He was a large, flat, pale yellow gentleman, with a peculiarly penetrating3 metallic4 voice. He had a very long nose, with a broad tip curving upwards5, and small keen eyes which darted6 everywhere. Without the slightest hesitation7 he took the place which from time immemorial belonged to Mr. Fothersley at all Mentmore 64parties. Under the beech-tree, where by all the rights of precedence Mr. Fothersley should have led the conversation, Mr. Pithey’s metallic voice held sway and drove all before it. In the usual walk round the garden, always personally conducted by Mr. Fothersley and his hostess, Mr. Pithey laid down the correct lines on which to bed out, to grow carnations8, to keep down weeds, or anything else that cropped up. When Mr. Fothersley drew attention to the fact that on any of the courts the final of the hard-fought set was in progress, it was Mr. Pithey’s voice that drowned all others as he shouted “Well played!” and gave advice to all concerned. In fact, Mr. Pithey dominated the party.
Mrs. Pithy10, a small blue-faced lady, very expensively dressed, sat in a comfortable basket chair with her feet on a stool and, unless actually asked a question, she spoke11 to no one except her husband, whom she always addressed by name. Bertie when she remembered, ’Erb when she forgot.
Even the arrival of Lady Condor12, undoubtedly13 the personage of the place, made no impression on this strange couple’s evident conviction that they were people of supreme14 importance in the universe. Lady Condor could have put the Old Gentleman himself in his place 65if the mood were on her, but on this occasion, as it happened, she was frankly15 and evidently entertained by the Pitheys. Mr. Fothersley regretted it. Seldom had he looked out more anxiously for the arrival of her wheeled chair surrounded by its usual escort of five white West Highlanders. Lady Condor always used her chair, in preference to her car, for short journeys, so that her dogs also might have an outing. Seldom had he been more disappointed in her, and Lady Condor was given to amazing surprises. This was certainly one of them. Solemnly, and as far as was possible in his manner conveying the honour being conferred on him, Mr. Fothersley led Mr. Pithey to Lady Condor’s chair, so soon as she had been ensconced by her hostess in a comfortable and shady spot near the tea-tables and with a good view of the tennis. Not that she ever looked at it for more than a second at a time, she was always too busy talking, but it was de rigueur that she should have the best place at any entertainment.
Mrs. Pithey, for the moment, it was impossible to introduce, as it would plainly not occur to her to leave her chair until she had finished her tea for anybody, except, possibly, Mr. Pithey.
Mr. Fothersley effected Mr. Pithey’s introduction admirably. The delicate shade of deference16 66in his own manner left nothing to be desired.
“May I be allowed to present Mr. Pithey, dear Lady Condor?” he asked, deftly17 bringing that gentleman’s large pale presence into her line of vision.
“Ah—how-d’ye-do? No, don’t trouble to shake hands.” She waved away a large approach. “You can’t get at me for the dogs. And where are my glasses? Arthur, I have dropped them somewhere. Could it have been in the drive? No, I had them since. What! on my lap? Oh yes—thank you very much.”
She put them on and looked at Mr. Pithey, and Mr. Pithey looked at her.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said. “Do you always take a pack of dogs about with you?” Plainly Mr. Pithey disapproved18. Jock and Jinny, father and mother of the family, were moving in an unfriendly manner round his feet. “Just call them off, will you?”
Mr. Fothersley awaited the swift and complete annihilation of Mr. Pithey. It was a matter of doubt if even Lady Condor could have accomplished19 it; at any rate, she made no attempt. She continued to look at him with what might almost be described as appreciation20 in her shrewd eyes under their heavy lids. Only she did not call the dogs off.
67And then, to an amazed company of the Mentmore élite, she gave Mr. Pithey her whole and undivided attention for the space of nearly half an hour.
Mr. Pithey gave his opinion as it was always apparently21 his pride and pleasure to do, on many and various things.
“The old order changeth, yielding place to new,” might have served for the text of Mr. Pithey’s conversation.
“Who’s been at the head of affairs in this village I don’t know,” he said largely, “but more rotten management, more want of enterprise, more lack of ordinary sense, I’ve never come across. Why, you see it everywhere! Here’s the whole place without any light, unless you call lamps and candles light, and a stream running through the place. Water power at your doors, by Jingo! And money in it too, or I shouldn’t be taking it up. Ever been in Germany?” He gulped23 down his third cup of tea, and looked around at his now more or less interested audience.
