When Edward Lynde returned to the hotel that night, after parting with Flemming at the head of a crooked1, gable-hung street leading to the Schweizerhof, the young man regretted that he had said anything on the subject of the Denhams, or rather, that he had spoken of the painful likeness3 which had haunted him so persistently4. The friends had spent the gayest of evenings together at a small green-topped table in one corner of the smoky cafe. Over their beer and cheese they had chatted of old days at boarding-school and college, and this contact with the large, healthy nature of Flemming, which threw off depression as sunshine dissipates mist, had sent Lynde's vapors5 flying. Nothing was changed in the circumstances that had distressed6 him, yet some way a load had removed itself from his bosom7. He was sorry he had mentioned that dark business at all. As he threaded the deserted8 streets--it was long after midnight--he planned a dinner to be given in his rooms the next day, and formulated9 a note of invitation to the ladies, which he would write when he got back to the hotel, and have in readiness for early delivery in the morning.
Lynde was in one of those lightsome moods which, in that varying month, had not unfrequently followed a day of doubt and restless despondency. As he turned into the Quai des Bergues he actually hummed a bar or two of opera. He had not done that before in six weeks. They had been weeks of inconceivable torment10 and pleasure to Lynde.
He had left home while still afflicted11 by David Lynde's death. Since the uncle's ill-advised marriage the intercourse12 between them, as the reader knows, had all but ceased; they had met only once, and then as if to bid each other farewell; but the ties had been very close, after all. In the weeks immediately following his guardian's death, the young man, occupied with settling the estate, of which he was one of the executors, scarcely realized his loss; but when he returned to Rivermouth a heavy sense of loneliness came over him. The crowded, happy firesides to which he was free seemed to reproach him for his lack of kinship; he stood alone in the world; there was no more reason why he should stay in one place than in another. His connection with the bank, unnecessary now from a money point of view, grew irksome; the quietude of the town oppressed him; he determined13 to cut adrift from all and go abroad. An educated American with no deeper sorrow than Lynde's cannot travel through Europe, for the first time at least, with indifference14. Three months in Germany and France began in Lynde a cure which was completed by a winter in Southern Italy. He had regained15 his former elasticity16 of spirits and was taking life with a relish17, when he went to Geneva; there he fell in with the Denhams in the manner he described to Flemming. An habitual18 shyness, and perhaps a doubt of Flemming's sympathetic capacity, had prevented Lynde from giving his friend more than an outline of the situation. In his statement Lynde had omitted several matters which may properly be set down here.
That first day at the table d'hote and the next day, when he was able more deliberately19 to study the young woman, Edward Lynde had made no question to himself as to her being the same person he had seen in so different and so pathetic surroundings. It was unmistakably the same. He had even had a vague apprehension20 she might recognize him, and had been greatly relieved to observe that there was no glimmer21 of recognition in the well-bred, careless glance which swept him once or twice. No, he had passed out of her memory--with the other shapes and shadows! How strange they should meet again, thousands of miles from New England; how strange that he alone, of all the crowded city, should know there had been a dark episode in this girl's history! What words she had spoken to him and forgotten, she who now sat there robed in the beauty of her reason!
