“This is the nearest thing to Heaven,” said Lady Edna.
“Wait till we tie up under the trees and it’ll be Heaven itself,” said Godfrey.
Even in the boating times of peace this stretch was rarely frequented, being too far both for the London crowd whose general limit was Goring9, and for the Oxford10 town excursionist who seldom pushed below Wallingford. Also the cognoscenti declared it an uninteresting bit of river, dull and flat, devoid11 of the unspeakable charm of Clevedon and Pangbourne, and therefore unworthy of especial consideration. Still, the River is the River. Talk to an Englishman of the River, and he will not think of the Severn or the Wye, or the historic highway between London Bridge and the sea, but of those few miles of England’s fairy-stream, the beloved haunts of beauty and gentleness and love and laughter, where all the cares of the world are soothed12 into dreamful ease and the vague passions and aspirations13 of youth are transformed into magical definition. To the Londoner, at any rate, it is as sacred as Westminster Abbey. So the stretches of loveliness pronounced dull by the superior, were never neglected, and even this remote section, on Sundays especially, had its sparse14 devotees. But now, in war-time, not a blade or oar15 or paddle, not a glistening16 punt-pole disturbed the sweet stillness of the waters. Only once, since they had left the boat-house, had a barge17 passed them; a barge gay as to its poop with yellow and red, a thin spiral of smoke from its cabin funnel18 proclaiming the cooking of the Sunday dinner, while the barge-folk lounged on deck, their eyes and attitudes suggestive of those who were already overfed on lotus, and one small, freckled19 sunwraith of a child flitted along the tow-path beside the mild old horse.
But half an hour had passed since then. The very meadows no longer showed the once familiar pairs of Sunday lovers. Were it not for the pleasant cows, it would have been a scene of lovely desolation.
“There,” said Godfrey, shipping20 the pole, and guiding the punt by the aid of the branches to a mooring21. “Allow me to introduce you to Heaven.”
She kissed her hand to the greenery and the dark water and laughed lightly. “How d’ye do, Heaven?”
Godfrey turned from the rope which he had made fast and stumbled to the floor of the punt. She started up in alarm.
“Your foot, dear!”
He laughed. “It’s all right this time. Sometimes I forget it’s a fake.”
He sat beside her on the cushions and pointed22 to a basket in front of them. “Shall we start on the nectar and ambrosia23, or is it too early?”
“Let us wait a bit and take in Heaven first. What on earth are you doing?” she asked, a moment afterwards, as he established himself elbows on knees and chin in hands, and stared close into her blue eyes.
“I’m taking in all the Heaven that matters to me,” said Godfrey.
“Do I matter so much?”
“You do.”
“Light me a cigarette,” said Lady Edna.
He obeyed, handed her one alight and she put it between her lips.
“I love doing that,” said he. “I’ve never done it for any other woman in my life.”
She arched her eyebrows24. “Does his Sultanship think he’s conferring an unprecedented25 honour on a poor woman?”
“Oh, Edna!” His boyish face flushed suddenly. “You know what I mean. I never dreamed that a wonderful woman would ever dream of taking anything from my lips to hers. Look.” He lit another cigarette and held it out to her. “Let me have yours.”
“Baby!” she said, making the exchange.
All of which imbecility was very bad and sad and mad, but to the united youth in the punt it was peculiarly agreeable.
“What a difference from last week-end,” she said, contentedly27, after a while.
“What happened then?”
“I had all the stuff-boxes in London down, Edgar included.”
“And my venerable sire. I remember. I was at the War Office all Sunday. And it poured with rain. What did you do with them?”
“I stroked them and fed them and put them through their little tricks,” she laughed. Then she added more seriously, “It happened to be a very important day for your father. The Government has gone crazy on finding out new forceful men—and clearing out the incompetent28 political hacks29. Edgar’s just hanging on by the skin of his teeth, you know. Well, they’ve discovered your remarkable30 father, and last week-end they practically fixed31 it up with him. A new Ministry32 of Propaganda. Oh!” she laughed again. “I didn’t have such a bad time after all. But”—she sighed—“this is better. Don’t let us think of wars or politics or Edgars and such horrible things.” She threw her cigarette into the water, and bent33 down to the basket. “Let us lunch.”