“Well, they’ve got electric light in every potty little village you go to, got it there still at this minute, and”—Mr. Pithey laid a large yellow hand on Lady Condor’s knee—“cheaper than you can get it over here.”
68“One really can’t believe it!” exclaimed Mrs. North. “Surely it’s not possible!”
“Everything is possible,” said Lady Condor, curiously24 examining Mr. Pithey’s hand through her glasses.
“I was over there, staying near Cologne on business last week,” returned Mr. Pithey impressively. “So I ought to know. And when you know me better, Mrs. North”—Mr. Fothersley’s shudder25 was almost audible—“you’ll know I don’t talk without my book. I got nails over there—metal, mind you—cheaper than you can get ’em here. P’rhaps you won’t credit that!”
He helped himself to more cake, and started afresh.
“Now look at the farming round about here. Rotten, that’s what it is, rotten! Never went in for it myself before, but I know when a concern’s run as it should be or not. There’s only one farm in this district that’s real tip-top, and that’s Thorpe. It’s a little bit of a place, but it’s well run. Run by a woman too! But she’s a fool. If you’ll believe me, I offered her a twenty-five per cent. profit on whatever the price she gave for that little place, and she wouldn’t take it. Just have suited me to play with. And there’s one or two things there I’d 69like up at the Court. By the way, any gentleman or lady here got some of those old lead water tanks they’d like a fancy price for, because I’m a buyer.”
By this time the assembly under the beech-tree was more or less paralysed, and Mrs. North was wondering what madness had possessed26 her to be the first to ask Mr. Pithey to meet Lady Condor. But Lady Condor continued to beam; not only to beam, but every now and then to break into a chuckle27. And yet this was not at all the sort of thing one would have expected to amuse her.
“Old lead water tanks!” she repeated, thoughtfully. “Dear Arthur, would you mind putting Jock on my lap? Thank you so much. And now Jinny! There, darlings! Don’t be nervous, Mr. Pithey. They never really bite unless you come too close. Let me see, where were we? Oh—yes—tanks! No, I am afraid I have none for sale just now.”
“You see,” said Mr. Pithey confidentially28, “if I get the stuff off some of you old inhabitants I know it’s the right sort, and I don’t mind what I pay.”
“If you go on talking much longer, Bertie, you’ll be late for seeing the man who’s coming about the butler’s place,” said Mrs. Pithey, suddenly, 70from her chair. She had just finished her tea, and swept many crumbs29 from her lap as she spoke.
“Quite right, my dear! Quite right!” Mr. Pithey rose as he spoke. “I’m never late for an appointment, Mrs. North. Matter of conscience with me, never mind who it’s with, butler or duke.” It was characteristic of Mr. Pithey that he put the butler first. “Well, good-by to you all.” Mr. Pithey shook hands largely all round, followed by Mrs. Pithey. “Pleased to have met your Ladyship. Sorry not to have seen your good husband, Mrs. North. The man in this place, I reckon. That margarine business of his is one of the best managed in Leicester, and we don’t let flies walk on us there, anyhow. He goes in for a bit of science and writing as well, doesn’t he? Good all round man, eh?”
And, conscious of having been generally pleasant, Mr. Pithey removed his large pale presence to where his Rolls-Royce car awaited him in the front drive.
“I know you will forgive me, dear lady,” said Mr. Fothersley, his voice trembling with emotion, “if I do not see them off.”
“Indeed, yes!” exclaimed Mrs. North. The allusion30 to the margarine factory had made her hot all over. “What perfectly31 hateful people! 71He did nothing but talk, and she did nothing but eat!”
Lady Condor arose briskly from her chair, scattering32 West Highlanders around her.
“Where is Roger?” she demanded. “I am going to be really clever if I can only concentrate sufficiently33 to say what I mean. Don’t distract my thoughts, any of you! But I must have Roger! He is the only really brainy one among us—at least, I mean he is the only one who’s used his brains. I have naturally a very good brain, but it is rusty34 from want of use. All our brains are rusty. But what is it I want? Oh yes—Roger. In his study, my dear? Let us all go—yes. Where are my glasses, and my gloves? Please put them in your pocket until I go, Arthur. I cannot afford to lose them as I used to do. Down, children! down!”
She took Mrs. North’s arm, and with Mr. Fothersley on her other hand and the dogs in full chorus, started across the lawn toward the house.
