anyhow. As she inhaled45 the sharp fragrance of those days she was again excited. There had been glamour46. She recalled, with a thrill, the Sunday afternoon when Mrs. James had caught him reading Shelley to her under the apple tree, and blushed anew as she had blushed then. And the continuous alarm of the affair! The moments snatched in pauses of the chase! Yes, there had been glamour, and it had been sweet—perilous and sweet. It was a thing to remember, but not to fear. She didn’t think she need fear anything, especially as she had told Mr. Germain all about it—or as good as told him.
But it’s always ticklish47 work, meeting an old heart’s acquaintance on new terms. Neither party to the business can face it quite unmoved. For him, there’s the painful, curious inquiry:—“This, this is she with whom I had fondly hoped—! Now, look, there is knowledge stored within those limpid48 eyes—and I might have put it there! She and I share experiences, which He—that interloper—can never share. With this I must dress my wounded side.” All that his handshake, or his bow, may convey to her. Upon her side—the sedately49 conscious of two men’s regard—veiled within her eyes there’s this for the ousted51 lover: “You may spare me the rod. I am another’s, who might have been yours. You loved me once, you told me; be charitable now!” And all that she will express in the flutter of her greeting.
Tristram Duplessis, loose-limbed, flushed, frowning as of old, may have implied it, or she, who played him hostess of Southover, may have appealed in that fashion. “How d’you do?” was what he said in words, when he took her hand, which she held out, in a nerveless clasp. He had arrived late in the afternoon, when the hall was fully15 occupied; stockinged young men, in from shooting, short-kirtled ladies, in from getting in their way; a dowager or two reading evening papers, and a whiskered professor in slippers52. One must imply skilfully53 in such a company.
And then, to be sure, there was Mr. Constantine Jess, ponderous54, benevolent55, all for domesticity, to be reckoned with. All women liked Mr. Jess because, although he was prodigiously56 learned, he owned to a weakness for small talk and soft voices. It was he, then, who had the triumph of the entry. “Ah, Mrs. Germain, this is a welcome indeed. And doth not a meeting like this make amends57?” His quick, full-cushioned eyes swept the corners of the room—“My dear Lady Barbara—! Lady Wentrode, your servant—How d’ye do? How d’ye do?” These things accomplished58, he turned to his hostess, cup in hand, and sank into the cushions by her side. “We have not met, I think, since that auspicious59 day—two years ago? Is it that? Dear me, how Time makes sport with us! One should hear the Titans laugh. I had promised myself an earlier contemplation of your felicity, but—business! business!” He sighed, drained his teacup, and asked for more. “It must have been within a week of your marriage that my young friend and I took a fancy for each other. A marriage of minds! Tristram, my dear fellow, when was it?” He had taught his secretary the duty of playing chorus. That was very necessary to Mr. Jess.
Tristram, leisurely60, as of old, sipped61 his tea before answering, got up and waited for another cup while he collected his reply. “It’s a long time—I know that. Thanks, no sugar.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry—I forgot.” She looked up at him hazardously62. “You always took it, I thought?”
The campaign was broached64 by Mr. Jess. “Well, and how does my friend in the field? Gallantly65, I am sure; happily, I hope.”
Mrs. Germain thought that he would win. “He works very hard. He’s speaking now, somewhere—out of the carriage, at a harvest home. I ought to have been with him, but——”
“You stayed to be hospitable66 to us. We are grateful. At least, I speak for myself. Tristram there takes kindness for granted.”
“Not Mrs. Germain’s,” said Tristram, and startled her.
However, she laughed. “I don’t think it was very kind of me; I was glad to be let off. I’m sure everything will go right now. Did you know that you must begin to-night, Mr. Jess? Do you mind? There’s a meeting at the Corn Exchange at eight. We are dining early.”
Mr. Jess laid his comfortable hand upon his heart. “I follow my leader. Where she calls me I am ever to be found.”
And then she raised her eyes to Tristram. “Will you speak for us, Mr. Duplessis?” He started, as out of a stare.
“Who? I? Oh, I’ll do as I’m bid, of course.”
“Enlist him, my dear lady, enrol67 him,” cried Mr. Jess, twinkling, “but if you love me, let him follow me. He has a note like a trumpet68.”
“Really?” She opened her eyes upon Tristram.
“I can make a row,” he admitted. “But perhaps Germain won’t like that.”