It had been indeed an important day for Baltazar. The house near Moulsford, Lady Edna’s personal possession, a vast square, red-brick, late Georgian building, standing in grounds that reached down to the river, had been filled with anxiously chosen High and Mightinesses, among whom her husband, minister though he was, shone like an inferior satellite. It was the last move in the game on behalf of John Baltazar which she had played for many weeks.
“What are you asking that damned fellow for?” Edgar Donnithorpe had asked, looking at the list of guests.
“Because he amuses me.”
“He doesn’t amuse me,” snapped her husband.
He was a little thin man, with thin grey hair and a thin moustache and a thin voice. Up to a few months ago she had treated him with contemptuous tolerance34. Now she had begun to dislike him exceedingly.
“If you don’t want to meet Mr. Baltazar,” she replied, “you can stay in London.”
They sparred in the unedifying manner of ill-assorted husband and wife.
“I’m sick of seeing this overbearing adventurer in my house,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. I’m not going to let you make a fool of yourself.”
“My dear man,” she replied cuttingly, “if I were looking out for a lover, this time I should take a young one.”
She laughed scornfully and swept away. Long smouldering resentment35 had been suddenly fanned into the flame of open hostility36. She raged in her heart against him. Never before had he dared to insinuate37 such a taint38 in her political interest in any man. She, Lady Edna Donnithorpe, to carry on an intrigue39 with John Baltazar—the insult of it!
The next day brought a short but fierce encounter.
“You pretend to be jealous. You’re not. You’re envious40. You’re envious of a bigger man than yourself. You’re afraid of him. You little minnows hate Tritons. I quite understand.”
In the wrath41 of a weak and foolish man he sputtered42 unforgettable words which no woman ever forgives. She faced him with lips as thin as his own, and her languorous43 eyes hardened into little dots of jade44.
“You had better see to it that I don’t break you,” she said.
“Break me? How? Politically?” He laughed a thin laugh of derision. “In the first place you couldn’t. In the second you wouldn’t. What would become of your position if I were out of the Government?”
“I can very well look after myself,” she replied.
On Saturday morning he made some apology for loss of temper which she coldly accepted on condition of his courteous45 treatment of John Baltazar. And so it fell that, when the subject of all this to-do arrived at Moulsford, he found himself almost effusively46 welcomed by the negative Edgar, and thrust into the inner circle of the High and Mightinesses assembled. As the latter took Baltazar very seriously as a coming power in the country, and as Lady Edna’s attitude towards him was marked by no especial characteristic, Edgar Donnithorpe came to the unhappy conclusion that he had made a fool of himself, and during the informal discussion on the creation of the new Ministry, for which purpose the week-end party had gathered together, he had dared do little more than “just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike” when Baltazar’s name was mentioned. Which pusillanimity47 coming to his wife’s ears, deepened her resentment against him; and only Baltazar’s triumphal exit on the Monday morning restrained her from giving it practical expression. Sufficient for the day was the success thereof.
In the lazy punt, that gracious Spring morning, she strove to drive the last week-end from her thoughts. She revelled48 in the unusual and the audacious. Edgar had gone to Paris on an international conference. Only an ancient and faded Aunt, Lady L?titia Vardon, a sort of permanent aristocratic caretaker, was in the house; Godfrey the sole guest. And Aunt L?titia had caught a God-sent cold and was staying in bed. They two had the whole bright day before them, and the scented49 evening, with never a soul to obtrude50 on their idyllic51 communion. She had always snapped her fingers at convention. But, Lady Edna Donnithorpe, chartered libertine52, had always observed the terms of her charter, her heart never having tempted53 her to break them. This delicious breach54 was a different matter altogether. She had even dared to put off two or three previously55 invited friends. . . .
She told him this while he helped her to chicken and ham. He proclaimed her the most wonderful thing in the world.
“Don’t you think I deserve one little day’s holiday in the year? Just a holiday from the talk, talk, talk, the smiling, the wheedling56, the scheming, with my brain ever on the alert and seeming to grow bigger and bigger as the night goes on, until it almost bursts my head when I lie down to sleep?”
