It was a dinner party in one of the up-town houses--palaces--that begin to repeat in size, spaciousness1 of apartments, and decoration the splendor2 of the Medicean merchant princes. It is the penalty that we pay for the freedom of republican opportunity that some must be very rich. This is the logical outcome of the open chance for everybody to be rich--and it is the surest way to distinction. In a free country the course must be run, and it is by the accumulation of great wealth that one can get beyond anxiety, and be at liberty to indulge in republican simplicity3.
Margaret and Miss Arbuser were ushered4 in through a double row of servants in livery--shortclothes and stockings--in decorous vacuity--an array necessary to bring into relief the naturalness and simplicity of the entertainers. Vulgarity, one can see, consists in making one's self a part of the display of wealth: the thing to be attained5 is personal simplicity on a background of the richest ostentation7. It is difficult to attain6 this, and theory says that it takes three generations for a man to separate himself thus from his display. It was the tattle of the town that the first owner of the pictures in the gallery of the Stott mansion8 used to tell the prices to his visitors; the third owner is quite beyond remembering them. He might mention, laughingly, that the ornamented9 shovel10 in the great fireplace in the library was decorated by Vavani--it was his wife's fancy. But he did not say that the ceiling in the music-room was painted by Pontifex Lodge11, or that six Italian artists had worked four years making the Corean room, every inch of it exquisite12 as an intaglio--indeed, the reporters had made the town familiar with the costly13 facts.
The present occupants understood quite well the value of a background: the house swarmed14 with servants--retainers, one might say. Margaret, who was fresh from her history class, recalled the days of Elizabeth, when a man's importance was gauged15 by the retinue16 of servitors and men and women in waiting. And this is, after all, a better test of wealth than a mere17 accumulation of things and cost of decoration; for though men and women do not cost so much originally as good pictures--that is, good men and women--everybody knows that it needs more revenue to maintain them. Though the dinner party was not large, there was to be a dance afterwards, and for every guest was provided a special attendant.
The dinner was served in the state dining-room, to which Mr. Henderson had the honor of conducting Margaret. Here prevailed also the same studied simplicity. The seats were for sixteen. The table went to the extremity18 of elegant plainness, no crowding, no confusion of colors under the soft lights; if there was ostentation anywhere, it was in the dazzling fineness of the expanse of table-linen, not in the few rare flowers, or the crystal, or the plate, which was of solid gold, simply modest. The eye is pleased by this chastity--pure whiteness, the glow of yellow, the slight touch of sensuous19 warmth in the rose. The dinner was in keeping, short, noiselessly served under the eye of the maitre d'hotel, few courses, few wines; no anxiety on the part of the host and hostess--perhaps just a little consciousness that everything was simple and elegant, a little consciousness of the background; but another generation will remove that.
If to Margaret's country apprehension20 the conversation was not quite up to the level of the dinner and the house--what except that of a circle of wits, who would be out of place there, could be?--the presence of Mr. Henderson, who devoted21 himself to her, made the lack unnoticed. The talk ran, as usual, on the opera, Wagner, a Christmas party at Lenox, at Tuxedo22, somebody's engagement, some lucky hit in the Exchange, the irritating personalities23 of the newspapers, the last English season, the marriage of the Duchess of Bolinbroke, a confidential24 disclosure of who would be in the Cabinet and who would have missions, a jocular remark across the table about a "corner" (it is impossible absolutely here, as well as at a literary dinner, to sink the shop), the Sunday opening of galleries--anything to pass the hour, the ladies contributing most of the vivacity25 and persiflage26.
"I saw you, Mr. Henderson"--it was Mrs. Laflamme raising her voice--"the other night in a box with a very pretty woman."
"Yes--Miss Eschelle."
"I don't know them. We used to hear of them in Naples, Venice, various places; they were in Europe some time; I believe. She was said to be very entertaining--and enterprising."
"Well, I suppose they have seen something of the world. The other lady was her mother. And the man with us--that might interest you more, Mrs. Laflamme, was Mr. Lyon, who will be the Earl of Chisholm."
"Ah! Then I suppose she has money?"
"I never saw any painful evidence of poverty. But I don't think Mr. Lyon is fortune-hunting. He seems to be after information and--goodness."
Margaret flushed a little, but apparently27 Henderson did not notice it. Then she said (after Mrs. Laflamme had dropped the subject with the remark that he had come to the right place), "Miss Eschelle called on me yesterday."
"And was, no doubt, agreeable."
"She was, as Mrs. Laflamme says, entertaining. She quoted you a good deal."
"Quoted me? For what?"
"As one would a book, as a familiar authority."
"I suppose I ought to be flattered, if you will excuse the street expression, to have my stock quotable. Perhaps you couldn't tell whether Miss Eschelle was a bull or a bear in this case?"
