Meanwhile, his own house had first to be set in order. He began operations by removing his worldly goods (easily contained in one suit-case and a large brown-paper package) to a comfortable hotel at Godalming, so as to be near Godfrey and Marcelle. The quiet, too, of a private sitting-room10 in a country inn conduced to the prosecution11 of certain studies which Professor Weatherley, admirable guide in the world-welter, had recommended. He took up his quarters the most contented12 and sanguine13 of men. He had received a letter from Quong Ho, in faultless, Ciceronian English, conveying the news that he was well forward on the road to complete recovery, and in a few days would be in a fit condition to pursue whatever course of action his most venerated15 master might choose to prescribe. When he had disposed the books and pamphlets, contents of the brown-paper package, about his room, he sat down and wrote to Quong Ho. A room in the Godalming hotel was at Quong Ho’s disposal as soon as he was fit to travel. It would be an admirable opportunity for him to meet Godfrey. They were to be brothers, mutually helpful: Godfrey, a past-master in the science of modern life but a neophyte16 in mathematics, seeing that he was struggling with such childish puzzles as the elements of Rigid17 Dynamics18; Quong Ho, on the other hand, a neophyte in the science of modern life, but a past-master in elementary mathematics. It was important, he wrote, that Quong Ho’s appearance should, as far as possible, be thoroughly19 European and his dress impeccable.
“Good Lord!” he cried aloud, throwing down his pen. “I clean forgot. The poor beggar hasn’t a rag to his back!”
He drafted a telegram to the tailoring firm in the cathedral city, instructing them to supply Mr. Ho with essential raiment, and then, continuing his epistle to his pupil, gave him safe counsel and his blessing20, and enclosed a cheque to meet necessary expenses.
After which he lunched in the coffee-room with the appetite of the healthy man, lounged for a while with a pipe on the tranquil21 pavement outside the inn, and then went upstairs again, threw himself contentedly22 into an arm-chair with a German war publication lent him by Weatherley, and waited for Marcelle.
It was her afternoon of freedom. She had looked forward to the interview with mingled23 longing24 and apprehension25. He had been the only man in her life, and it was all such a long time ago. The jealous grip of her nurse’s work had fastened upon neck and shoulders, and bent26 the concentration of her being within a succession of little horizons. Men she had met and known intimately, men in thousands; but they were all suffering men, men whose sole appeal to her womanhood was their helplessness, their dependence27. If there crossed her path a man with strong protective arm and compelling eyes, he was whisked away sound and whole beyond her horizon’s misty28 rim29. Now and then, but rarely, in haggard faces shone eyes of desire. Her sex revolted until experience taught her the nurse’s cynical30 indifference31. Of course there are the romances of nursing. In her long career she had known of many; of many, too, in which the resultant marriages had been all that is adumbrated32 by the ends of the fairy tales. But no ghost of such a romance had ever come her way. And no romance had come her way in her restricted social life. Her holidays had been too rare and fleeting33. Here and there, perhaps, a man had been attracted by her good looks and her graciousness, but before these had had time to consolidate34 a first effect, she was miles away, back again in uniform between the eternal rows of beds. She had worked hard and seriously, the perfect nurse, accepting, without question, the hospital ward14 as the sphere ordained35 for her by destiny. Yet to soften36 the rigid life, she had fostered in her heart the memory of the brief and throbbing37 love of long ago.
During her drive from Churton Towers in the motor-cab, foolish trepidations beset38 her. Although her woman of the world’s sound sense made mock of timidities, yet old-maidish instincts questioned the propriety39 of her proceeding40. She was going to meet her former lover in a private room of an hotel. What about professional decorum? Matron, who kept a hard and unsympathetic eye on flirtatious41 tendencies in the junior staff, would regard her visit, should she come to know of it, as a horrifying42 escapade. She had seen her as she ran down the steps, hatted, gloved, prinked to her best, with a betraying flush (lobster colour, she thought) on her cheek; and being within earshot of the Gorgon43, she had thrown the mere44 word “Godalming” at the chauffeur45 as she entered the car. When she gathered up courage to look at herself in the strip of mirror that faced her, her prejudiced eyes saw herself pale and haggard, smitten46 with lines which she had not noticed when she put on her hat. And all the time she knew that these feminine preoccupations were but iridescences on the surface of deep, black waters filled with fear, and that she was letting her mind play on them so as not to think of the depths.
