“It was scarcely kind of you to cause us so much anxiety,” said Miss Verney in a low voice as he approached the piano at which she was seated. “I assure you we have been most concerned about you; and, if you had not come on board very soon, Captain Marsh4 and Mr. Foote were going ashore again in search of you.”
“That would have been very kind of them,” said Browne, dropping into an easy-chair; “but there was not the least necessity for it. I am quite capable of taking care of myself.”
“Nasty things mountains,” said Jimmy Foote to the company at large. “I don’t trust ’em myself. I remember once on the Rigi going out with old Simeon Baynes, the American millionaire fellow, you know, and his daughter, the girl who married that Italian count who fought Constantovitch and was afterwards killed in Abyssinia. At one place we very nearly went over the edge, every man-jack of us, and I vowed6 I’d never do such a thing again. Fancy the irony7 of the position! After having been poverty-stricken all one’s life, to drop through the air thirteen hundred feet in the company of over a million dollars. I’m perfectly8 certain of one thing, however: if it hadn’t been for the girl’s presence of mind I should not have been here today. As it was, she saved my life, and, until she married, I never could be sufficiently9 grateful to her.”
“Only until she married!” said Lady Imogen, looking up from the novel she was reading. “How was it your gratitude10 did not last longer than that?”
“Doesn’t somebody say that gratitude is akin5 to love?” answered Foote, with a chuckle11. “Of course I argued that, since she was foolish enough to show her bad taste by marrying somebody else, it would scarcely have become me to be grateful.”
Browne glanced at Foote rather sharply. What did he mean by talking of life-saving on mountains, on this evening of all others? Had he heard anything? But Jimmy’s face was all innocence12.
At that moment the dressing13 gong sounded, and every one rose, preparatory to departing to their respective cabins.
“Where is Maas?” Browne inquired of Marsh, who was the last to leave.
“He is on deck, I think,” replied the other; but as he spoke14 the individual in question made his appearance down the companion-ladder, carrying in his hand a pair of field-glasses.
For some reason or another, dinner that night was scarcely as successful as usual. The English mail had come in, and the Duchess had had a worrying letter from the Duke, who had been commanded to Osborne among the salt of the earth, when he wanted to be in the Highlands among the grouse15; Miss Verney had not yet recovered from what she considered Browne’s ill-treatment of herself that afternoon; while one of the many kind friends of the American Ambassador had forwarded him information concerning a debate in Congress, in order that he might see in what sort of estimation he was held by a certain portion of his fellow-countrymen. Never a very talkative man, Browne this evening was even more silent than usual. The recollection of a certain pale face and a pair of beautiful eyes haunted him continually. Indeed, had it not been for Barrington–Marsh and Jimmy Foote, who did their duty manfully, the meal would have been a distinct failure as far as its general liveliness was concerned. As it was, no one was sorry when an adjournment17 was made for coffee to the deck above. Under the influence of this gentle stimulant18, however, and the wonderful quiet of the fjord, things brightened somewhat. But the improvement was not maintained; the pauses gradually grew longer and more frequent, and soon after ten o’clock the ladies succumbed19 to the general inertness20, and disappeared below.
According to custom, the majority of the men immediately adjourned21 to the smoking-room for cards. Browne, however, excused himself on the plea that he was tired and preferred the cool. Maas followed suit; and, when the others had taken themselves off, the pair stood leaning against the bulwarks22, smoking and watching the lights of the village ashore.
“I wonder how you and I would have turned out,” said Maas quietly, when they had been standing23 at the rails for some minutes, “if we had been born and bred in this little village, and had never seen any sort of life outside the Geiranger?”
“Without attempting to moralize, I don’t doubt but that we should have been better in many ways,” Browne replied. “I can assure you there are times when I get sick to death of the inane24 existence we lead.”
“Leben heisst tr?umen; weise sein heisst angenehm tr?umen,” quoted Maas, half to himself and half to his cigar. “Schiller was not so very far out after all.”
“Excellent as far as the sentiment is concerned,” said Browne, as he flicked25 the ash off his cigar and watched it drop into the water alongside. “But, however desirous we may be of dreaming agreeably, our world will still take good care that we wake up just at the moment when we are most anxious to go on sleeping.”