"I don't clearly know what that is. She didn't offer me any," said Margaret, in a tone of carrying on the figure without any personal meaning.
"Well, she is a bit of an operator. A good many women here amuse themselves a little in stocks."
"It doesn't seem to me very feminine."
"No? But women generally like to' take risks and chances. In countries where lotteries28 are established they always buy tickets."
"Ah! then they only risk what they have. I think women are more prudent29 and conservative than men."
"No doubt. They are conservatives usually. But when they do go in for radical30 measures and risks, they leave us quite behind." Mr. Henderson did not care to extend the conversation in this direction, and he asked, abruptly31, "Are you finding New York agreeable, Miss Debree?"
"Yes. Yes and no. One has no time to one's self. Do you understand why it is, Mr. Henderson, that one can enjoy the whole day and then be thoroughly32 dissatisfied with it?"
"Perfectly33; when the excitement is over."
"And then I don't seem to be myself here. I have a feeling of having lost myself."
"Because the world is so big?"
"Not that. Do you know, the world seems much smaller here than at home."
"And the city appears narrow and provincial34?"
"I cannot quite explain it. The interests of life don't seem so large--the questions, I mean, what is going on in Europe, the literature, the reforms, the politics. I get a wider view when I stand off--at home. I suppose it is more concentrated here. And, oh dear, I'm so stupid! Everybody is so alert in little things, so quick to turn a compliment, and say a bright thing. While I am getting ready to say what I really think about Browning, for instance, he is disposed of in a sentence."
"That is because you try to say what you really think."
"If one don't, what's the use of talk?"
"Oh, to pass the time."
Margaret looked up to see if Henderson was serious. There was a smile of amusement on his face, but not at all offensive, because the woman saw that it was a look of interest also.
"Then I sha'n't be serious any more," she said, as there was a movement to quit the table.
"That lays the responsibility on me of being serious," he replied, in the same light tone.
Later they were wandering through the picture-gallery together. A gallery of modern pictures appeals for the most part to the senses--represents the pomps, the color, the allurements35 of life. It struck Henderson forcibly that this gallery, which he knew well, appeared very different looking at it with Miss Debree from what it would if he had been looking at it with Miss Eschelle. There were some pictures that he hurried past, some technical excellences36 only used for sensuous effects--that he did not call attention to as he might have done with another. Curiously37 enough, he found himself seeking sentiment, purity. If the drawing was bad, Margaret knew it; if a false note was struck, she saw it. But she was not educated up to a good many of the suggestions of the gallery. Henderson perceived this, and his manner to her became more deferential38 and protective. It was a manner to which every true woman responds, and Margaret was happy, more herself, and talked with a freedom and gayety, a spice of satire39, and a note of reality that made her every moment more attractive to her companion. In her, animation40 the charm of her unworn beauty blazed upon him with a direct personal appeal. He hardly cared to conceal41 his frank admiration42. She, on her part, was thinking, what could Miss Eschelle mean by saying that she was afraid of him?
"Does the world seem any larger here, Miss Debree?" he asked, as they had lingeringly made the circuit of the room and passed out through the tropical conservatory43 to join the rest of the company.
"Yes--away from people."
"Then it is not numbers, I am glad to know, that make a world."
She did not reply. But when he encountered her, robed for departure, at the foot of the stairway, she gave him her hand in good-night, and their eyes met for a moment.
I wonder if that was the time? Probably not. I fancy that when the right day came she confessed that the moment was when she first saw him enter their box at the opera.
Henderson walked down the avenue slowly, hearing the echo of his own steps in the deserted44 street. He was in no haste to reach home. It was such a delightful45 evening-snowing a little, and cold, but so exhilarating. He remembered just how she turned her head as she got into the carriage. She had touched his arm lightly once in the gallery to call his attention to a picture. Yes, the world was larger, larger, by one, and it would seem large--her image came to him distinctly--if she were the only one.
Henderson was under the spell of this evening when the next, in response to a note asking him to call for a moment on business, he was shown into the Eschelle drawing-room. It was dimly lighted, but familiarity with the place enabled him without difficulty to find his way down the long suite46, rather overcrowded with luxurious47 furniture, statuary, and pictures on easels, to the little library at the far end glowing in a rosy48 light.
There, ensconced in a big chair, a book in her hand, one pretty foot on the fender, sat Carmen, in a grayish, vaporous toilet, which took a warm hue49 from the color of the spreading lamp-shades. On the carved table near was a litter of books and of nameless little articles, costly and coquettish, which assert femininity, even in a literary atmosphere. Over the fireplace hung a picture of spring--a budding girl, smiling and winning, in a semi-transparent raiment, advancing with swift steps to bring in the season of flowers and of love. The hand that held the book rested upon the arm of the chair, a finger inserted in the place where she had been reading, her rounded white arm visible to the elbow, and Carmen was looking into the fire in the attitude of reflection upon a suggestive passage.