“Well played, Violet! well played! The child’s as good as ever at it. But where were we going? Oh yes—I must have Roger. We will surprise him through the window. He will be very cross, but he won’t say anything because it’s me. Ah—but there he is——”
North’s long figure came out into the sunlight, 72and as he approached the group he had much the air of a big schoolboy who had been playing truant35.
“I apologize profusely,” he said. “My intentions were of the very best. I intended to come out to tea, but I happened on Mr. Pithey in the hall, where he was endeavouring to purchase Mansfield——”
There was a chorus of exclamations36.
“Well, he was asking Mansfield to recommend him a good butler for a gentleman’s establishment. Salary no object, if man satisfactory. I confess I ran away. Lady Condor, if you will drink another cup of tea I should love to fetch it for you, but it is plainly not my fault if you will encourage my wife to entertain these people.”
“You would never entertain anybody if you had your own way,” said his wife.
“I would always entertain Lady Condor. Or rather, I am always sure Lady Condor will entertain me.”
“Well, I am delighted with Mr. Pithey,” announced Lady Condor, reoccupying her chair, and enjoying the sensation she created. “Yes. In Mr. Pithey I see our—now what is the word I want?—oh yes—our avenger38! The people have dethroned Us. They are taxing Us out of existence. Condor told me this morning he must 73put the Cleve estate into the market. I shall be lucky if I keep my diamonds, and poor Hawkhurst will be lucky if he and his wife don’t end in the workhouse. But where was I? I had got it all in my head just now. If only I could write it all down directly I think of it, I could make my fortune as a writer of leaders in a daily paper. Yes. They have dethroned Us, and they will get Pitheys, dozens of Pitheys, instead. We shall be ruined, obsolete39, extinct, but we shall be revenged. They will get Pitheys in our place. Heaven be praised! The old nouveaux riches were bearable. They had reverence40, they recognized their limitations, they were prepared to be taught. Look at you dear people, of course we have all known about the margarine. And you, dear Nita, yours was wine—or was it mineral water?—something to drink, wasn’t it? We needn’t hide anything now, because the Pitheys will strip everything bare. If you dear things had come here with 2?d. a year, and lived in a villa22, we should never have known you. And yet—yes, now I have it—yet really and truly, Roger was the real aristocracy. The aristocracy of brains. The margarine and wine didn’t matter, nor did the money—at least, I mean it ought not to have. I’m getting terribly muddled41! And where is my scarf? Did I drop it when I got up? Oh, here it is. 74You see, We made the aristocracy of wealth. We couldn’t resist the shoots in Scotland for the boys, and the balls for the girls, and the snug42 directorships on big companies. Yes—we smirched our position—our grandfathers and grandmothers would never have done it. And now here we are positively43 being patronized—yes, dear Arthur—patronized by Pitheys. I think I have gone off on to another tack44. It was losing my scarf! But I am delighted with Pithey. He will avenge37 Us on the masses—Pithey the Avenger—yes. But I should have put it much better if I could have said it while he was here. Arthur, do look more cheerful! Think of Pithey as the avenger. It makes him so bearable. And I will have that cup of tea, Roger!”
“I cannot laugh,” said Mr. Fothersley. His voice, even though addressing Lady Condor, held a word of rebuke45. “We should never have called! It enrages46 me to think that we should have submitted to such—such——”
Words failed him. “However,” he added, “we have reason to be thankful we did not call on the St. Ubes. I gathered to-day that the name, which might easily have misled us, was originally Stubbs. I shall not call. These Pithey people——”
“Mrs. Pithey disapproves48 of me,” she announced. “She is probably telling Mr. Pithey that I paint. I must own it is very badly done to-day; Mullins was in a temper. She always makes me up badly when she is in a temper. Now do let us enjoy ourselves! Let us forget the Pithian invasion. Thank you—and some cake—yes. And some one else must have some tea to keep me company. Dear Nita—yes. The poor hostess never gets enough tea. Now this is cosy49. And where are my glasses? I have not looked at the tennis yet. And I know it is very good. And I have not spoken to dear Violet, or to Fred. And there, why surely they are playing together. Did they draw together? How strange! The child is lovelier than ever. And now they have finished. Bring them to have tea with me. What is Fred now? A major! Isn’t it too ridiculous? And I suppose those little boys you have brought with you in R.A.F. uniforms are Brigadier-Generals. And have you won the tournament, my dears?”
