Now it was a magnificent morning: no wind, no cloud, and the sun rising over the sea; not a trace of the previous evening’s weather. Audrey had not been in the leafy street more than a moment when she forgot that she was tired and short of sleep, and also very worried by affairs both private and public. Her body responded to the sun, and her mind also. She felt almost magically healthy, strong and mettlesome5, and, further, she began to feel happy; she rather blamed herself for this tendency to feel happy, calling herself heedless and indifferent. She did not understand what it is to be young. She had risen partly because of the futility6 of bed, but more because of a desire to inspect again her own part of the world after the unprecedented7 absence from it.
Frinton was within the borders of her own part of the world, and, though she now regarded it with the condescending8 eyes of a Parisian and Londoner, she found pleasure in looking upon it and in recognising old landmarks9 and recent innovations. She saw, on the Greensward separating the promenade10 from the beach, that a rustic11 seat had been elaborately built by the Council round the great trunk of the only tree in Frinton; and she decided that there had been questionable12 changes since her time. And in this way she went on. However, the splendour and reality of the sun, making such an overwhelming contrast with the insubstantial phenomena13 of the gloomy night, prevented undue14 cerebral15 activity. She reflected that Frinton on a dark night and Frinton on a bright morning were not like the same place, and she left it at that, and gazed at the façade of the Excelsior Hotel, wondering for an instant why she should be interested in it, and then looking swiftly away.
She had to glance at all the shops, though none of them was open except the dairy-shop; and in the shopping street, which had a sunrise at one end and the railway station at the other, she lit on the new palatial16 garage.
“My car may be in there,” she thought.
After the manner of most car-owners on tour, she had allowed the chauffeur17 to disappear with the car in the evening where he listed, confident that the next morning he and it would reappear cleansed18 and in good running order.
The car was in the garage, almost solitary19 on a floor of asphalt under a glass roof. An untidy youth, with the end of a cigarette clinging to his upper lip in a way to suggest that it had clung there throughout the night and was the last vestige20 of a jollification, seemed to be dragging a length of hose from a hydrant towards the car, the while his eyes rested on a large notice: “Smoking absolutely prohibited. By order.”
Then from the other extremity21 of the garage came a jaunty22, dapper, quasi-martial figure, in a new grey uniform, with a peaked grey cap, bright brown leggings, and bright brown boots to match—the whole highly brushed, polished, smooth and glittering. This being pulled out of his pocket a superb pair of kid gloves, then a silver cigarette-case, and then a silver match-box, and he ignited a cigarette—the unrivalled, wondrous23 first cigarette of the day—casting down the match with a large, free gesture. At sight of him the untidy youth grew more active.
“Look ’ere,” said the being to the youth, “what the ’ell time did I tell you to have that car cleaned by, and you not begun it!”
Pointing to the clock, he lounged magnificently to and fro, spreading smoke around the intimidated24 and now industrious25 youth. The next second he caught sight of Audrey, and transformed himself instantaneously into what she had hitherto imagined a chauffeur always was; but in those few moments she had learnt that the essence of a chauffeur is godlike, and that he toils26 not, neither does he swab.
“Good morning, madam,” in a soft, courtly voice.
“Good morning.”
“Were you wanting the car, madam?”
She was not, but the suggestion gave her an idea.
“Can we take it as it is?”
“What time do you have it?”
“Well, madam, when you have yours.”
“That’s all right, then. You’ve got hours yet. I want you to take me to Flank Hall.”
“Flank Hall, madam?” His tone expressed the fact that his mind was a blank as to Flank Hall.
As soon as Audrey had comprehended that the situation of Flank Hall was not necessarily known to every chauffeur in England, and that a stay of one night in Frinton might not have been enough to familiarise this particular one with the geography of the entire district, she replied that she would direct him.
They were held up by a train at the railway crossing, and a milk-cart and a young pedestrian were also held up. When Audrey identified the pedestrian she wished momentarily that she had not set out on the expedition. Then she said to herself that really it did not matter, and why should she be afraid ... etc., etc. The pedestrian was Musa. In French they greeted each other stiffly, like distant acquaintances, and the train thundered past.
“Take it in my car,” said Audrey with a sudden resolve. “In one hour at the latest we shall have returned.”
She had a great deal to say to him and a great deal to listen to, and there could not possibly be any occasion equal to the present, which was ideal.
He got in; the chauffeur manoeuvred to oust29 the milk-cart from its rightful precedence, the gates opened, and the car swung at gathering30 speed into the well-remembered road to Moze. And the two passengers said nothing to each other of the slightest import. Musa’s escape from Paris was between them; the unimaginable episode at the Spatts was between them; the sleepless31 night was between them. (And had she not saved him by her presence of mind from the murderous hand of Mr. Ziegler?) They had a million things to impart. And yet naught32 was uttered save a few banalities about the weather and about the healthfulness of being up early. They were bashful, constrained33, altogether too young and inexperienced. They wanted to behave in the grand, social, easeful manner of a celebrated34 public performer and an heiress worth ten million francs. And they could only succeed in being a boy and a girl. The chauffeur alone, at from thirty to forty miles an hour, was worthy35 of himself and his high vocation36. Both the passengers regretted that they had left their beds. Happily the car laughed at the alleged37 distance between Frinton and Moze. In a few minutes, as it seemed, with but one false turning, due to the impetuosity of the chauffeur, the vehicle drew up before the gates of Flank Hall. Audrey had avoided the village of Moze. The passengers descended38.