Baltazar was waiting for her outside the hotel. Thus one little fear was sent packing. As a nurse she would have gone to Hell Gates to enquire47 for a man. She had done it many a time in France. As Marcelle Baring she was restrained by futile48 hesitancies. As Marcelle Baring, a woman with her own life to lead, she was unfamiliar49 to herself. She had shrunk from entering the inn alone and asking for Mr. Baltazar. But there he was awaiting her on the pavement, and no sooner had the car stopped than he had opened the door and helped her to alight. And following him through the passage and up the narrow staircase, while he talked loud and cheery and confident, as though he defied gossiping tongues, and every minute turned to smile upon her, she remembered with a little pang52 of remorse53 for unjust fears, that as now so it had been in the beginning; that there never had been a tryst54 hard or venturesome for her to keep, never one on which he was not there before her, big, responsible, inspiring confidence. He was singularly unchanged.
Obeying a breezy wave of the hand, she sank into an arm-chair. He shut the door and crossed the room, his face lit with happiness.
“For the first time in our lives we’re together alone within four walls. You and I. Isn’t it strange? We have to talk. Not only now, but often. As often as we can. It would have been monstrous55 of me to expect you to run up and down to London. Besides, there would have been no privacy. The lounges of the great hotels—I loathe56 them! A man and woman sit whispering in a corner and at once surround themselves with an atmosphere of intrigue57. Horrible! And I couldn’t come every day to Churton Towers—even ostensibly to see Godfrey. There would have been the devil to pay. All sorts of scandal. So I’ve made this my headquarters, in order to be near you.”
The weather had turned raw and cold, and as she had driven in an open car, clad in light coat and skirt, with nothing to warm her but a fur stole, she felt chilly58, and welcomed the bright fire in the grate. She smiled, and said it was very cosy59. He searched the room for a hassock, and finding one set it beneath her feet.
“We’ll have tea soon, which will make it cosier,” he said. He threw himself into an arm-chair on the other side of the fire. “It’s like a fairy-tale, isn’t it?”
She admitted the strangeness of the circumstances in which they had met, and with instinct of self-defence began to speak of Godfrey, of their suddenly formed friendship, of his manifold excellences60. Baltazar let her run on for a while, content merely to let his eyes rest on her and to listen to her voice. At last he rose, irrelevantly61, and, striding across to her, held out both his hands. She could not choose but surrender hers.
“Can’t you realize what you’ve been to me? ‘All a wonder and a wild desire!’?”
She fluttered a frightened glance at him and withdrew her hands. He stood looking down on her, one elbow resting on the mantelpiece.
“Do you remember? That Browning line—it was one of the last things I said to you. Then we lost our heads and broke off a delightful62 conversation. Why not continue it, starting from where we left off?”
“How can we go back twenty years?”
“By wiping out two hundred and forty unimportant months from our memories.”
She glanced up at him and shook her head. It was the grey and barren waste of those two hundred and forty months that formed the impassable barrier. In order to pick up the thread of that last talk it would be necessary to recapture the grace of those brief and exquisite63 moments.
“If we are to be friends,” she said, “we must start afresh. All that—that foolishness has been dead and buried long ago.”
“Buried, perhaps—or, rather, hidden away in a Sleeping Beauty sort of trance. But dead? Not a bit of it. It has been healthily alive all the time, and now—a magic touch—and it has reawakened strong and beautiful as ever.”
“It’s very easy to play with words and metaphors65 and analogies. You can make them appear to prove anything. As a matter of fact, we’ve both been subjected to the organic changes of twenty years. I can no more become the girl of eighteen than I can become the child of eight or the baby eight months old.”
Baltazar put his hands in his pockets, laughed, turned away, and sat down again in his chair.
“We seem to have got on to the basis of a nice and interminable discussion. Let us get off it for the present. We have plenty of time. If I’m anything at all, I’m a man of illimitable patience.”
She laughed out loud. She could not help it. A typhoon proclaiming its Zephyrdom! And proclaiming it not jestingly, but with the accent of deeply rooted conviction.
“You? You patient? Oh, my dear——”
“There,” he cried, jumping up from his chair. “You have called me ‘my dear’!”
Quickly she retorted: “I didn’t. At least, I didn’t mean to. You caught me up in your patient way. I was going to call you my dear something—my dear sir—my dear man——”
“My name happens to be John,” said Baltazar.
“?‘My dear John’? No. I wasn’t going to say that.”
“Why?”