“I am sure he will like whatever you do,” said she. Duplessis made no answer, but did not shirk the reflection that, if he did, it would indicate a striking change in the gentleman’s views.
At this moment a fair-haired young lady in a riding-habit—Miss Nina Swetebrede of Copestake—came in, craving69 tea. She distributed her nods and smiles on either hand as she advanced to the table. “Dear Mary, I’m so tired,” she pleaded. “Do feed me, and make a fuss of me, and I shall love you.” The newly arrived gentlemen were made known to her, and Mr. Jess courtly and tenderly jocular, ministered to her needs. She annexed70 him without scruple71. This left Duplessis in possession of the tea-table. But the attack was Mary’s.
“So you have taken to politics in earnest?”
He shrugged72. “I don’t know that I’m in earnest. That’s putting politics rather high. The game is as good as another.”
She might have known that he would never admit earnestness—to her. But she felt snubbed.
“The fact is,” he went on, “that either every side in politics is partly right, in which case it’s only common honesty to say so—or that all sides are entirely73 wrong, which means that only rascals74 can succeed at it. So that, in any event, one must be more or less of a rogue75.”
She ventured a little laugh. “I know what you mean—or think I do. I know more about politics than I did—once.”
He parried that. “One gets to know something, of course. You talk of nothing else here, I suppose?”
There seemed to be a sting in this. Loyalty76 must meet it. “But indeed we do—” she began, and he saved the position for her by saying that he wished he could say the same for himself. “But there’ll be no chance of rational conversation,” he told her, “until that fellow’s safely in the Home Office.”
Mr. Jess was placidly77 contemplating78 Miss Nina Swetebrede’s candid3 blue eyes, and knew nothing of what may have tickled79 his hostess. Tristram, in a few minutes, asked to be shown his room. “I’ve got a heap of letters to write, and some to read. May I ring?”
In the pauses of the party strife80, when the champions were out in the lists, Mrs. Germain played lightly upon her heart-strings, plucking chiefly that chord of glamour as she remembered it to have been. Duplessis, who noticed everything about her down to the smallest detail—her clothes, her neatly81 cut shoes, her manner with servants, with Germain, with the roaring public of the hustings—thought that she carried off the thing very well. Better, no doubt, in his absence; but still, very well. She was shy of him, and that was charming, because it gave her colour and sparkle; she was quickly on her dignity—and that was touching82. She seemed to court his good opinion, to dress her little window wistfully. She made him think of a pullet with its first egg; still more touching, by Jove! because there was no egg, and little likelihood of one. And how careful she was! And how she appealed! “Here I am,” she seemed to be saying, with every look, “trusted and responsible, but oh, so safe! Be generous!” He began to judge her again. A girl of her sort, she could no more help using her eyes than avoid breathing through her nose. With every darted83 look, with every droop84 of the lids she put herself at his discretion85. Well, she needn’t be afraid, poor little soul. He could afford to be generous to one who amused and touched him at once.
Pity is a heady wine. In a man of this sort—your conqueror-by-instinct—it inspires magnanimity; and the worst of that virtue86 is—you can’t be truly magnanimous until you have reduced the object of your charity to destitution87 and misery88. Before you can lift her out of the mire14 you must see her in it. He may have been tempted89, but her appealing look tempered his rage. Even his grudge90 against Germain was less sharp than it had been. Germain! Germain, and this love-lorn little creature with her peering eyes! Good Heavens, let her take her joy where she could.
They were rarely alone together, and when they were she was extraordinarily91 circumspect92. But he was master of inuendo, and knew her a good scholar. There was no need for him to say Heigho! to hear it echo from her breast. And the less he said the more she would have him say, he fancied. But he was wrong there.
He said to her once before he left Southover—“I must ask you this. You are happy?”
She stiffened93 instantly, and looked steadily94 in front of her—at the south front of Southover, it so happened. “I am very happy.”
“That’s good. I had to ask, you know.”
“Had you?” she said na?vely—and then, “I wonder why?”
“You would say I have no business to care?”
She faced him. “No, I shouldn’t. You are free to do as you like.”
“And you—?” He frowned. “Aren’t you free, too?”
She touched the flowers in her breast, looking at them. “Yes, of course, I am. It was nice of you to ask me. I am very happy.”
A cul de sac, that way. Damn it.