“In order that we may not be disillusioned26, my friend,” said Maas. “The starving man dreams of City banquets, and wakes to the unpleasant knowledge that it does not do to go to sleep on an empty stomach. The debtor27 imagines himself the possessor of millions, and wakes to find the man-inpossession seated by his bedside. But there is one cure; and you should adopt it, my dear Browne.”
“What is that?”
“Marriage, my friend! Get yourself a wife and you will have no time to think of such things. Doesn’t your Ben Jonson say that marriage is the best state for a man in general?”
“Marriage!” retorted Browne scornfully. “It always comes back to that. I tell you I have come to hate the very sound of the word. From the way people talk you might think marriage is the pivot28 on which our lives turn. They never seem to realise that it is the rock upon which we most of us go to pieces. What is a London season but a monstrous29 market, in which men and women are sold to the highest bidders30, irrespective of inclination31 or regard? I tell you, Maas, the way these things are managed in what we call English society borders on the indecent. Lord A. is rich; consequently a hundred mothers offer him their daughters. He may be what he pleases — an honourable32 man, or the greatest blackguard at large upon the earth. In nine cases out of ten it makes little or no difference, provided, of course, he has a fine establishment and the settlements are satisfactory. At the commencement of the season the girls are brought up to London, to be tricked out, regardless of expense, by the fashionable dressmakers of the day. They are paraded here, there, and everywhere, like horses in a dealer’s yard; are warned off the men who have no money, but who might very possibly make them happy; while they are ordered by the ‘home authorities’ to encourage those who have substantial bank balances and nothing else to recommend them. As the question of love makes no sort of difference, it receives no consideration. After their friends have sent them expensive presents, which in most cases they cannot afford to give, but do so in order that they may keep up appearances with their neighbours and tradesmen, the happy couple stand side by side before the altar at St. George’s and take the most solemn oath of their lives; that done, they spend their honeymoon33 in Egypt, Switzerland, or the Riviera, where they are presented with ample opportunity of growing tired of one another. Returning to town, the man usually goes back to his old life and the woman to hers. The result is a period of mutual34 distrust and deceit; an awakening35 follows, and later on we have the cause célèbre, and, holding up our hands in horror, say, ‘Dear me, how very shocking!’ In the face of all this, we have the audacity36 to curl our lips and to call the French system unnatural37!”
“I am afraid, dear Browne, you are not quite yourself to-night,” said Maas, with a gentle little laugh, at the end of the other’s harangue38. “The mistake of believing that a marriage, with money on the side of the man and beauty on that of the woman, must irretrievably result in misfortune is a very common one. For my part, I am singular enough to believe it may turn out as well if not better than any other.”
“I wasn’t aware that optimism was your strong point,” retorted Browne. “For my part I feel, after the quiet of this fjord, as if I could turn my back on London and never go near it again.”
He spoke with such earnestness that Maas, for once in his life, was almost astonished. He watched his companion as he lit another cigar.
“One thing is quite certain,” he said at length, “your walk this afternoon did you more harm than good. The fog must have got into your blood. And yet, if you will not think me impertinent for saying so, Miss Verney gave you a welcome such as many men would go through fire and water to receive.”
Browne grunted39 scornfully. He was not going to discuss Miss Verney’s opinion of himself with his companion. Accordingly he changed the subject abruptly40 by inquiring whether Maas had made any plans for the ensuing winter.
“I am a methodical man,” replied the latter, with a smile at his companion’s naive41 handling of the situation, “and all my movements are arranged some months ahead. When this charming voyage is at an end, and I have thanked you for your delightful42 hospitality, I shall hope to spend a fortnight with our dear Duchess in the Midlands; after that I am due in Paris for a week or ten days; then, like the swallow, I fly south; shall dawdle43 along the Mediterranean44 for three or four months, probably cross to Cairo, and then work my way slowly back to England in time for the spring. What do you propose doing?”
“Goodness knows,” Browne replied lugubriously45. “At first I thought of Rajputana; but I seem to have done, and to be tired of doing, everything. They tell me tigers are scarce in India. This morning I felt almost inclined to take a run out to the Cape46 and have three months with the big game.”