“It sounds as if we had been married for twenty years.”
With feminine instinct she had put her foot on his man’s vanity and had used it, like a rock climber, as a projection66 to mount to safety. She saw him uncertain, unhumorous, and felt pleasurably conscious of advantage gained.
“You said it twenty years ago, at any rate.”
She sat up victoriously67 in her chair. “I didn’t. Never. I don’t think I had the courage to call you anything. Certainly not John. I never even thought of you as John. As a label you were John Baltazar. But not John—tout court—like that. Oh no!”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Baltazar. “It’s a damned name. It’s everything that’s dull and prosaic68 in the English genius concentrated into one uninspiring vocable. Unlike other idiot names, it has no pleasing diminutive69. ‘Johnnie’ is insulting. ‘Jack’ is Adelphi melodrama70. Thank God I’ve been spared both. Now I burst upon you, after twenty years, as ‘John,’ and you naturally receive the idea with derision.”
“Oh, it’s not as bad as that,” she cried. “Look at the great men of your name. John of Gaunt, John Knox, John Bunyan, John Locke, John Stuart Mill——”
“A merry crew of troubadours, aren’t they?” said Baltazar.
Whereat they both laughed, and the situation, as far as it affected71 her, was relieved. They talked freely of the twenty years of their separation. She of her work, her family; her mother, still alive, looked after by an elder sister, her brothers, both younger than herself, in the Navy. He, of China and his lamentable72 adventure on the moorland. He found that Godfrey, carrying out his request, had saved him from the abhorred73 recital74 of his story. Quong Ho aroused her curiosity and amused interest. She longed to see Quong Ho. Tea was set out in old-fashioned style and she presided at the table. She laughed at the wry75 face he made over the first sip51 of the good, strong Ceylon blend. Not the least dismal76 aspect of the tragedy of Spendale Farm, he explained, was the destruction of the chests of priceless tea which he had brought from China—stuff that yielded liquid and fragrant77 gold, lingering on the palate like exquisite wine.
“Damn the Huns for robbing me of my tea!” he cried, “besides damning them for a million other devilries. And yet the just man must give even Huns their due. They’ve done one good thing.”
Marcelle flashed a protest. “They haven’t. They’re incapable78 of it. I’ve been in France, in the thick of it, close up to the Front—and I’ve seen things. I know. They haven’t done one good thing.”
“They have,” said Baltazar. “They’ve brought you and me together.”
“Oh!” said Marcelle rather foolishly. “I thought you were referring to something serious.”
He fastened on the word. “Serious? Do you suppose that your presence here at this minute, with that little bitten-into piece of buttered toast between your finger and thumb, isn’t the most serious fact in my life since I parted from you on the Newnham Road twenty years ago?”
She dropped the bit of toast into her saucer and regarded him with dismayed renewal79 of her earlier fears.
“Why spoil everything? We were beginning to get along so nicely.”
He became aware of her piteous attitude. “What have I said?” he asked solicitously80.
In distress81, she replied: “What you mustn’t say again. If you do, it’s the end. It makes things impossible.”
“I don’t see why it should. If I weren’t honest about it, it would be a different matter. But I am honest. I can’t tell you that I’ve waited for you all these years, for the simple reason that I never dreamed I should see your face again. But I’ve been true to your memory. It has knocked out the possibility of any other woman. That’s plain fact.”
Then he rose and flung his arms out. His essential integrity spoke84 through his egotism. He tapped his broad chest.
“Wrecked my life? If a man’s a man, do you suppose his life can be wrecked by anybody but himself? Do I look like a wreck82? I’ve lived every minute of these twenty years to the full power of body and brain. If I made any appeal, on that score, to your pity or suchlike sentiments, I should be a contemptible85 liar50. If there’s any question of playing the devil with lives, I did it with yours.”
“Oh, no, no!” Her voice quivered and she sank back in her chair, with averted86 head. “Of course not. That’s absurd.”
“Well then,” he asked, “what’s all the fuss about? We loved each other when we parted. Pretty passionately88 and desperately89, too. Why we shouldn’t love each other now, when fate throws us together again, I can’t understand.”
“What locust?”
“Ah!” she sighed.
He took a pace or two towards the door, halted, turned and looked at her as she sat by the tea-table, and the pain in her eyes and the piteous twist of her lips smote91 him with remorse. A remarkable92 idea entered his head. He clinched93 the entrance by smiting94 his left palm with his right fist. Naturally any idea coming into Baltazar’s head could not fail to be correct. He went behind her chair and laid his finger-tips on her shoulder.