Women have so many forms of attraction, different women are attractive in so many different ways, moods are so changing, beauty is so undefinable, and has so many weapons. And yet men are called inconstant!
It was not until Henderson had time to take in the warmth of this domestic picture that Carmen rose.
"It is so good of you to come, with all your engagements. Mamma is excused with a headache, but she has left me power of attorney to ask questions about our little venture."
"I hope the attorney will not put me through a cross-examination."
"That depends upon how you have been behaving, Mr. Henderson. I'm not very cross yet. Now, sit there so that I can look at you and see how honest you are."
"Do you want me to put on my business or my evening expression?"
"Oh, the first, if you mean business."
"Well, your stocks are going up."
"That's nice. You are so lucky! Everything goes up with you. Do you know what they say of you.
"Nothing bad, I hope."
"That everything you touch turns to gold. That you will be one of the nabobs of New York in ten years."
"That's a startling destiny."
"Isn't it? I don't like it." The girl seemed very serious. "I'd like you to be distinguished50. To be in the Cabinet. To be minister--go to England. But one needs a great deal of money for that, to go as one ought to go. What a career is open to a man in this country if he has money!"
"But I don't care for politics."
"Who does? But position. You can afford that if you have money enough. Do you know, Mr. Henderson, I think you are dull."
"Thank you. I reckoned you'd find it out."
"The other night at the Nestor ball a lady--no, I won't tell you who she is--asked me if I knew who that man was across the room; such an air of distinction; might be the new British Minister. You know, I almost blushed when I said I did know him."
"Well?"
"You see what people expect of you. When a man looks distinguished and is clever, and knows how to please if he likes, he cannot help having a career, unless he is afraid to take the chances."
Henderson was not conscious of ever being wanting in this direction. The picture conjured51 up by the ingenious girl was not unfamiliar52 to his mind, and he understood quite well the relation to it that Carmen had in her mind; but he did not take the lead offered. Instead, he took refuge in the usual commonplace, and asked, "Wouldn't you like to have been a man?"
"Heaven forbid! I should be too wicked. It is responsibility enough to be a woman. I did not expect such a banality53 from you. Do you think, Mr. Henderson, we had better sell?"
"Sell what?"
"Our stocks. You are so occupied that I thought they might fall when you are up in the clouds somewhere."
"No, I shall not forget."
"Well, such things happen. I might forget you if it were not for the stocks."
"Then I shall keep the stocks, even if they fall."
"And we should both fall together. That would be some compensation. Not much. Going to smash with you would be something like going to church with Mr. Lyon. It might have a steadying effect."
"What has come over you tonight, Carmen?" Henderson asked, leaning forward with an expression of half amusement, half curiosity.
"I've been thinking--doesn't that astonish you?--about life. It is very serious. I got some new views talking with that Miss Debree from Brandon. Chiefly from what she didn't say. She is such a lovely girl, and just as unsophisticated--well, as we are. I fear I shocked her by telling her your opinion of French novels."
"You didn't tell her that I approved of all the French novels you read?"
"Oh no! I didn't say you approved of any. It sort of came out that you knew about them. She is so downright and conscientious54. I declare I felt virtuous55 shivers running all over me all the time I was with her. I'm conscientious myself. I want everybody to know the worst of me. I wish I could practice some concealment56. But she rather discourages me. She would take the color out of a career. She somehow doesn't allow for color, I could see. Duty, duty--that is the way she looks at life. She'd try to keep me up to it; no playing by the way. I liked her very much. I like people not to have too much toleration. She would be just the wife for some nice country rector."
"Perhaps I ought to tell her your plan for her? I dined with her last night at the Stotts'."
"Yes?" Carmen had been wondering if he would tell her of that. "Was it very dull?"
"Not very. There was music, distant enough not to interfere57 with conversation, and the gallery afterwards."
"It must have been very exhilarating. You talked about the Duchess of Bolinbroke, and the opera, and Prince Talleyrand, and the corner in wheat--dear me, I know, so decorous! And you said Miss Debree was there?"
"I had the honor of taking her out."
"Mr. Henderson"--the girl had risen to adjust the lamp-shade, and now stood behind his chair with her arm resting on it, so that he was obliged to turn his head backward to see her--"Mr. Henderson, do you know you are getting to be a desperate flirt58?" The laughing eyes looking into his said that was not such a desperate thing to do if he chose the right object.
"Who taught me?" He raised his left hand. She did not respond to the overture59, except to snap the hand with her index-finger, and was back in her chair again, regarding him demurely60.
