During the voyage, which had its own vicissitudes1, the joke was kept up amongst the three women. The stewardess2, seeing that the two ladies only spoke3 of it in privacy, exemplified that discretion4 which the Captain had commended. Only once did she forget herself, but even then fortune was on her side. It was during a day when Joy was upset by a spell of heavy weather and had to keep her cabin. In the afternoon her father paid a visit to her; and Mrs. O’Brien in reporting progress to him said that “her Ladyship” was now on the road to recovery and would be on deck very shortly. Colonel Ogilvie made quite a lot of the error which he read in his own way. He said to his sister-in-law as they paced the deck together:
“Capital woman that stewardess! There is a natural deference5 and respect in her manner which you do not always find in people of her class. Will you oblige me, Judy, by seeing, when the voyage is over, that she gets an extra honorarium6!” Judy promised, and deftly7 turned the conversation; she felt that she was on dangerous ground.
Judith Hayes called herself an old maid, not believing it to be true; but all the same there was in her make-up a distinctive8 trait of it: the manner in which she regarded a romance. Up to lately, romance however unlikely or improbable, had a personal bearing; it did not occur to her that it might not drift in her direction. But now she felt unconsciously that such romance must have other objective than herself. The possibility, therefore, of a romance for Joy whom she very sincerely loved was a thing to be cherished. She could see, as well as feel, that her niece by keeping it a secret from her father had taken the matter with at least a phase of seriousness. This alone was sufficient to feed her own imaginings; and in the glow her sympathies quickened. She had instinctively9 at the beginning determined10 not to spoil sport; now it became a conscious intention.
Mrs. O’Brien, too, in her own way helped to further the matter. She felt that she had a good audience for her little anecdotes11 of the child whose infancy12 she had fostered, and towards whom in his completed manhood she had a sort of almost idolatrous devotion. Seeing the girl so sympathetic and listening so patiently, she too began to see something like the beginnings of a fact. And so the game went merrily on.
The telegrams at Queenstown were not very reassuring13, and Colonel Ogilvie and his party pressed on at once to Sorrento whence his wife had moved on the completion of her series of baths at Ischia. Naturally the whole of the little party was depressed14, until on arrival they found Mrs. Ogilvie, who was something of a valetudinarian15, much better than they expected. The arrival of her husband and daughter and sister seemed to complete her cure; she brightened up at once, and even after a few days began to enjoy herself.
One day after lunch as she drove along the road to Amalfi with Judith and Joy—the Colonel was lazy that day and preferred to sit on the terrace over the sea and smoke—she began to ask all the details of the journey. Judy who had not had a chance of speaking alone with safety began to tell the little secret. Her method of commencement was abrupt16, and somewhat startling to the convalescent:
“We’ve got a husband for Joy, at last!”
“Prank indeed!” she answered back, tossing her head. “A real live lord! A belted Earl if you please—whatever that may mean.”
“Is this true, Joy?” said her mother beaming anxiously on her—if such a combination is understandable. Joy took her hand and stroked it lovingly:
“Do you think, Mother dear, that if there was such a thing I should leave you all this time in ignorance of it. It is only a jest made up by the stewardess who attended us on the Cryptic18. Aunt Judy seems to have taken it all in; I think dear you had better ask her; she seems to know all about it—which is certainly more than I do.”
“And how did this common woman dare to jest on such a subject. I don’t think Judy that this would have happened had I been with her myself!”
“Oh my dear, get off that high horse. There’s nothing to be alarmed about. The stewardess—who is a most worthy19 and attentive20 person——”
“She is a dear!” interrupted Joy.
“—took such a fancy to Joy that she said there was only ‘wan’ in all the world who was worthy of her—a young nobleman to whom she had been foster-mother. It was certainly meant as a very true compliment, and I am bound to say that if the young man merits a hundredth part of all she said of him there’s certainly no cause of offence in the mere21 mentioning his name.”
“What is his name?” There was a shade of anxiety in the mother’s voice.
“Lord Athlyne!”
“The Earl of Athlyne!” said Joy speaking without thought. Then she turned quickly away to hide her blushing.
“I—I—I really don’t understand!” said Mrs. Ogilvie, looking around helplessly. Then with the shadow of a shade of annoyance22 in her voice she went on:
“I really think that in a serious matter of this kind I should have been consulted. But I seem not to count for anything any more. Colonel Ogilvie has not even mentioned the matter to me. I think I ought to have some say in anything of importance relating to my little girl.”
