Dr. Fabos at Dieppe.
I thought that I knew no one in Dieppe, but I was wrong, as you shall see; and I had scarcely set foot in the hotel when I ran against no other than Timothy McShanus, the journalist of Fleet Street, and found myself in an instant listening to his odd medley1 of fact and fancy. For the first time for many years he was in no immediate2 need of a little loan.
“Faith,” says he, “’tis the best thing that ever ye heard. The Lord Mayor of this very place is dancing and feasting the County Councillors—and me, Timothy McShanus, is amongst ’em. Don’t ask how it came about. I’ll grant ye there is another McShanus in the Parlyment—a rare consated divil of a man that they may have meant to ask to the rejoicin’. Well, the letter came to worthier3 hands—and by the honour of ould Ireland, says I, ’tis this McShanus that will eat their victuals4. So here I am, me bhoy, and ye’ll order what ye like, and my beautiful La France shall pay for it. Shovels5 of fire upon me head, if I shame their liquor?——”
I managed to arrest his ardour, and, discovering that he had enjoyed the hospitality of Dieppe for three days upon another man’s invitation, and that the end of the pleasant tether had been reached, I asked him to dine with me, and he accepted like a shot.
“’Tis for the pleasure of me friend’s company. To-morrow ye shall dine with me and the Mayor—me old friend the Mayor—that I have known since Tuesday morning. We’ll have fine carriages afterwards, and do the woods and the forests. Ye came here, I’ll be saying, because ye heard that the star of Timothy McShanus was on high? ’Twould be that, no doubt. What the divil else should bring such an astronomer6 man to Dieppe?”
I kept it from him a little while; but when he rejoined me at the dinner table later on, the first person he clapped his eyes upon was little Joan Fordibras, sitting with a very formidable-looking chaperone three tables from our own. The expression upon his face at this passed all simile7. I feared that every waiter in the room would overhear his truly Celtic outburst.
“Mother of me ancestors!” he cried; “but ’tis the little shepherdess herself. Ean Fabos, have shame to admit it. ’Twas neither the stars of the celestial8 heavens nor the beauty of the firmament9 that carried ye to this shore. And me that was naming it the wit and the beauty of me native counthry. Oh, Timothy McShanus, how are the mighty10 fallen! No longer——”
I hustled11 him to his seat and showed my displeasure very plainly. As for little Joan Fordibras, while she did not hear his words, his manner set her laughing, and in this she was imitated by French and English women round about. Indeed, I defy the greatest of professors to withstand this volatile12 Irishman, or to be other than amused by his amazing eccentricities13.
“We’ll drink champagne14 to her, Fabos, me bhoy,” he whispered as the soup was served. “Sure, matrimony is very like that same wine—a good thing at the beginning, but not so good when you take overmuch of it. ’Twould be married I had been meself to the Lady Clara Lovenlow of Kildare, but for the blood of Saxons in her veins15. Ay, and a poor divil of a man I would be this same time, if I had done it. Sure, think of Timothy McShanus with his feet in the family slippers16 and his daughters singing ‘The Lost Chord’ to him. Him that is the light of the Goldsmith Club. Who goeth home even with the milk! Contemplate17 it, me bhoy, and say what a narrow escape from that designing wench he has had.”
He rattled18 on, and I did not interrupt him. To be plain, I was glad of his company. Had it appeared to Joan Fordibras that I was quite alone in the hotel, that I knew no friends in Dieppe, and had no possible object in visiting the town but to renew acquaintance with her during her father’s absence—had this been so, then the difficulties of our intercourse19 were manifest. Now, however, I might shelter my intentions behind this burly Irishman. Indeed, I was delighted at the encounter.
“McShanus,” I said, “don’t be a fool. Or if you must be one, don’t include me in the family relationship. Do I look like a man whose daughters will be permitted to sing the ‘Lost Chord’ to him?”
“Ye can never judge by looks, Docthor. Me friend Luke O’Brien, him that wrote ‘The Philosophy of Loneliness’ in the newspapers, he’s seven children in County Cork20 and runs a gramophone store. ‘Luke,’ says I, ‘’tis a fine solitude21 ye have entirely22.’ ‘Be d——d to that,’ says he—and we haven’t spoken since.”
“Scarcely delicate to mention it, McShanus. Let me relieve your feelings by telling you that my yacht, White Wings, will be here to-morrow night to fetch me.”
“Glory be to God, ye’ll be safe on the sea. I mistrust the colleen entirely. Look at the eyes of it. D’ye see the little foot peepin’ in and out—‘like mice beneath the petticoat,’ says the poet. She’s anxious to show ye she’s a small foot and won’t cost ye much in shoe leather. Turn your head away when she laughs, Ean, me bhoy. ’Tis a wicked bit of a laugh, and to a man’s destruction.”
“I must remember this, McShanus. Do you think you could entertain the old lady while I talk to her?”
“What, the she-cat with the man’s hair and the telescope? The Lord be good to me. I’d sooner do penal23 servitude.”
“Now, come, you can see by her glance that she is an authority upon some of the ’isms, McShanus. I know that she plays golf. I saw her carrying sticks this very afternoon.”
“To break heads at a fair. Is Timothy McShanus fallen to this? To tread at the heels of a she-man with sticks in her hands. Faith, ’twould be a fancy fair and fête entirely.”
“Drink some more champagne, and brace24 yourself up to it, Timothy.”