It was a natural interest, and a deep interest, certainly, that impelled22 Lynde to seek the acquaintance of the two ladies. On the third day a chance service rendered the elder--she had left a glove or a handkerchief beside her plate at table, and Lynde had followed her with it from the dining-room--placed him upon speaking terms. They were his country-women, he was a gentleman, and the surface ice was easily broken. Three days afterwards Lynde found himself oddly doubting his first conviction. This was not that girl! The likeness was undeniable: the same purple-black hair, the same long eyelashes, a very distinctive23 feature. In voice and carriage, too, Miss Denham curiously25 recalled the other; and that mark on Miss Denham's cheek--a birth-mark--was singular enough. But there the analogies ended. Miss Denham was a young woman who obviously had seen much of the world; she possessed26 accomplishments27 which could have been acquired only by uninterrupted application; she spoke2 French, German, and Italian with unusual purity. That intellect, as strong and clear as crystal, could never have suffered even a temporary blur28. He was beginning to be amazed at the blunder he had committed, when suddenly, one evening, a peculiar29 note in her voice, accompanied by a certain lifting of the eyelashes--a movement he had noticed for the first time, but which was familiar to him--threw Lynde into great perplexity. It WAS that other girl! How useless for him to try to blind himself to the truth! Besides, why should he wish to, and why should the fact of the identity trouble him to such a degree? The next day he was staggered by Miss Denham alluding30 incidentally to the circumstance that she and her aunt had passed a part of the spring of 1872 in Florida. That was the date of Lynde's adventure, the spring of 1872. Here was almost positive proof that Miss Denham could not have been in New England at the time. Lynde did not know what to think. Of course he was mistaken; he must be mistaken--and yet! There were moments when he could not look at Miss Denham without half expecting to see the man Blaisdell flitting somewhere in the background. Then there were days when it was impossible for Lynde to picture her as anything different from what she now was. But whatever conclusion he came to, a doubt directly insinuated31 itself.
While he was drifting from one uncertainty32 to another, a fortnight elapsed in which his intimacy33 with the Denhams had daily increased. They were in Geneva for an indefinite time, awaiting directions from Mr. Denham. The few sights in the city had been exhausted34; the places of interest in the environs could not be visited by ladies without escort; so it fell out that Lynde accompanied the Denhams on several short excursions--to Petit and Grand Sacconnex, to the Villa35 Tronchin, to Pregny and Mornex. These were days which Lynde marked with a red letter. At the end of the month, however, he was in the same state of distressing36 indecision relative to Miss Denham. On one point he required no light--he was deeply interested in her, so deeply, indeed, that it had become a question affecting all his future, whether or not she was the person he had encountered on his horseback journey three years before. If she was--
But Edward Lynde had put the question out of his thought that night as he walked home from the cafe. His two bars of opera music lasted him to the hotel steps. Though it was late--a great bell somewhere, striking two, sent its rich reverberation37 across the lake while he was unlocking his chamber38 door--Lynde seated himself at a table and wrote his note to the Denhams.
Flemming had promised to come and take coffee with him early the next morning, that is to say at nine o'clock. Before Flemming arrived, Lynde's invitation had been despatched and accepted. He was re-reading Miss Denham's few lines of acceptance when he heard his friend, at the other end of the hall, approaching with great strides.
"The thousandth part of a minute late!" cried Flemming, throwing open the door. "There's no excuse for me. When a man lives in a city where they manufacture a hundred thousand watches a year--that's one watch and a quarter every five minutes day and night--it's a moral duty to be punctual. Ned, you look like a prize pink this morning." "I have had such a sleep! Besides, I've just gone through the excitement of laying out the menu for our dinner. Good heavens, I forgot the flowers! We'll go and get them after breakfast. There's your coffee. Cream, old man? I am in a tremor39 over this dinner, you know. It is a maiden40 effort. By the way, Flemming, I wish you'd forget what I said about Miss Denham, last evening. I was all wrong."
"I told you so; what has happened?"
"Nothing. Only I have reconsidered the matter, and I see I was wrong to let it upset me."
"I saw that from the first."
"Some persons," said Lynde gayly, "always see everything from the first. You belong to the I-told-you-so family, only you belong to the cheerful branch."
"Thank the Lord for that! A wide-spreading, hopeful disposition41 is your only true umbrella in this vale of tears."
"I shall have to borrow yours, then, if it rains heavily, for I've none of my own."
"Take it, my boy; my name's on the handle!"
On finishing their coffee the young men lighted cigars and sallied forth43 for a stroll along the bank of the river, which they followed to the confluence44 of the Rhone with the Arve, stopping on the way to leave an order at a florist's. Returning to the hotel some time after mid-day, they found the flowers awaiting them in Lynde's parlor45, where a servant was already laying the cloth. There were bouquets46 for the ladies' plates, an imposing47 centre-piece in the shape of a pyramid, and a profusion48 of loose flowers.
"What shall we do with these?" asked Lynde, pointing to the latter.