“No,” said Fred Riversley. He and Violet had shaken hands and had waited till Lady Condor stopped for breath. “No. I 76played very badly. Even Vi couldn’t pull me through.”
He was a fair heavily-built young man, and while the ladies talked, all three seemingly at once, for Lady Condor rarely ceased, he sat down on the grass and was at once the centre of attraction for the five dogs. When a momentary50 pause occurred, he asked, “How’s Dudley?”
“Dudley,” said Lady Condor, “has got his aluminium51 leg. It is really too wonderful. You’d never guess it wasn’t a real live leg—unless he tries to run, which of course he mustn’t do. But everything else. And John, we had letters from only yesterday. Russia—yes—and Heaven knows when we’ll get him back. And where is your Harry52? Why, it seems only yesterday he was retrieving53 tennis balls in a sailor suit!”
“Harry is stuck at Marseilles,” said Riversley, “on his way to Egypt. Doesn’t know what’s going to happen to him till Peace is signed.”
The little group fell on a sudden silence, a silence that the steady thud of the tennis balls, the call of the scores, the applause, did not touch. A shadow seemed to cross the sunbathed54 lawns and brilliant flower-beds. There were others whom they all remembered, of 77whom no one would ever ask for news again.
Riversley got up and carried the empty cups back to the tea-table. Then he stood and watched the tennis for a little space.
His mind moved heavily, but he was conscious that, in spite of all the momentum55 given by a great reaction, it would not be so easy as of old to make a business of pleasure.
Presently he slipped away to the peace and seclusion56 of his father-in-law’s study. It was a long low room, lined from floor to ceiling with books. North’s writing-table stood in one window, the other opened on to the lawn, while a further means of escape was afforded by a second door at the end of the room opening into his laboratory. In the great armchair guarding the hearth57 slept respectively Larry and Victoria, the little lady fox-terrier who owned Roger North. Between Vic and Larry there existed a curious compact, immovable apparently as the laws of the Medes and Persians. Each had a share of the room on which the other never encroached, and Larry possessed certain privileges, plainly conceded by Victoria, with regard to North, beyond which he never went. In all other matters the two were fast friends, and had been so long before Larry came to live at Westwood. Lady Condor’s West Highlanders they tolerated in the garden, 78but never in the house. Both dogs greeted Riversley with effusion, and the heavy, silent young man sat with Victoria on his knee and Larry at his feet, surrounding himself with clouds of smoke and stroking the little sleek58 head against his arm.
“No.” Riversley emptied his pipe of ashes and began to refill it.
“I’ve made the excuse of business in London,” he went on after that little pause. “I think Vi wants a change from—everything.”
There was another pause, but still North did not speak. He understood this stolid60 and apparently rather ordinary young man better than most people did. He knew the difficulty with which he spoke of things that touched him deeply, things that really mattered. So he lit his cigar and passed the light in silence, and presently Riversley went on again.
“You see, I still think Vi did the best thing she could, under the circumstances, when she married me,” he said, “but even so it has not been the success I hoped it would have been. There’s something wrong. Something more than having to put up with me instead of a chap like old Dick. It was a knock-down blow 79losing him, but Vi was damned plucky61 over that, and it doesn’t account for——”
“What?” asked North, sharply this time, when the usual pause came.
“I don’t know,” answered Riversley, stolid as ever. “That’s what worries me. I can’t put a name to it. But there’s something wrong. Vi’s altered, and it isn’t for the better.”
“Altered?”
“Well, she looks at things differently—she’s lost—oh, I don’t know.”
“No. I’m a stupid sort of a fellow, or perhaps I’d understand better what’s wrong. The only thing definite that I can lay hold of is, that she gets sudden spasms63 of hatred64, and it’s—well, it’s like looking into a red-hot hell. I don’t know how else to describe it. She always had a bit of a temper, you know, but this is different. And”—his voice dropped a little and lost its steadiness for a moment—“the animals won’t go near her sometimes.”
There was a queer strange silence for a minute across which the laughter outside broke like a jangling wire.
“I expect she’s treated them unjustly,” said North, conscious even as he spoke of the futility65 of his reason.
80“Dogs never resent where they care,” said Riversley briefly66. “It’s not that. They—they are afraid of her for some reason, and it’s horribly uncanny sometimes. I thought perhaps if she came down here without me, had a rest from me you know, it would help her a bit.”