He shook his head and lapsed25 into a melancholy26 silence. Certainly his nerves required bracing27 up for the ordeal28, and many glasses of ’89 Pommery went to that process. When dinner was done, we strolled out upon the verandah and found Miss Fordibras and her chaperone, Miss Aston, drinking coffee at one of the little tables in the vestibule. They made way for us at once, as though we had been expected, and I presented McShanus to them immediately.
“Mr. Timothy McShanus—the author of ‘Ireland and Her Kings.’ He’s descended29 from the last of them, I believe. Is it not so, McShanus?”
“From all of them, Dr. Fabos. Me father ruled Ireland in the past, and me sons will rule it in the future. Ladies, your servant. Be not after calling me an historian. ’Tis a poet I am when not in the police courts.”
Miss Aston, the elderly lady with the short hair and the glasses, took McShanus seriously, I am afraid. She began to speak to him of Browning and Walt Whitman and Omar Khayyam. I drew my chair near to Miss Fordibras and took my text from the common talk.
“No one reads poetry nowadays,” I said. “We have all grown too cynical30. Even McShanus does not consider his immortal31 odes worth publishing.”
“They will perish with me in an abbey tomb,” said he; “a thousand years from now, ’tis the professors from New Zealand who will tell the world what McShanus wrote.”
Miss Aston suggested a little tritely32 that much modern poetry should be so treated.
“Time is the true critic,” she exclaimed majestically33, and McShanus looked at me as who should say, “She has some experience of that same Time.”
I turned to Joan Fordibras and asked her to defend the poets.
“The twentieth century gives us no solitudes34,” I said; “you cannot have poets without solitudes. We live in crowds nowadays. Even yachting is a little old-fashioned. Men go where other men can see them show off. Vanity takes them there—even Bridge is vanity, the desire to do better than the other man.”
Miss Aston demurred35.
“There are some women who know nothing of vanity,” she said stonily36. “We live within ourselves, and our lives are our own. Our whole existence is a solitude. We are most truly alone when many surround us.”
“’Tis a compliment to my friend Fabos,” cried McShanus triumphantly37. “Let me have the honour to escort ye to the Casino, lady, for such a man is no company for us. No doubt he’ll bring Miss Fordibras over when they’ve done with the poets. Will ye not, doctor?”
I said that I should be delighted, and when the cloaks had been found we all set out for the Casino. Timothy was playing his part well, it appeared. I found myself alone with Joan Fordibras presently—and neither of us had the desire to hurry on to the Casino. In truth, the season at Dieppe had already begun to wane38, and there were comparatively few people abroad on the parade by the sea-shore. We walked apart, a great moon making golden islands of light upon the sleeping sea, and the distant music of the Casino band in our ears.
“This time to-morrow,” I said, “my yacht will be nearer Ushant than Dieppe.”
She looked up at me a little timidly. I thought that I had rarely seen a face at once so pathetic and so beautiful.
“Away to the solitudes?” she asked quickly.
“Possibly,” I said; “but that is the point about yachting. You set out for nowhere, and if you don’t like it, you come back again.”
“And you positively39 don’t know where you are going?”
“I positively don’t know where I am going.”
“But I do,” she said. “You are going to follow my father.”
I had never been so amazed in my life. To say that I was astonished would be to misrepresent the truth. I knew already that she suspected me; but this challenge—from a mere40 child—this outspoken41 defiance42, it passed all comprehension.
“Why should I follow your father?” I asked her as quickly.
“I do not know, Dr. Fabos. But you are following him. You suspect him, and you wish to do us an injury.”
“My dear child,” I said, “God forbid that I should do any man an injury. You do not mean what you say. The same cleverness which prompts this tells you also that anything I may be doing is right and proper to do—and should be done. May we not start from that?”
I turned about and faced her. We had come almost to the water’s edge by this time. The lazy waves were rolling at our feet—the waves of that sea I purposed to cross in quest of a truth which should astonish the world. The hour was momentous43 to both our lives. We knew it so to be and did not flinch44 from it.
“Oh,” she said, with tears in her eyes, “if I could only believe you to be my friend.”
“Miss Fordibras,” I said, “believe it now because I tell you so. Your friend whatever may befall. Please to call me that.”
I think that she was about to confess to me the whole story of her life. I have always thought that it might have been so at that moment. But the words remained unspoken—for a shadow fell upon us as we talked, and, looking up, I perceived the figure of a man so near to us that his outstretched hand could have touched my own. And instantly perceiving it also, she broke away from me and begged me to take her to the Casino.
“Miss Aston will be anxious,” she cried, excited upon compulsion. “Please let us go. It must be nine o’clock.”
I rejoined that I was quite in ignorance of the fact; but, taking her cue, I led the way from the place and turned toward the Casino. The light of an arc lamp as we went showed me her young face as pale as the moonbeams upon the still sea before us. I understood that the man had been watching her, and that she was afraid of him. Indeed, no artifice45 could conceal46 so plain a fact.
Of this, however, she would not speak at all. In the Casino, she went straight to the side of the formidable Miss Aston, and began to babble47 some idle excuse for our delay. McShanus himself was playing at Petits Chevaux and making the room ring with his exclamations48. I understood that the hour for confidence had passed, and that the words she had meant to speak to me might go for ever unspoken.
Was it well that this should be? God knows. The path of my duty lay clearly marked before me. Not even the hand of Joan Fordibras must turn me aside therefrom. I could but hope that time would lift the shadows and let me see the sun beyond them.
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