"Set 'em around somewhere," said Flemming, with cheerful vagueness.
Lynde disposed the flowers around the room to the best of his judgment49; he hung some among the glass pendants of the chandelier, gave a nosegay to each of the two gilt50 statuettes in the corners, and piled the remainder about the base of a monumental clock on the mantelpiece.
"That's rather a pretty idea, isn't it?--wreathing Time in flowers," remarked Flemming, with honest envy of his friend's profounder depth of poetic51 sentiment.
"I thought it rather neat," said Lynde, who had not thought of it at all.
In the course of that dinner if two or three unexplained demure52 smiles flitted over Miss Denham's face, they might, perhaps, have been indirectly53 traced to these floral decorations, though they pleased her more than if a woman's hand had been visible in them.
"Flemming," said Lynde, with a severe aesthetic54 air, "I don't think that arrangement in the fireplace is quite up to the rest of the room."
"Nor I either," said Flemming, who had been silently admiring it for the last ten minutes.
The fireplace in question was stuffed with a quantity of long, delicately spiral shavings, sprinkled with silver spangles or flakes55 of isinglass, and covered by a piece of pale blue illusion. This device-- peculiarly Genevese--was supposed to represent a waterfall.
"Take a match and touch it off," suggested Flemming.
"If we had some more flowers, now"--"Exactly. I am going to the hotel to get myself up like a head-waiter, and I'll bring some when I come back."
In an hour afterwards Flemming reappeared, followed by a youth bearing an immense basket. Lynde removed the Alpine56 waterfall to an adjoining chamber, and built up a huge fire of flame-colored flowers in the grate. The two friends were standing57 in the middle of the room, gravely contemplating58 the effect, when a servant opened the door and announced Mrs. and Miss Denham. A rustle59 of drapery at the threshold was followed by the entrance of the two ladies in ceremonious dinner toilets.
Lynde had never seen Miss Denham in any but a dark travelling-dress, or in such unobtrusive costume as a modest girl may wear at a hotel table. He stood motionless an instant, seeing her in a trailing robe of some fleecy, maize-colored material, with a cluster of moss-roses at her corsage and a cross of diamonds at her throat. She was without other ornament60. The shade of her dress made her hair and eyes and complexion61 wonderful. Lynde was proud to have her look like that for Flemming, though he was himself affected62 by a queer impression that this queenly young person was not the simple, lovely girl he had known all along. He was embarrassed by her unexpected elegance63, but he covered his embarrassment64 and his pleasure by presenting his friend to the ladies, and ordering the servant to serve the dinner immediately.
Lynde's constraint65 was only momentary66, and the others had experienced none. Flemming, indeed, had a fleeting67 surprise at finding in the aunt a woman of thirty-five or thirty-eight, in the Indian summer of her beauty. Lynde had given him the idea of an elderly person with spectacles. As to Miss Denham, she had not fallen short of the mental picture Flemming had drawn68 of her--which ought to have surprised him. No charms or graces in a woman, however, could much surprise Flemming; he accepted them as matters of course; to him all women were charming in various degrees. He had that general susceptibility which preserves us the breed of bachelors. The constant victim of a series of minor69 emotions, he was safe from any major passion. There was a certain chivalrous70 air of camaraderie71 in his manner to women which made them like him sooner or later; the Denhams liked him instantly. Even before the potage was removed, Lynde saw that his dinner was a success. "The cook may drop dead now, if he wants to," said Lynde to himself; "he can't spoil anything."
"You are not entirely72 a stranger to us, Mr. Flemming," said Mrs. Denham, looking at him from behind the floral pyramid, which had the happy effect of isolating73 two guests who sat opposite each other. "There is a person who goes about foreign lands with no other ostensible74 mission than to sound your praise."
"You must set down a great deal to filial gratitude," returned Flemming. "I have been almost a father to our young friend."
"He tells me that your being here is quite accidental."
"It was one of those fortunate things, madam, which sometimes befall undeserving persons, as if to refute the theory of a special providence75."