“My dear,” said he tenderly, “forgive me. I ought to have thought of it before. A beautiful and accomplished95 woman——”
She swerved96 round. “Oh, don’t! You mean that there may have been someone else—since——? Well, there hasn’t. I’ve been far too busy.” And seeing him incredulous of the fallibility of his idea, she added with a touch of petulance97: “If there had been anybody, I should have told you so at once.”
For the moment she wished there had been an intervening lover whose memory she could use as a rampart, for again she felt defenceless. If only Godfrey would come! He had promised to call for her on his way back from London, whither he had been summoned by a Medical Board. She glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Godfrey’s train would not arrive for another hour. With some apprehension she watched Baltazar, who was moving about the room in a restless, puzzled way.
“Don’t you see you’re spoiling it all?” she said. “And I haven’t even finished my tea.”
Laughter like quick sunshine lit his face. “A thousand pardons, Marcelle. I of all people to outrage98 the etiquette99 of tea-drinking!” He sat down. “Another cup, please. I shall get used to it soon. The Ceylon tea, I mean—not being with you.”
She breathed again, rather wondering at the power of a light word. Of course she had learned the way of tactful dealing100 with querulous or obstinate101 patients. Had she instinctively102 applied103 the method to Baltazar? A flush crept into her cheek. Perhaps those were right who proclaimed that man sick or man sound was the same overgrown child. Hitherto she had regarded man sick with maternal104 indulgence. Was she to regard man sound, in the person of John Baltazar, from the same maternal point of view? It would be a change from the old one. For twenty years she had looked on the John Baltazar of thirty with the eyes of the girl of eighteen; and she had beheld105 him as a god. Now she looked upon the man of fifty with the eyes of the woman of thirty-eight. It was not that either of them had grown wondrously106 old. On the contrary, he appeared to have changed absurdly little, for his face had ever been eager and marked with the lines of thought which time had but accentuated107; his figure had retained its athletic108 suggestion of strength and activity; and his manner had the fire and vehemence109 of youth. And she herself had received assurance from an anxiously consulted mirror, of beauty that endured, and physically110 she rejoiced in the consciousness of splendid health, enabling her to work untiringly at tasks that had all but prostrated111 her fifteen years ago; in which respect she was younger than ever. No, it was not that he was an old man and she an old woman between whom the revival112 of romance would have been pathetically ludicrous. It wasn’t that at all. . . . After she had handed him the cup of tea, she took up the long abandoned bit of toast which she had dropped into the saucer. Laughing, he leaned forward and whipped from her fingers the cold and forlorn morsel113, which he threw into the fire, and sprang to hand her the covered china dish from the warming hob.
“Not that unsacramental bit of bread,” he cried.
It was not done rudely or bearishly114; it was done in the most charming way in the world; done with a cavalier, conquering lightness, what the French call “panache,” characteristic of the bright creature who had overpowered and overmastered her in her impressionable girlhood. She helped herself from the hot pile of toast, and her smile of thanks was not without a curl of ironic115 indulgence. The masterfulness of the proceeding in no way offended her, its manner being so perfect, but it did not strike the old romantic chord. Its symbolism flashed illuminatingly116 upon her. The god of the girl of eighteen to the woman of thirty-eight appeared merely as a self-willed, erratic117 and vehement118 man. The glamour119 that had invested him faded like the colours of dawn, and the sunshine beat on him in a hard, mistless air. He stood before her in the full light. While she listened to his pleasant talk, her feminine subconsciousness120 observed him in clear definition. It admitted his many virile121 and admirable qualities; he was a man out of the common mould; he was ruthless in the prosecution of the lines of conduct which he laid down for himself—and these same lines had been inspired by high moral or spiritual ideals; in his egotism he might unthinkingly trample122 over your body in order to reach his ends, but at your cry of pain he would be back in a flash, tearing himself to bits with remorse, overwhelming you with tenderness; a man, too, of great intellect—in his own sphere, of genius; a contradictory123 being, a hectoring giant, a wayward child, a helpless sentimentalist; possibly, with all that, the overgrown baby of the nurses’ tradition; a man, possessing all the defects of his masculine qualities. Not a god. Nothing like a god. Just a man. Just an interesting, forceful, even fascinating man whom she was meeting for the first time. A brilliant stranger. She gasped124 at a swift realization125, even while she smiled at his description of what passed for a hospital at Chen Chow, the scene of Quong Ho’s prim126 and passionless amours. A stranger. Yet memory had made familiar every gesture, every intonation127. He had not changed. It was she who had changed. The fault lay in herself, baffling attempts at explanation. She began to accuse herself of callousness128, deadness of soul, and at last conscience impelled129 her to make some sort of amends130.