“Lord bless the woman!” said Aunt Judy throwing up her hands and lifting her eyes. “Sally dear don’t you comprehend that this was all a joke. We never saw this young Lord, never heard of him till the stewardess mentioned him; and as for him he doesn’t know or care whether there is such a person in the world as Joy Ogilvie——” The mother interrupted hotly—it seemed want of respect to her child:
“Then he ought to care. I’d like to know who he is to consider himself so high and mighty23 that even my little girl isn’t … Oh! I have no patience with him.”
There was silence in the carriage. Mrs. Ogilvie had come to the end of her remonstrance24, and both the others were afraid to speak. It was all so supremely25 ridiculous. And yet the mother was taking it all so seriously that respect for her forbade laughter. The road was here steep and the horses were laboriously26 climbing their way. Presently Judy turned to Joy saying:
“Wouldn’t you like to look at the view from the edge of the cliff?” As she spoke she looked meaningly at her niece who took the hint and got down.
When she was out of earshot and the driver had stopped the horses Judy turned to her sister and said with a quiet, incisive27 directness quite at variance28 with all her previous moods:
“Sally dear I want to speak a moment to you quite frankly29 and, believe me, very earnestly. I know you don’t usually credit me with much earnestness; but this is about Joy, and that is always earnest with me.” All the motherhood in Mrs. Ogilvie answered to the call. She sat up with eager intensity30, receptive to the full and without any disturbing chagrin31. Judy went on:
“You have been thinking of your ‘little girl’—and actually speaking of her as such. That is the worst of mothers—their one fault. With them time seems to stand still. The world goes flying by them, but in their eyes the child remains32 the same. Gold hair or black turns to white, wrinkles come, knees totter33 and steps become unsteady; but the child goes on—still, in the mother’s eyes, dressing34 dolls and chasing butterflies. They don’t even seem to realise facts when the child puts her own baby into the grandmother’s arms. Look round for a moment where Joy is standing35 there outlined against that Moorish36 tower on the edge of the cliff. Tell me what do you see?”
“I see my dear, beautiful little girl!” said the mother faintly.
“Hm!” said Judy defiantly37. “That’s not exactly what I see. I agree with the ‘dear’ and ‘beautiful’; she’s all that and a thousand times more.”
“Tell me what you do see, Judy!” said the mother in a whisper as she laid a gentle hand imploringly39 on her sister’s arm. She was trembling slightly. Judy took her hand and stroked it tenderly. “I know!” she said gently “I know. I know!” The mother took heart from her tenderness and said in an imploring38 whisper:
“Be gentle with me, Judy. She is all I have; and I fear her passing away from me.”
“Not that—not yet at all events!” she answered quickly. “The time is coming no doubt. But it is because we should be ready for it that I want to speak. We at least ought to know the exact truth!”
“The exact truth … Oh Judy …!”
“Don’t be frightened, dear. There is nothing to fear. The truth is all love and goodness. But my dear we are all but mortal after all, and the way to keep right is to think truly.”
“Tell me exactly what you see! Tell me everything no matter how small. I shall perhaps understand better that way!”
Judy paused a while, looking at the young girl lovingly. Then she spoke in a level absent voice as though unconsciously.
“I don’t see a child—now. I see a young woman of twenty; and a fine well-grown young woman at that. Look at her figure, straight and clean as a young pine. Type of figure that is the most alluring41 of all to men; what the French call fausse maigre. She has great gray eyes as deep as the sky or the sea; eyes that can drag the soul out of a man’s body and throw it down beneath her dainty feet. I may be an old maid; but I know that much anyhow. Her hair is black—that isn’t black, but with a softness that black cannot give. Her skin is like ivory seen in the sunset. Her mouth is like a crimson42 rosebud43. Her teeth are like pearls, and her ears like pink shell. Her head is poised44 on her graceful45 neck like a lily on its stem. Her nose is a fine aquiline—that means power and determination. Her forehead can wrinkle—that means thought, and may mean misery46. Her hands are long and fine; patrician47 hands that can endure—and suffer. Sally, there is there the making of a splendid woman and of a noble life; she is not out of her girlhood yet, but she is very near it. Ignorance is no use to her. She will understand; and then she will take her own course. She has feeling deep and strong in the very marrow48 of her bones. Ah! my dear, and she has passion too. Passion that can make or mar49. That woman will do anything for love. She can believe and trust. And when she believes and trusts she will hold the man as her master; put him up on a pedestal and be content to sit at his feet and worship—and obey … She …”
Here the mother struck in with surprised consternation50 “How on earth do you know all this?” Judy turned towards her with a light in her eyes which her sister had never seen there:
“How do I know it! Because she is of my blood and yours. Have I not seen a lot of it in you in our babyhood. Have I not gone through it all myself—the longing51 part of it—the wishing and hoping and praying and suffering. Do you think Sally that I have arrived at old maidhood without knowing what a young maid thinks and feels; without having any share of the torture that women must bear in some form or another. I know it all as well as though it was all fresh before me instead of a lurid52 memory. Ah, my dear she has all our nature—and her father’s too. And he never learned the restraint that we had to learn—and practice. When she is face to face with passion she may find herself constrained53 to take it as he has always done: for life or death!” … She paused a moment, panting with the intensity of her feeling. Then she went on more quietly:
“Sally, isn’t it wiser to let her, in her youth and ignorance of herself and the world, break herself in to passion and romance. It would be hard to get a safer object for sentimental54 affection than a man she never saw and is never likely to meet. After all, he is only an idea; at best a dream. In good time he will pass out of her mind and give place to something more real. But in the meantime she will have learned—learned to understand, to find herself.” Then she sat silent till Joy turned round and began to walk towards them. At this the mother said quietly:
“Thank you, dear Judy. I think I understand. You are quite right, and I am glad you told me.”