Once, at dinner, the person of Jack95 Senhouse came up for debate. Several persons present had some hand in the game. Mr. Jess and Tristram tossed the name about, across and across. Lady Barbara Rewish flicked96 it as it passed; Mr. Germain gave it a sedate50 lift into the air. When it came to Mary, she let it drop. Mr. Senhouse belonged to her innermost self; nobody present knew that she had had anything to do with him. But two things nearly lost her her self-possession. One was to hear her friend in public discussion—and here she exulted97 in her secret. The other was Duplessis’s scorn of him. That made her hot.
“I was at school with that idiot,” he had said, “and at Cambridge. He was always a waster—but he used to comb his hair in those days.” He looked down the table at Mary; the shuttlecock was with her, and she let it drop. He saw her do it.
Mr. Germain was now under way, and gave it a lift. “I remember that Mr. Senhouse proposed on one occasion to sleep near my coverts—too near to suit the views of Cradock, however. I regretted what followed.”
“What did follow?” somebody asked.
“Well—I regretted it,” said Mr. Germain, closing his eyes for a moment. “Mr. Senhouse accepted my explanation in the kindest way. I must confess that I took no particular notice of his hair, save to observe that he wore it uncovered.”
“He wears it long,” said Tristram, and glanced at Mary Germain.
“If he wears it uncovered,” said Mr. Jess, “he’ll wear it longer than you, my young friend.”
“He may wear it to his heels,” Tristram replied; “but not in my company.” Here Mrs. Germain gave the signal, and the gentlemen were left to politics.
“That idiot” robbed Tristram of some chance of magnanimity. In the drawing-room he found it out.
“You know Senhouse?” he asked her. She had no fear of him now.
“Quite well. He is a friend of mine.”
“Has he been here?”
“I think not. He doesn’t like big houses.”
“I should be very pleased to see him. I like him extremely.”
He laughed. “He’s a great talker. Always was.”
“He talks very well,” said she, “and listens very well.”
“Personally, he leaves me speechless.” Here Duplessis rose, and added with fatigue99, “But I see we are not going to agree about Senhouse.”
She looked blankly before her. “No—obviously.” Mr. Germain asked her to sing, and she obeyed with alacrity100. She sang prettily101, but not well. Ordinarily she failed in attack; but under Duplessis’s watching brows it seemed that some new spirit had entered into her. She had never sung better.
The election came and was made, and John Germain, Esquire, of Southover House, triumphed over Mr. Leopold Levitt. The very next day the new Secretary of State (for all had gone well with the party) made his farewells, and took his private secretary with him. Tristram, wanting scope for magnanimity, had been morose since the Senhouse discussion.
But he gulped103 it. “I am glad to have been of any use. You’ll be in town for the session, of course.”
“I suppose so. We shall hope to see you.”
“Many thanks. You are not supposed to see through Secretaries of State—but Jess should be a good medium. So it’s arrivederci.”
She gave him her hand. “Good-bye—.” But he held it for a minute.
“We are friends again—after this?”
She withdrew. “Yes, indeed. Good-bye.”
Friends! It was the result of some very careful balancing, and an odd result, that if Senhouse lost nothing in her regard, Duplessis lost nothing either. His arrogance104, you see, was so entirely in character; and it is satisfactory to a woman to find a man come out true to type; it’s assurance of strength in him. He had been very odious105, and his judgment106 of a better man was laughable; but he had been superb, all the same. So that it seemed she could be friendly with the pair of them.
There was still a third friend to reckon with. On the day of the departure of the election guests Mr. Germain was very talkative at dinner, and drank more wine than usual; two glasses of port, for instance. He was full of his projects, high in hope; you could detect the cheer under his voice. “Does my Mary see—?” or “I hope my dear one can follow that line of thought,” or “I think my child may be satisfied with such a position of trust”—it might be. He thanked her for the “loyal help” she had given him; made her sit with him after dinner, instead of sending her to the drawing-room; held her hand, patted or stroked it, and presently fell asleep, holding it still. Finally, when it was bedtime, he took her in his arms.
She submitted to his embrace, and gave him the kisses he sought; but no more. Presently she looked kindly107 at him, with a certain power unknown to him before. It spelled gentle negation—pronounced with extreme gentleness, but not to be mistaken. Then she kissed him of her own accord, disengaged herself, and went away. He sat, with shaded eyes, for a long time motionless, but not asleep. His eyebrows108 were arched to their highest; once or twice his lips moved; he seemed to be crying out upon himself. When they met in the morning it was as usual, or seemed to be so. But his dream was over for good and all; and he had muffled109 himself against the cold.
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