“Why do you do it?” he asked.
She shrugged57 her graceful2 shoulders. “I don’t know. I used to love it. Now I’m beginning to hate it. I was at a wedding a day or two ago—Charlie Haughton and Minnie Lavering—you know whom I mean, don’t you? They haven’t a sixpence between them—and they looked so happy—oh! so damned happy”—her voice broke adorably—“that I nearly wept.”
He neglected his own plateful of chicken and ham and bent forward over the basket between them.
“I’d do anything in the wide world to make you happy, Edna.”
“I know you would,” she smiled. “You’re doing your best now. It’s an excellent best. But it might be better if you fished out the salt.”
While she helped herself daintily from the paper packet which he held out, he laughed, adoring her ever ready trick of switching off the sentimental58 current.
“Now you are really just a little bit happy, aren’t you?”
She nodded intimately, which emboldened59 him to say:
“For the life of me I can’t see what induced you to take up with a rotten sort of cripple like me.”
“Neither can I,” she replied composedly. “Except perhaps that the rotten cripple is a very brave and distinguished60 soldier.”
“Rubbish!” said Godfrey. “There are hundreds of thousands like me all over the place, as indistinguishable from one another as peas in a peck.”
“Won’t you allow a poor woman just a nice sense of discrimination?”
“I’ll allow the one woman in the universe,” said Godfrey, “to have everything she pleases.”
“Then that’s that,” said Lady Edna.
They finished their meal happily, drank hot coffee from a thermos61 flask62 and smoked and talked. As on the first day he had sat beside her, so now, under the spell of her keen sympathy, he told her of all his doings. For the past two or three months they had been of absorbing interest. He had besieged63 the War Office, as he had gloriously threatened, until one day he received an appointment on the staff of the Director-General of Military Operations. That it was due to any other influence than his own furious and persistent64 attacks, he had not the remotest suspicion. He had dashed away from the amazing interview in a taxi to Lady Edna, whom by good chance he found at home, and vaunted his generalship. His father’s blood sang in his veins65. The lady to whom, in close conspiracy66 with Lady Northby, he owed the billet coveted67 by thousands of men, wounded and whole, welcomed his news with the smiling surprise of a mother who listens to her offspring’s tale of the wondrous68 gifts of Santa Claus.
It was one of the characteristics of Lady Edna Donnithorpe to love the secret meed of secret services, a far more subtle joy than the facile gratitude69 poured on a Lady Bountiful. Besides, such a reputation would in itself destroy her power. Many women of her acquaintance who had enjoyed it for a brief season during the war, had seen the sacred shoulders of Authority turned frozenly upon them. She was not one of those women acting70 from thoughtless impulse or vanity. The game of intrigue fascinated her; she knew her winnings and hoarded71 them; but they were the concern of no one in the wide world. Perhaps the time might come when she could say to Godfrey: “All that you are you owe to me. I have made you, and I have made your father. I can show you proofs. What are you going to do?” Blackmail72 of a kind, certainly. A woman driven up against a wall is justified73 in using any weapons of defence. But all this lay hidden in the self-protective instinct. No thought of it marred74 her triumph.
She listened to his fairy-tales of the Allies’ war organization with a twofold pride. First, in this vicarious entrance into the jealously guarded Ark of the Covenant75, whereby she gained exact knowledge of mighty76 happenings to come, denied even to the self-important Edgar. Secondly77, in her unerring judgment78 of men. For Baltazar had told her a week before of his meeting with one of Godfrey’s chiefs, who had given the boy unreserved praise. Whereupon she herself had made it her week’s business to track the social doings of the great man until she ran him down a day or two ago at a friend’s house, and, in reply to her tactful questionings, he had replied:
“Baltazar? Lots of brains. A brilliant fellow, with wonderful power of detail. Son of that astonishing chap John Baltazar, who has just come to life again, and everybody’s talking about. Oh, you needn’t be afraid. We have spotted79 him right enough.”