"On the contrary, Mr. Flemming"--it was Miss Ruth who spoke--"it was evidently arranged with the clearest foresight76; for if you had been a day later, perhaps you would not have found your friend in Geneva--that is, if Mr. Lynde goes with us to Chamouni."
"You have heard from Mr. Denham, then?" said Lynde, turning to the aunt.
"We had letters this morning. Mr. Denham is in Paris, where he will remain a week or ten days, to show the sights to an old American friend of ours who is to join our party. I think I told you, Mr. Lynde? Supposing us to be weary of Geneva by this time, Mr. Denham suggests that we go on to Chamouni and wait there. I have left the matter to Ruth, and she decides in favor of leaving to-morrow, if the weather is fine."
"We are not tired of Geneva," said Miss Denham; "it would be ingratitude77 to Mr. Lynde to admit that; but we are longing78 for a nearer view of the Mont Blanc groups. One ought to know them pretty well after six weeks' constant looking at them; but the changes in the atmosphere make any certain intimacy impossible at this distance. New ranges loom79 up and disappear, the lines alter almost every hour. Were you ever at the Isles80 of Shoals, Mr. Flemming?"
Flemming started slightly. Since Miss Denham entered the room, he had given scarcely a thought to Lynde's dismal81 suspicions. Once or twice they had come into Flemming's mind, but he had promptly82 dismissed them. The girl's inquiry83 concerning a locality in New Hampshire suddenly recalled them, and recalled the motive84 with which Lynde had planned the dinner. Flemming flushed with vexation to think he had lent himself to the arrangement.
"I have spent parts of two summers at the Isles of Shoals," he said.
"Then you must have observed the singular changes that seem to take place on the mainland, seen from Appledore. The mirage85 on the Rye and Newcastle coasts--is it Newcastle?--sometimes does wonderful things. Frequently you see great cities stretching along the beach, some of the houses rising out of the water, as in Venice, only they are gloomy, foggy cities, like London, and not like Venice. Another time you see ships sailing by upside down; then it is a chain of hills, with peaks and projections86 that melt away under your eyes, leaving only the flat coast-line."
Flemming had seen all this, and seemed again to see it through the clear medium of the young girl's words. He had witnessed similar optical illusions in the deserts, also, which he described to her. Then he remembered a curious trick of refracted light he had once seen in the sunrise on Mount Washington, and suddenly he found himself asking Miss Denham if she were acquainted with the interior of New Hampshire. Flemming had put the interrogation without a shadow of design; he could have bitten his tongue off an instant after.
Lynde, who had been discussing with Mrs. Denham the details of the next day's journey, looked up quickly and sent Flemming a rapid scowl87.
"I have never been inland," was Miss Denham's answer. "My acquaintance with New Hampshire is limited to the Shoals and the beaches at Rye and Hampton. In visiting the Alps first I have, I know, been very impolite to the mountains and hills of my own land."
"Ruth, dear, Mr. Lynde and I have been speaking of the conveyance88 for to-morrow; shall it be an open or a close carriage?"
"An open carriage, by all means, aunt."
"That would have its inconvenience in case of showers," said Lynde; "when April takes her departure from the Alps, she is said to leave all her capriciousness behind her. I suggest a partially89 closed vehicle; you will find a covering comfortable in either rain or shine."
"Mr. Lynde thinks of everything," remarked Mrs. Denham. "He should not allow himself to be dictated90 to by unforeseeing woman."
"In strict confidence, Mrs. Denham, I will confess that I have arbitrarily taken this business in hand. For nearly a week, now, I have had my eye on a vehicle that must have been built expressly for us; it is driven by a tall, distinguished91 person, frosty of mustache and affable of manner--evidently a French marquis in disguise."
"What an adroit92 fellow Ned is!" Flemming said to himself. "I wonder that with all his cleverness he could have got such a foolish notion into his head about this girl."
"We must have the French marquis at any cost," said Miss Denham.
"The truth is," remarked Lynde, "I have secured him."
"We are to start at eight, Ruth."
"As I intend to have watchers and sit up all night," said Lynde, "I think I can promise to be on hand."