“You said as much in the smoking-room last night, I remember,” Maas replied. “Pray, what has occurred since then to make you change your mind?”
“I do not know, myself,” said Browne. “I feel restless and unsettled to-night, that is all. Do you think I should care for Russia?”
“For Russia?” cried his companion in complete surprise. “What on earth makes you think of Russia?”
Browne shook his head.
“It’s a notion I have,” he answered; though, for my own part, I am certain that, until that moment, he had never thought of it. “Do you remember Demetrovitch, that handsome fellow with the enormous moustache who stayed with me last year at Newmarket?”
“I remember him perfectly,” Maas replied; and had Browne been watching his face, instead of looking at the little hotel ashore, he would in all probability have noticed that a peculiar47 smile played round the corners of his mouth as he said it. “But what has Demetrovitch to do with your proposed trip to Russia? I had an idea that he was ordered by the Czar to spend two years upon his estates.”
“Exactly! so he was. That accounts for my notion. He has often asked me to pay him a visit. Besides, I have never seen Petersburg in the winter, and I’m told it’s rather good fun.”
“You will be bored to death,” the other answered. “If you go, I’ll give you a month in which to be back in England. Now I think, with your permission, I’ll retire. It’s after eleven, and there’s something about these fjords that never fails to make me sleepy. Good-night, mon cher ami, and pleasant dreams to you.”
Browne bade him good-night, and when the other disappeared into the companion, returned to his contemplation of the shore. The night was so still that the ripple48 of the wavelets on the beach, half a mile or so away, could be distinctly heard. The men had left the smoking-room; and save the solitary49 figure of the officer on the bridge, and a hand forward by the cable range, Browne had the deck to himself. And yet he was not altogether alone, for his memory was still haunted by the recollection of the same sweet face, with the dark, lustrous50 eyes, that had been with him all the evening. Do what he would, he could not endow the adventure of the afternoon with the common-place air he had tried to bestow51 upon it. Something told him that it was destined52 to play a more important part in his life’s history than would at first glance appear to be the case. And yet he was far from being a susceptible53 young man. The training he had received would have been sufficient to prevent that. For upwards54 of an hour he remained where he was, thinking and thinking, and yet never coming any nearer a definite conclusion. Then, throwing away what remained of his cigar, he bestowed55 a final glance upon the shore, and went below to his cabin, to dream, over and over again, of the adventure that had befallen him that afternoon.
Whatever else may have been said of it, the weather next morning was certainly not propitious56; the mountains surrounding the bay were hidden in thick mist, and rain was falling steadily57. After breakfast the male portion of the party adjourned to the smoking-room, while the ladies engaged themselves writing letters or with their novels in the drawing-room below.
Browne alone seemed in good spirits. While the others were railing at the fog, and idly speculating as to whether it would clear, he seemed to derive58 a considerable amount of satisfaction from it. About ten o’clock he announced his intention of going ashore, in order, he said, that he might confer with a certain local authority regarding their proposed departure for the south next day. As a matter of politeness he inquired whether any of his guests would accompany him, and received an answer in the negative from all who happened to be in the smoking-room at the time. His valet accordingly brought him his mackintosh, and he had put it on and was moving towards the gangway when Maas made his appearance from the saloon companion.
“Is it possible you are going ashore?” he inquired in a tone of mild surprise. “If so, and you will have me, I will beg leave to accompany you. If I stay on board I shall go to sleep, and if I go to sleep I shall wake up in a bad temper; so that, if you would save your guests from that annoyance59, I should advise you to take me with you.”
Though Browne could very well have dispensed60 with his company, common politeness prevented him from saying so. Accordingly he expressed his pleasure at the arrangement, and when they had descended the gangway they took their places in the boat together. For the first time during the excursion, and also for the first time in the years they had known each other, Browne felt inclined to quarrel with Maas; and yet there was nothing in the other’s behaviour towards him to which he could take exception.
Maas could see that Browne was not himself, and he accordingly set himself to remedy the trouble as far as lay in his power. So well did he succeed that by the time the boat reached the tiny landing-stage his host was almost himself again.