That journey round the Sorrentine Peninsula became a part of Joy’s life. It was not merely that every moment was a new pleasure, a fresh delight to the eye; her heart was in some mysterious way beginning to be afire. Hitherto her thoughts of that abstract creation, Lord Athlyne, had been impersonal55: an objective of her own unconscious desires, rather than a definite individuality. Up to now, though he had been often in her thoughts, he had never taken shape there. The image was so inchoate56, indefinite, vague and nebulous. She had never tried or even wished to find for him in her imagination features or form. But now she had begun to picture him in various ways. As she stood beside the Moorish tower looking down across the rugged57 slope of rock and oleander at the wrinkled sea beneath, his image seemed to flit before the eyes of her soul in kaleidoscopic58 form. It was an instance of true feminine receptivity: the form did not matter, she was content to accept the Man.
The cause—the sudden cause of this change was her mother’s attitude. She had accepted him as a reality and had not hesitated to condemn59 him as though he was a conscious participant in what had passed. Joy had found herself placed in a position in which she had to hear him unfairly treated, without being able to make any kind of protest. It was too ridiculous to argue. What on earth could her mother know about him that she should take it for granted that he had done wrong? He who had never seen her or even heard of her! He who was the very last man in the world to be wanting to a woman in the way of respect—of tenderness—of love. … Here she started and looked around cautiously as one does who is suspicious of being watched. For it flashed across her all at once that she knew no more of him than did her mother. As yet he was only an abstraction; and her mother’s conception of him differed from hers. And as she thought, and thought truly for she was a clever girl, she began to realise that she had all along been clothing an abstract individuality with her own wishes and dreams—and hopes. … The last thought brought her up sharply. With a quick shake of the head she threw aside for the present all thoughts on the subject, and impulsively60 went back to the carriage.
There were however a few root thoughts left which would not be thrown aside. They could not be, for they were fixed61 in her womanhood. Another woman had accepted her dream as a reality; and now, as that reality was her doing, he was her own man. And he was misunderstood and blamed and unfairly treated! It was her duty to protect him!
Had Aunt Judy been aware of her logical process and its conclusion she could have expressed it thus:
“Hm! a man in her mind.—Her man. Her duty to protest. … We all know what that means. He’s only in her mind at present … Hm!”
The whole day was spent on the road, for the beauty was such that the stoppages were endless. Joy, with the new-arisen soul which took her out of her own thoughts, found delight in every moment. She could hardly contain her rapture62 as fresh vistas63 of beauty burst upon her. When the curve of the promontory64 began to cut off the view of Vesuvius and the plain seaward of it, she got out of the carriage and ran back to where she could have a full view. Underneath65 her lay the wonderful scene of matchless beauty. To the right rose Vesuvius a mass of warm colour, with its cinder66 cone67 staring boldly into the blue sky, a faint cloud hanging over it like a flag. Below it was the sloping plain dotted with trees and villas68 and villages, articulated in the clear air like a miniature map. Then the great curve of the bay, the sapphire69 sea marked clearly on the outline of the coast from Ischia which rose like a jewel from a jewel. Past Naples, a clustering mass with San Martino standing nobly out and the great fortress70 crowning grimly the hill above it. Past Portici and the buried Herculaneum; till getting closer the roofs and trees and gardens seemed to run up to where she stood. To the left, a silhouette71 of splendid soft purple, rose the island of Capri from the sea of sapphire which seemed to quiver in the sunshine. Long she looked, and then closing her eyes to prove that the lovely image still held in the darkness, she turned with a long sigh of ecstasy72 and walked slowly to the waiting carriage.
Again and again she stooped, till at last she made up her mind to walk altogether until she should get tired. The driver took his cue from her movements when to stop and when to go on.