“This is my house,” Audrey murmured.
The gates were shut but not locked. They creaked as Audrey pushed against them. The drive was covered with a soft film of green, as though it were gradually being entombed in the past. The young roses, however, belonged emphatically to the present. Dewdrops hung from them like jewels, and their odour filled the air. Audrey turned off the main drive towards the garden front of the house, which had always been the aspect that she preferred, and at the same moment she saw the house windows and the thrilling perspective of Mozewater. One of the windows was open. She was glad, because this proved that the perfect Aguilar, gardener and caretaker, was after all imperfect. It was his crusty perfection that had ever set Audrey, and others, against Aguilar. But he had gone to bed and forgotten a window—and it was the French window. While, in her suddenly revived character of a harsh Essex inhabitant, she was thinking of some sarcastic40 word to say to Aguilar about the window, another window slowly opened from within, and Aguilar’s head became visible. Once more he had exasperatingly41 proved his perfection. He had not gone to bed and forgotten a window. But he had risen with exemplary earliness to give air to the house.
“’d mornin’, miss,” mumbled42 the unsmiling Aguilar, impassively, as though Audrey had never been away from Moze.
“Well, Aguilar.”
“I didn’t expect ye so early, miss.”
“But how could you be expecting me at all?”
“Miss Ingate come home yesterday. She said you couldn’t be far off, miss.”
“Not Miss ... Mrs.—Moncreiff,” said Audrey firmly.
“I beg your pardon, madam,” Aguilar responded with absolute imperturbability43. “She never said nothing about that.”
And he proceeded mechanically to the next window.
The yard-dog began to bark. Audrey, ignoring Musa, went round the shrubbery towards the kennel44. The chained dog continued to bark, furiously, until Audrey was within six feet of him, and then he crouched45 and squirmed and gave low whines46 and his tail wagged with extreme rapidity. Audrey bent47 down, trembling.... She could scarcely see.... There was something about the green film on the drive, about the look of the house, about the sheeted drawing-room glimpsed through the open window, about the view of Mozewater...! She felt acutely and painfully sorry for, and yet envious48 of, the young girl in a plain blue frock who used to haunt the house and the garden, and who had somehow made the house and the garden holy for evermore by her unhappiness and her longings49.... Audrey was crying.... She heard a step and stood upright. It was Musa’s step.
“I have never seen you so exquisite,” said Musa in a murmur39 subdued50 and yet enthusiastic. All his faculties51 seemed to be dwelling52 reflectively upon her with passionate53 appreciation54.
They had at last begun to talk, really—he in French, and she partly in French and partly in English. It was her tears, or perhaps her gesture in trying to master them, that had loosed their tongues. The ancient dog was forgotten, and could not understand why. Audrey was excusably startled by Musa’s words and tone, and by the sudden change in his attitude. She thought that his personal distinction at the moment was different from and superior to any other in her experience. She had a comfortable feeling of condescension55 towards Nick and towards Jane Foley. And at the same time she blamed Musa, perceiving that as usual he was behaving like a child who cannot grasp the great fact that life is very serious.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s all very fine, that is. You pretend this, that, and the other. But why are you here? Why aren’t you at work in Paris? You’ve got the chance of a lifetime, and instead of staying at home and practising hard and preparing yourself, you come gadding56 over to England simply because there’s a bit of money in your pocket!”
She was very young, and in the splendour of the magnificent morning she looked the emblem57 of simplicity58; but in her heart she was his mother, his sole fount of wisdom and energy and shrewdness.
Pain showed in his sensitive features, and then appeal, and then a hot determination.
“I came because I could not work,” he said.
“Because you couldn’t work? Why couldn’t you work?” There was no yielding in her hard voice.
“I don’t know! I don’t know! I suppose it is because you are not there, because you have made yourself necessary to me; or,” he corrected quickly, “because I have made you necessary to myself. Oh! I can practise for so many hours per day. But it is useless. It is not authentic59 practice. I think not of the music. It is as if some other person was playing, with my arm, on my violin. I am not there. I am with you, where you are. It is the same day after day, every day, every day. I am done for. I am convinced that I am done for. These concerts will infallibly be my ruin, and I shall be shamed before all Paris.”
“And did you come to England to tell me this?”
“Yes.”
She was relieved, for she had thought of another explanation of his escapade, and had that explanation proved to be the true one, she was very ready to make unpleasantness to the best of her ability. Nevertheless, though relieved in one direction, she was gravely worried in another. She had undertaken the job of setting Musa grandiosely60 on his artistic61 career, and the difficulties of it were growing more and more complex and redoubtable62.