North nodded. “I think you are wise. I hope it’s only a passing phase. She’s been through a stiff time, and we are none of us yet quite normal, I fancy.”
“It isn’t as if she’d care for me,” Riversley went on steadily67. “I took my risk, and I’d take it again, and I’m not blaming her, mind you. And I’m only telling you about it because she seems to hang on to you, and you’ll be able to help her better if you know.”
“Yes, I understand that,” returned North. He felt, as a matter of fact, particularly helpless. What Riversley had just told him, coupled with Violet’s outburst to himself that afternoon, worried and disturbed him not a little. He remembered those words of hers: “Sometimes I am frightened.” The words overwrought, hysterical68, long-strained, jumbled69 in his mind and brought no comfort. Then suddenly, like a hand stretched out to a stumbling man, came the thought of Thorpe, its radiant peace, the steady eyes of Ruth Seer. And with 81that came the thought of Dick Carey. He looked across at Riversley.
“There’s one thing I’d like to tell you,” he said, “and that is, Dick wished Violet had chosen you instead of himself. He felt somehow that you were really better suited to her.”
“He always felt he was too old for Vi. But she was desperately71 in love with him, and he knew it, and you know old Dick. Besides, Vi could twist almost any man round her little finger. But that he would have been glad if her choice had fallen on you instead of himself, I have no doubt whatever.”
Riversley stood up, filling his chest with a long breath. “Thank you for telling me,” he said. “It’s a help.”
“There’s one other thing I’d like to say,” North went on, speaking rather hurriedly, “and that is, see that you and Vi don’t get like myself and her mother. Vi is like her in some ways, and though no doubt I’ve been in fault too, and we were always wholly unsuited, yet we began under better conditions than you have. And now we’ve got on each other’s nerves so much that everything she says or does irritates me, and vice9 versa. We can’t get right now if we would. She thinks she’s fond of me still, because 82it’s the correct thing to be fond of your husband, but it’s far nearer hatred than love. And I—have no delusions72. And for God’s sake, my boy, keep clear of following in our footsteps.”
“We come of a different generation, sir,” said Riversley simply. “If we can’t hit it off, we shall part. Only if there is trouble ahead for her, and I am afraid there is, I’m right there.”
North looked at him with kindly73 eyes, but he sighed. He knew only too well how the long years of misunderstanding, and irritability75, and want of give and take, can wear out what at first seemed such a wonderful and indestructible thing.
“Roger! Roger!” shrilled76 his wife’s voice from the lawn. “Everyone is going. Aren’t you coming to say good-bye?”
She flashed on their vision as she called, her face flushed with indignation under her beflowered hat, her hands full of small boxes, tissue paper and cotton wool.
“I really do think you might help a little! It looks so odd, and all my friends think you peculiar2 enough already.”
Brought back with a shock to the deadly importance of the ordinary routine, North became 83flippant. “You don’t mean to say they tell you so?” he asked.
“It’s easy enough to guess what they must think, without any telling,” retorted his wife. “At any rate, if you can’t behave with common civility yourself, you might let Fred come and help me. Fred, I have arranged for cold supper at 8.30. Will you come at once and look after the friends you brought down, while Violet and I change. And don’t, I beg you, for Violet’s sake, get into the same ways as her father.”
Riversley followed her meekly77 across the lawn. “I’m really awfully78 sorry,” he apologized. “Is there anything else I can do?”
Then he stopped. His mother-in-law was immersed in a group of her guests saying good-bye, and his eyes had found the figure they always sought. Outside the front door, Lady Condor, her scarves, gloves, and glasses, were all being packed carefully into her bath-chair, and a little way down the drive was his wife. In front of her, just out of arm’s length, were the little pack of West Highlanders, barking furiously. She stooped down, coaxing79 them to come and be petted.
He progressed across the lawn towards her in his usual rather ponderous80 fashion, and stood watching. All the light of the sun seemed 84for him to centre round that slim white figure. It touched the smooth dark silk of her hair with a crown of glory, and found no flaw in the clear pale skin, the rose-red mouth. Those slender hands held out to the dogs, he would have followed them to the end of the earth. He loved all of her, with every thing he had or was.
Presently she gave up her hopeless efforts, and, standing74 to her full height, looked at him across the still barking dogs.
“They have forgotten me, the little pigs!” she said. “They won’t even let me pat them.”
But Riversley knew, even as dogs do not resent where they love, neither do they forget.
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