The road round the Peninsula runs high up the mountain side with mostly a steep precipice73 to seaward and on the other hand towering rocks. But such rocks! And so clad with the finest vegetation! Rocks rich in colour and quaint74 in shape; with jagged points and deep crevices75 in which earth could gather and where trees and shrubs76 and flowers could cling. High over-head hung here and there a beautiful stone-pine with red twisted trunk and spreading branches. Fig40 and lemon trees rose in the sheltered angles, the long yellow shoots of the new branches of the lemon cutting into the air like lances. Elsewhere beech77 and chestnut78, oak and palm. Trailing over the rock, both seaward and landward, creepers of soft green and pink. And above all, high up on the skyline, the semi-transparent, smoke-coloured foliage79 of the olives that crowned the slopes.
Then the towns! Maggiore and Amalfi quaint close-drawn irregular relics80 of a more turbulent age, climbing up the chasms81 in the hillside. Narrow streets, so steep as to look impossible to traffic. Queer houses of all sorts of irregular design and variety of stone. Small windows, high doors, steep, rugged irregularly-sloping steps as though time and some mighty force had shaken the very rock on which they were built. Joy felt as though she could stay there for ever, and that each day would be a dream, and each fresh exploration a time of delight. In her secret heart of hearts she registered a vow82 that if ever she should go on a wedding journey it should be to there.
At Amalfi they had tea, and then made up their minds that they would drive on to Salerno and there take train home; for it would be time to travel quick when so long a journey had been taken.
When they were at the end of the peninsula a sudden storm came on. For awhile they had seen far out at sea a dark cloud gathering83, but it was so far away that they did not think it would affect them. The driver knew and began to make ready, for there was no escaping from it. He turned his horses’ heads to the rock and wedged up the wheels of the carriage with heavy stones so that in case the horses should get frightened their plunging84 could not be too harmful.
Heavier and heavier grew the cloud out at sea, and as it grew denser85 it moved landward. Its grey changed to dark blue and then to a rich purple, almost black. A keen coldness presaged86 a coming storm.
There was stillness all round the mountain road; a positive desolation of silence from which even the wondrous87 beauty of the scene could not distract the mind. Joy absolutely refused to sit in the carriage which was now properly hooded88. She threw on the cloak which she had brought with her and stood out on the open road where she could enjoy the scene undisturbed by human proximity89. As she stood, the velvet90 black cloud was rent by a blinding sheet of lightning which seemed for a moment to be shaped like a fiery91 tree, roots upward in the sky. Close following came such a mighty peal92 of thunder that her heart shook. Ordinarily Joy was not timorous93, and for thunder she had no fear. But this was simply terrific; it seemed to burst right over her head and to roll around her in a prolonged titanic94 roar. She was about to run to the carriage when she heard the shrieks95 of fear from the two women; the driver was on his knees on the road praying. Joy felt that all she could do to help her mother and aunt would be to keep calm—as calm as she could. So she moved her hand and called out cheerfully:
“Don’t be afraid! It is all right; the lightning has passed us!” As she spoke the rain came down in torrents96. It was tropical; in a few seconds the open road was running like a river, ankle deep. By the exercise of her will the girl’s courage had risen. She could now actually enjoy what was before her. Far out to sea the black cloud still hung, but it was broken up in great masses which seemed to dip into the sea. It was almost as dark as night; so dark that the expanse became lit by the lightning flashes. In one of these she saw three separate water-spouts. The sea appeared to have risen as the cloud sank, and now were far apart three great whirling pillars like hour-glasses. And then, wonder of wonders, without turning her head but only her eyes she could see away to the left a whole world of green expanse backed up by the mountains of Calabria. With each second the sinking sun brought into view some new hilltop flaming in the glow. A little way in front of her at the southern side of the peninsula the copper97 dome98 of the church at Vietri glowed like a ball of fire. Away to the south on the edge of the sea rose the many columns of the majestic99 ruins of Pæstum, standing still and solemn as if untouchable by stress of storm or time.
Joy stood entranced, as though the eyes of her soul had opened on a new world. She hardly dared to breathe. The pelting100 of the rainstorm, the rush of the water round her feet, the crash and roar of the thunder or the hissing101 glare of the lightning did not move or disturb her. It was all a sort of baptism into a new life.
Joy Ogilvie, like all persons of emotional nature, had quick sympathy with natural forces and the moods of nature. The experience of the day, based on the superlative beauty around her, had waked all the emotional nature within her. Naples is always at spring time; and the young heart finding naturally its place amongst the things that germinate102 and develop unconsciously, swayed with and was swayed by the impulses of her sex. Beauty and manhood had twin position in her virgin103 breast.
Aunt Judy’s insight or prophecy was being realised quicker than she thought. Joy’s sex had found her out!
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