There remained but a quarter of an hour before Godfrey was due. She lit a cigarette from the match which Baltazar held out.
“I wonder,” she said, with a little air of deliberation, “whether you would let me say something—and remain quite quiet?”
He replied happily: “I swear I’ll sit in this chair until you give me leave to get up. But why say it? You’ve never let me finish what I want to tell you. It has to be told now, or a month or six months or a year hence. It’s silly to waste time, so why not now? I’ve awakened64 from a long sleep to find myself in a world of marvels131, in a new, throbbing England, and for the first time in my life every pulse in me throbs132 with my country. I must play my part in the big drama. I’ve also awakened to find even deeper and more passionate87 things gripping at my heart: My son, whom I never knew of. And you. You, Marcelle. No, no!” he laughed, “I’m not going to get up. I’ll put the point in the most phlegmatic133 way possible. I love you now as much as ever I did. I want to marry you at once. I’ve been pursuing shadows for half a century. I want to get into the substance of life at last. A man can’t do it by himself. He needs a woman, just as—to advance an abstract proposition—a woman needs a man. You’re the only woman in the world for me. Together, you and I, we can go forth134 strong into this wonderful conflict. You can help me, I can help you. If you’re tired and want rest, by God, you shall have it. You shan’t do a hand’s turn. But a smile and a whisper from you will fill me with strength for both of us. That’s the proposition.”
She looked for a long time into the fire, her head aslant135, her lips and fingers accompanying her thoughts in nervous movements. Presently she said, in a low voice:
“A man like you would want the Sun, Moon and Stars.”
“And would see that he got them,” said Baltazar. “They’re there right enough.”
She shook her head despairingly.
“That’s where you make the mistake. You would want what I couldn’t give—what isn’t in me to give. Don’t you see it’s no good? The whole thing is dead. I thought it was alive, but it isn’t. It’s dead. I’m dead. I suppose a nurse’s work eventually unsexes a woman. That’s frank enough, isn’t it?”
“It’s a frank statement of a conclusion arrived at through fallacious reasoning,” replied Baltazar.
She shivered. “These things have nothing to do with reason. In all these years haven’t you learned that?”
“No,” said he. “Schopenhauer and his lot were idiots. Love is the apotheosis136 of reason. My dear,” he added, rising, “this is profitless argument. I’m getting up without your permission, but I’ll be as unobstreperous as thistledown. If you feel you can’t marry me, well, you can’t. The reasons you will find are perfectly137 logical—but throw away the rotten fallacy in your premise138 of sexlessness. You are woman all through, my dear, from your lips to your heart. Perhaps I’ve been rather like a bull at a gate—the gate of heaven. I suppose I was built like that. But if you’ll let us be friends, dear friends, I won’t worry you any more. I promise.”
She broke down. Tears came.
“I’m so sorry—so sorry. But you do understand, don’t you?”
“I don’t say I understand, my dear,” he replied very tenderly. “But I accept the phenomenon.”
He turned and looked out of the window at the quiet road. Presently a taxi-cab drew up outside.
“Here’s Godfrey,” he said.
She rose. “I’ll go down and meet him. It’s no use his climbing all these difficult stairs.”
“You’ll come again, won’t you?” And seeing a flicker139 of hesitation140 pass over her face, he added: “If only to let me show you Quong Ho.”
“Yes, I’ll come again,” she replied, “if only to show you——”
“What?”
“That I’m sorry.”
She moved quickly to the door, which he opened, and he followed her downstairs. In the vestibule they met Godfrey. Gloom overspread the young man’s candid141 face and dejection marked his behaviour, neither of which could be accounted for by the fact of the Medical Board having given him, as he announced, a further two months. Baltazar’s proposal to run over soon to Churton Towers for a talk, he welcomed with polite lack of enthusiasm. He took leave with the solemnity of a medical man departing from a house with a corpse142 in it.
“It doesn’t seem to be one of the House of Baltazar’s lucky days,” said Baltazar to himself, as he went up to his room.
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