“Now you must do just as you please,” said Maas when they had landed. “Do not consider me in the matter at all, I beg of you; I can amuse myself very well. Personally I feel inclined for a walk up the mountain road.”
“Do so, then, by all means,” said his host, who was by no means sorry to hear him arrive at this decision. “If I were you, however, I should stick to the road; these mists are not things to be taken lightly.”
“I agree with you,” said Maas. Then, bidding the other good-bye, he set off on his excursion.
Browne, who was conscientiousness61 itself, walked along the hillside to the residence of the functionary62 whom he had professedly come ashore to see, and when he had consulted him upon the point at issue, made his way in the direction of the hotel. Accosting63 the manager in the hall, he inquired whether it would be possible to obtain an interview with Madame Bernstein.
“Most certainly, sir,” the man replied. “If you will follow me I will conduct you to her.”
So saying, he led the way down the long wooden passage towards a room at the further end. Into this Browne was ushered64, while the man departed in search of the lady. What occasioned the delay it is impossible to say, but fully16 a quarter of an hour elapsed before madame made her appearance. She greeted him with a great appearance of cordiality. Taking his hands in hers, she held them while she thanked him, in fluent French, for what she called his bravery on the preceding afternoon.
“Mon Dieu!” said she. “What should I have done had you not been there to help her? Had she been killed I should never have known happiness again. It was such a risk to run. She is so reckless. She fills me with consternation66 whenever she goes out alone.”
This was not at all what Browne had bargained for. However, under the circumstances, it would not only have been unwise, but practically impossible, for him to protest. You cannot save a young lady’s life and expect to escape her relatives’ thanks, however much you may desire to do so. After these had been offered to him, however, he managed to discover an opportunity of inquiring after her.
“The poor child is better this morning,” Madame replied, solemnly wagging her head. “But, alas67! it will be several days before she can hope to put her foot to the ground. She begged me, however, to thank you, monsieur, should you call, for your goodness to her.”
Try as he would to conceal68 it, there could be no sort of doubt that Browne was pleased that she should have thought about him. He begged Madame Bernstein to inform her that he had called to inquire, and then bade her good-bye. He had hoped to have discovered something concerning the girl’s history; but as it was plain to him that Madame was not one who would be easily induced to make disclosures, he abandoned the attempt.
He had passed down the passage, and was in the act of leaving the hotel, when a voice reached him from a room on the right which caused him no little surprise. At the same instant the door opened, and no less a person than Maas stood before him.
“Why, my dear Browne, really this is most charming,” he cried, with a somewhat exaggerated enthusiasm. “I had not the very least idea of finding you here.”
“Nor I of seeing you,” Browne retorted. “I understood that you were going for a walk up the mountain.”
“I did go,” the other replied, “but the mist was so thick that I changed my mind and came in here for a glass of Vermouth prior to going on board. Believe me, there is nothing like Vermouth for counteracting69 the evil effects of fog. Will you let me persuade you to try a glass? What they have given me is excellent.”
Browne thanked him, but declined. He did not like finding the man in the hotel; but as things were, he could not see that he had any right to complain. He only hoped that Maas knew nothing of his reason for being there. Conversant70, however, as he was with his friend’s peculiarities71, he felt certain he would say nothing about it to any one, even supposing that he had discovered it.
Leaving the hotel together, they made their way down to the boat, and in something less than a quarter of an hour were on board the yacht once more. The fog still continued, nor did it lift for the remainder of the day.
On the following morning they had arranged to leave Merok for Aalsund, and thence to turn south on their homeward journey. Fortunately the weather had cleared sufficiently by the time day dawned to admit of their departure, and accordingly at the appointed hour, dipping her ensign to the village in token of farewell, the yacht swung round and headed for the pass under the Pulpit Rock. Browne was on the bridge at the time, and it was with a sensible feeling of regret that he bade farewell to the little village nestling at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Never did he remember having experienced such regret in leaving a place before. Whether he and Katherine Petrovitch would ever meet again was more than he could tell; it seemed to him extremely unlikely, and yet —— But at this juncture72 he shook his head very wisely at the receding65 mountains, and told himself that that was a question which only Fate could decide.
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