She said:
“But you seemed so jolly when you arrived last night. Nobody would have guessed you had a care in the world.”
“I had not,” he replied eagerly, “as soon as I saw you. The surprise of seeing you—it was that.... And you left Paris without saying good-bye! Why did you leave Paris without saying good-bye? Never since the moment when I learnt that you had gone have I had the soul to practise. My violin became a wooden box; my fingers, too, were of wood.”
Audrey was melting in bliss64. She could feel herself dissolving. Her pleasure was terrible. It was true that she had left Paris without saying good-bye to Musa. She had done it on purpose. Why? She did not know. Perhaps out of naughtiness, perhaps.... She was aware that she could be hard, like her father. But she was glad, intensely glad, that she had left Paris so, because the result had been this avowal65. She, Audrey, little Audrey, scarcely yet convinced that she was grown up, was necessary to the genius whom all the Quarter worshipped! Miss Thompkins was not necessary to him, Miss Nickall was not necessary to him, though both had helped to provide the means to keep him alive. She herself alone was necessary to him. And she had not guessed it. She had not even hoped for it. The effect of her personality upon Musa was mysterious—she did not affect to understand it—but it was obviously real and it was vital. If anything in the world could surpass the pleasure, her pride surpassed it. All tears were forgotten. She was the proudest young woman in the world; and she was the wisest, and the most harassed66, too. But the anxieties were delicious to her.
“I am essential to him,” she thought ecstatically. “I stand between him and disaster. When he has succeeded his success will be my work and nobody else’s. I have a mission. I must live for it.... If anyone had told me a year ago that a great French genius would be absolutely dependent upon me, and that I meant for him all the difference between failure and triumph, I should have laughed.... And yet!...” She looked at him surreptitiously. “He’s an angel. But he’s also a baby.” The feelings of motherhood were as naught compared to hers.
Then she remarked harshly, icily:
“Well, I shall be much obliged if you will go back to Paris at once—to-day. Somebody must have a little sense.”
Just at this point Aguilar interrupted. He came slouching round the corner of the clipped bushes, untidy, shabby, implacable, with some set purpose in his hard blue eyes. She could have annihilated67 him with satisfaction, but the fellow was indestructible as well as implacable.
“Could I have a word with ye, madam?” he mumbled, putting on his well-known air of chicane.
With the unexplained Musa close by her she could not answer: “Wait a little. I’m engaged.” She had to be careful. She had to make out especially that she and the young man were up to nothing in particular, nothing that had the slightest importance.
“What is it, Aguilar?” she questioned, inimically.
“It’s down here,” said Aguilar, who recked not of the implications of a tone. And by the mere68 force of his glance he drew his mistress away, out of sight of Musa and the dog.
“Is that your motor-car at the gates, madam?” he demanded gloomily and confidentially69, his gaze now fixed70 on the ground or on his patched boots.
“Of course it is,” said Audrey. “Why, what’s the matter?”
“That’s all right then,” said he. “But I thought it might belong to another person, and I had to make sure. Now if ye’ll just step along a bit farther, I’ve a little thing as I want to point out to ye, madam. It’s my duty to point it out, let others say what they will.”
He walked ahead doggedly71, and Audrey crossly came after, until they arrived nearly at the end of the hedge which, separating the upper from the lower garden, hid from those immediately behind it all view of the estuary72. Here, still sheltered by the hedge, he stopped and Audrey stopped, and Aguilar absently plucked up a young plantain from the turf and dropped it into his pocket.
“There’s been a man a-hanging round this place since yesterday mornin’,” said Aguilar intimately. “I call him a suspicious character—at least, I did, till last night. He ain’t slept in the village, that I do know, but he’s about again this morning.”
“Well,” said Audrey with impatience73. “Why don’t you tell Inspector74 Keeble? Or have you quarrelled with Inspector Keeble again?”
“It’s not that as would ha’ stopped me from acquainting Inspector Keeble with the circumstances if I thought it my duty so to do,” replied Aguilar. “But the fact is I saw the chap talking to Inspector Keeble yesterday evening. He don’t know as I saw him. It was that as made me think; now is he a suspicious character or ain’t he? Of course Keeble’s a rare simple-minded ’un, as we all know.”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“I thought you might like to have a look at him yeself, madam. And if you’ll just peep round the end of this hedge casual-like, ye’ll see him walking across the salting from Lousey Hard. He’s a-comin’ this way. Casual-like now—and he won’t see ye.”
Audrey had to obey. She peeped casual-like, and she did in fact see a man on the salting, and this man was getting nearer. She could see him very plainly in the brilliant clearness of the summer morning. After the shortest instant of hesitation75 she recognised him beyond any doubt. It was the detective who had been so plenteously baptised by Susan Foley in the area of the house at Paget Gardens. Aguilar looked at Audrey, and Audrey annoyed herself somewhat by blushing. However, an agreeable elation76 quickly overcame the blush.
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