"I think we shall go abroad soon." The little foot was on the fender again, and the face had the look of melancholy61 resolution.
"And leave Mr. Lyon without any protection here?" The remark was made in a tone of good-humored raillery, but for some reason it seemed to sting the girl.
"Pshaw!" she said. "How can you talk such nonsense? You," and she rose to her feet in indignation--"you to advise an American girl to sell herself for a title--the chance of a title. I'm ashamed of you!"
"Why, Carmen," he replied, flushing, "I advised nothing of the sort. I hadn't the least idea. I don't care a straw for Mr. Lyon."
"That's just it; you don't care," sinking into her seat, still unappeased. "I think I'll tell Mr. Lyon that he will have occupation enough to keep him in this country if he puts his money into that scheme you were talking over the other night."
Henderson was in turn annoyed. "You can tell him anything you like. I'm no more responsible for his speculations62 than for his domestic concerns."
"Now you are offended. It's not nice of you to put me in the wrong when you know how impulsive63 I am. I wish I didn't let my feelings run away with me." This said reflectively, and looking away from him. And then, turning towards him with wistful, pleading eyes: "Do you know, I sometimes wish I had never seen you. You have so much power to make a person very bad or very good."
"Come, come," said Henderson, rising, "we mustn't quarrel about an Englishman--such old friends."
"Yes, we are very old friends." The girl rose also, and gave him her hand. "Perhaps that's the worst of it. If I should lose your esteem64 I should go into a convent." She dropped his hand, and snatching a bunch of violets from the table, fixed65 them in his button-hole, looking up in his face with vestal sweetness. "You are not offended?"
"Not a bit; not the least in the world," said Henderson, heartily66, patting the hand that still lingered upon his lapel.
When he had gone, Carmen sank into her chair with a gesture of vexation, and there were hard lines in her sweet face. "What an insensible stick!" Then she ran up-stairs to her mother, who sat in her room reading one of the town-weeklies, into which some elderly ladies look for something to condemn67.
"Well?"
"Such a stupid evening! He is just absorbed in that girl from Brandon. I told him we were going abroad."
"Going abroad! You are crazy, child. New York is forty times as amusing."
"And forty times as tiresome68. I'm sick of it. Mamma, don't you think it would be only civil to ask Mr. Lyon to a quiet dinner before he goes?"
"Certainly. That is what I said the other day. I thought you--"
"Yes, I was ill-natured then. But I want to please you. And we really ought to be civil."
One day is so like another in the city. Every day something new, and, the new the same thing over again. And always the expectation that it will be different tomorrow. Nothing is so tiresome as a kaleidoscope, though it never repeats itself.
Fortunately there are two pursuits that never pall--making money and making love.
Henderson had a new object in life, though the new one did not sensibly divert him from the old; it rather threw a charming light over it, and made the possibilities of it more attractive. In all his schemes he found the thought of Margaret entering. Why should it not have been Carmen? he sometimes thought. She thoroughly understood him. She would never stand in the way of his most daring ambitions with any scruples69. Her conscience would never nag70 his. She would be ambitious for a career for him. Would she care for him or the career? How clever she was! And affectionate? She would be if she had a heart.
He was not balancing the two. What man ever does, in fact? It was simply because Margaret had a heart that he loved her, that she seemed necessary to him. He was quite capable of making a match for his advancement71, but he felt strong enough to make one for his own pleasure. And if there are men so worldly as not to be attracted to unworldliness in a woman, Henderson was not one of them. If his heart had not dictated72, his brain would have told him the value of the sympathy of a good woman.
He was a very busy man, in the thick of the struggle for a great fortune. It did not occur to him to reflect whether she would approve all the methods he resorted to, but all the women he knew liked success, and the thought of her invigorated him. If she once loved him, she would approve what he did.
He saw much of her in those passing days--days that went like a dream to one of them at least. He was a welcome guest at the Arbusers', but he saw little of Margaret alone. It did not matter. A chance look is a volume; a word is a library. They saw each other; they heard each other. And then passion grows almost as well in the absence as in the presence of the object. Imagination then has free play. A little separation sometimes will fan it into a flame.
The days went by, and Margaret's visit was over. I am obliged to say that the leave-taking was a gay one, as full of laughter as it was of hope. Brandon was such a little way off. Henderson often had business there. The Misses Arbuser said, "Of course." And Margaret said he must not forget that she lived there. Even when she bade her entertainers an affectionate good-by, she could not look very unhappy.
Spring was coming. That day in the cars there were few signs of it on the roadside to be seen, but the buds were swelling73. And Margaret, neglecting the book which lay on her lap, and looking out the window, felt it in all her veins74.
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