This matter decided93, the conversation, which had been carried on mostly in duets, became general. Flemming soon recovered from the remorse94 of his inadvertent question, or rather from his annoyance95 at the thought that possibly it had struck Lynde as having an ulterior motive.
As to Lynde, he was in the highest humor. Miss Denham had been thoroughly96 charming to his friend, with her serious and candid97 manner--a manner as far removed from reserve as from the thin vivacity98 of the average young woman of the period. Her rare smile had been finer than another's laugh. Flemming himself went as near to falling in love with her and the aunt as his loyalty99 to Lynde and the supposed existence of a Mr. Denham permitted.
After a while the window curtains were drawn, though it was scarcely dusk without, and candles brought; then the ices were served, and then the coffee; and then the clock on the mantelpiece, as if it took malicious100 satisfaction in the fleetness with which Time (wreathed in flowers) slips away from mortals, set up a silvery chime--it sounded like the angelus rung from some cathedral in the distance--to tell Flemming that his hour was come. He had still to return to the hotel to change his dress-suit before taking the train. Mrs. Denham insisted on Lynde accompanying his friend to the station, though Flemming had begged that he might be allowed to withdraw without disturbing the party, and even without saying farewell. "I don't recognize good-bys," said he; "there are too many sorrowful partings in the world already. I never give them the slightest encouragement." But the ladies persisted in considering the dinner at an end; then the two friends conducted the Denhams to the door of their own parlor and there took leave of them.
"Well?" said Lynde as he seated himself beside Flemming in the carriage. "What do you think of her?"
"An unusually agreeable woman," returned Flemming carelessly. "She is thirty-eight, she looks twenty-six, and is as pleasant as nineteen."
"I mean Miss Denham!"
"Ned, I don't care to discuss Miss Denham. When I think of your connecting that lovely lady with a crazy creature you met somewhere or other, I am troubled touching101 your intellect."
"But I do not any longer connect her with that unfortunate girl. I told you to put all that out of your mind."
"I don't find it easy to do, Ned; it is so monstrous102. Was not this dinner an arrangement for me to see Miss Denham and in some way judge her?"
"No, Flemming; there was a moment yesterday evening when I had some such wild idea. I had grown morbid103 by being alone all day and brooding over a resemblance which I have not been able to prevent affecting me disagreeably at intervals104. This resemblance does not exist for you, and you have not been subtile enough to put yourself in my place. However, all that is past; it shall not disturb me in future. When I invited the Denhams to this dinner it was solely105 that I might present you to the woman I shall marry if she will have me."
"She is too good for you, Ned."
"I know it. That's one thing makes me love her. I admire superior people; it is my single merit. I wouldn't stoop to marry my equal. Flemming, what possessed you to question her about New Hampshire?"
"We were speaking of the White Hills, and the question asked itself. I wasn't thinking of your puerilities; don't imagine it. I hope her reply settled you. What are you going to do now?"
"I shall go with them to Chamouni."
"And afterwards?"
"My plan is to wait there until the uncle comes."
"That would be an excellent plan if you wanted to marry the uncle. If I were you, Ned, I would go and speak with Miss Denham, and then with the aunt, who will be worth a dozen uncles if you enlist106 her on your side. She doesn't seem unfriendly to you."
"I will do that, Flemming," returned Lynde thoughtfully. "I am not sure that Miss Denham would marry me. We are disposing of her as if she could be had for the asking. I might lose everything by being premature107."
"Premature! I've a mind to stay over and fall in love with her myself. I could do it in a day and a half, and you have been six weeks about it."
"Six weeks! I sometimes think I have loved her all my life," said Lynde.
From the Schweizerhof the young men drove without speaking to the railroad station, which they reached just in time for Flemming to catch his train. With hurriedly exchanged promises to write each other, the two parted on the platform. Then Lynde in a serenely108 happy frame of mind caused himself to be driven to the Rue42 des Paquis, where he stopped at the chateau109 of the French marquis, which looked remarkably110 like a livery-stable, and arranged for a certain travelling-carriage to be at the door of the hotel the next morning at eight.
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