She was sufficiently80 versed81 in affairs to know that a major-general does not speak of a third-grade staff officer, and at the very tail of the grade at that, in eulogistic82 terms, even to Lady Edna Donnithorpe, without good reason. She hugged the word “brilliant” to her heart.
And while Godfrey talked that May afternoon, she felt that she was justified in all that she had done, was doing, and was going to do. Yet, though what she had done gave her perfect satisfaction, and what she was doing was blatantly83 obvious, what she was going to do lay dimly hidden behind a rosy84 veil. For the moment this handsome, clean run boy to whom she had given her heart, much to her own amazement85, was contented26 with platonic86 adoration87 in a punt. How long, she wondered, would his contentment last? How long, indeed, would her own? Well, well, Vogue88 la galère. Pole the spring-tide punt. Let her drain to its full the unprecedented glory of the day.
The cares of her crowded, youth-consuming life fell from her, and she became young again, younger than she had been before her loveless marriage. As she responded laughing to his eager, boyish foolishness, she felt that she had never known till then what it was to be young. She felt an infinite craving89 for all she had missed. . . . And Godfrey, standing there in careless grace, punt-pole in hand, alert, confident, radiant in promise, was the incarnation of it all: of all the youth and laughter and love that she had passed by, scornfully unheeding. She feasted her hungry eyes on him. Not only was he good to look at, in his physical perfection. He was good to think upon. He had faced death a thousand times, no doubt as debonairly90 as he faced the current of the mild river. He, that boy whom a whisper could compel to her bidding, had led men through mazes91 of unimagined blood and slaughter92. If he had one worm gnawing93 at his heart, it was the desire to get back again to this defiant94 comradeship with death. She had looked up the record of the achievement that had won for him the Military Cross. What a man he was! And as she watched him, there floated across her vision the figure of a thin, dry, self-seeking politician, and she shivered in the sunshine. And, as there chanced to be a pause in the boyish talk, she let her thoughts wander on. No one had ever called her thin, dry husband a brilliant man, not even the most sycophantic95 place hunter who had intrigued96 for a seat at her table. But in such terms had the first Authority to whom she had spoken characterized Godfrey. Not only was he the ordinary heroic young officer; he was a brilliant man, who would make his mark as part of the brain that controlled the destinies of the British Army. And all the sex in her humbled98 itself deliciously in the knowledge that this paragon99 of all Bayards, or this Bayard of all paragons100, loved her with all his youth and manhood.
Presently she noticed a change in his happy face. A spasm101 of pain seemed to pass across it. He drew out the pole, stood with it poised102. He drove it in again, his jaws103 set in an ugly way. She waited till the end of the stroke; then she rose to her feet.
“Overdoing what?”
“Your foot.”
“Nonsense! Do sit down.”
He gathered up the dripping pole preparatory for the thrust; but she caught his arm.
“I’m sure your foot’s hurting you.”
“It isn’t,” he declared, bending his weight on it. “Not a little bit.”
“Do you love me?”
He drew a sharp breath at the categorical question. In a thousand indirect ways he had told her of his devotion; but he had never spoken the explicit106 words. He said quietly and half wonderingly:
“You know I love you.”
“Then don’t hurt me by hurting yourself.”
“Do you really care what happens to me?” he asked.
“I love you better than anything in the world,” she said.
They paddled home somewhat sobered by the mutual107 declaration, about which they said nothing more. He admitted overstrain of the still sensitive tissues of the base of the stump108, and railed at his misfortune. It was so humiliating to confess defeat. She smiled. There might, she said, be compensation. When they landed, she insisted on his leaning on her for support, during the walk up to the house, and, although he suffered damnable torture whenever he set the artificial foot on the ground, for his pressure on her adorable shoulder was of the slightest, his progress was one of deliciously compensating109 joy.
They dined decorously under the inscrutable eyes of butler and parlourmaid, and after dinner they called for coat and wrap and went out to sit on the moonlit terrace. As he put the fur-lined cloak round her, his hand touched her cheek. She put up a hand caressingly110 and held his there while she looked up at him in the dimness. He bent down, greatly daring, and touched her lips. Then suddenly she clasped his head and held his kiss long and passionately111.
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