"Indeed?" said Silverdale. "Then she has drawn1 a prize after all! I cannot say as much for the young man. I hardly think she is a credit to your sex. Somehow, she reminded me of a woman I used to know, and of some verses I wrote upon her."
("If he had given me a chance, and not gone on to read his poetry so quickly," wrote Lillie in her diary that night, "I might have told him that his inference about Miss Friscoe was incorrect. But it is such a trifle—it is not worth telling him now, especially as he practically intimated she would have been an undesirable2 member, and I only saved him the trouble of trying her.")
Lord Silverdale read his verses without the accompaniment of the banjo, an instrument too frivolous3 for the tragic4 muse5.
LA FEMME QUE NE RIT PAS.
It was fair with a loveliness mystic,
Like the faces that Raphael drew,
Enigmatic, intense, cabalistic,
But surcharged with the light of the true:
Such a face, such a hauntingly magic
Incarnation of wistful regret,
It was tenebrous, tender, and tragic,
I dream of it yet.
And there lives in my charmed recollection,
The sweet mouth with its lips cruelly curled,
Of the gods of the frivolous world.
Was enthroned, for a heavenly peace
Or statues of Greece.
I met her at dinners and dances,
Or on yachts that by moonlight went trips,
And was thrilled by her marvellous glances,
Never smile o'er her features did play light,
Never laughter illumined her eyes;
And sun-kindled skies.
Were they human at all, these dusk glories
Of eyes? And their owner, was she
A Swinburnian Lady Dolores,
Or a sprite from some shadowy sea?
A Cassandra at sea-trip and soirée,
Or Proserpina visiting earth?
To strangle so mirth?
Ah, but now I am wiser and sadder,
And my spirit can never again
At the sight of your fairness feel gladder,
O ladies, who coolly obtain
Our enamelled and painted complexion15
On conditions (which really are "style,")
You must never by day risk detection
And nevermore smile.
"I don't see where the connection with Miss Friscoe comes in," said Lillie.
"No? Why simply if she acquired an enamelled complexion, it might be the salvation16 of her, don't you see? Like Henry I., she could never smile again."
Lillie smiled. Then producing a manuscript, she said: "I think you will be interested in this story of another of the candidates who applied17 during your expedition to the clouds. It is quite unique, and for amusement I have written it from the man's point of view."
"May I come in?" interrupted the millionaire, popping his head through the door. "Are there any Old Maids here?"
"Only me," said Lillie.
"Oh, then, I'll call another time."
"No, you may come in, father. Lord Silverdale and I have finished our business for the day. You can take that away with you and read it at your leisure, Lord Silverdale."
The millionaire came in, but without empressement.
That night Lord Silverdale, who was suffering from insomnia18, took the manuscript to bed with him, but he could not sleep till he had finished it.
I, Anton Mendoza, bachelor, born thirty years ago by the grace of the Holy Virgin19, on the fête-day of San Anton, patron of pigs and old maids, after sundry20 adventures by sea and land, found myself in the autumn of last year in the pestiferous atmosphere of London. I had picked up bad English and a good sum of money in South America, and by the aid of the two was enabled to thread my way through the mazes21 of the metropolis22. I soon tired of the neighborhood of the Alhambra (in the proximity23 of which I had with mistaken patriotism24 established myself), for the wealthy quarters of all great cities have more affinities25 than differences, and after a few days of sight-seeing I resolved to fare forth26 in quest of the real sights of London. Mounting the box of the first omnibus that came along, I threw the reins27 of my fortunes into the hands of the driver, and drew a little blue ticket from the lottery28 of fate. I scanned the slip of paper curiously29 and learned therefrom that I was going fast to "The Angel," which I shrewdly divined to be a public-house, knowing that these islanders display no poetry and imagination save in connection with beer. My intuition was correct, and though it was the forenoon I alighted amid a double stream of pedestrians30, the one branch flowing into "The Angel," and the other issuing therefrom. Extricating31 myself, I looked at my compass, and following the direction of the needle soon found myself in a network of unlovely streets. For an hour I paced forwards without chancing on aught of interest, save many weary organ-grinders, seemingly serenading their mistresses with upward glances at their chamber-windows, and I was commencing to fear that my blue ticket would prove a blank, when a savory33 odor of garlic struck on my nostrils34 and apprised35 me that my walk had given me an appetite. Glancing sideways I saw a door swinging, the same bearing in painted letters on the glass the words: "Menotti's Restaurant—Ici on parle Francais." It looked a queer little place, and the little back street into which I had strayed seemed hardly auspicious36 of cleanly fare. Still the jewel of good cookery harbors often in the plainest caskets, and I set the door swinging again and passed into a narrow room walled with cracked mirrors and furnished with a few little tables, a rusty37 waiter, and a proprietorial38 looking person perpetually bent40 over a speaking tube. As noon was barely arrived, I was not surprised to find the place all but empty. At the extreme end of the restaurant I caught a glimpse of a stout41 dark man with iron-gray whiskers. I thought I would go and lunch at the table of the solitary42 customer and scrape acquaintance, and thus perhaps achieve an adventure. But hardly had I seated myself opposite him than a shock traversed his face, the morsel43 he had just swallowed seemed to stick in his throat, [pg 165] he rose coughing violently, and clapping his palm over his mouth with the fingers spread out almost as if he wished to hide his face, turned his back quickly, seized his hat, threw half-a-crown to the waiter and scuttled45 from the establishment.
He scuttled from the Establishment.
I was considerably46 surprised at his abrupt47 departure, as if I had brought some infection with me. The momentary48 glimpse I had caught of his face had convinced me I had never seen it before, that it had no place in the photograph album of my brain, though now it would be fixed49 there forever. The nose hooked itself on to my memory at once. It must be that he had mistaken me for somebody else, somebody whom he had reason to fear. Perhaps he was a criminal and imagined me a detective. I called the proprietor39 and inquired of him in French who the man was and what was the matter with him. But he shook his head and answered: "That man there puzzles me. There is a mystery behind."
"Why, has he done anything strange before to-day?"
"How then?"
"I will tell you. He comes here once a year."
"Once a year?" I repeated.
"No more. This has been going on for twelve years."
"What are you telling me there?" I murmured.
"It is true."
"But how have you remembered him from year to year?"
"I was struck by his face and his air the very first time. He seemed anxious, ill at ease, worried. He left his chop half eaten."
"Ha!" I murmured.
"Also he looks different from most of my clients. They are not of that type. Of course I forget him immediately—it is not my affair. But when he comes the second time I recall him on the instant, though a year has passed. Again he looks perturbed52, restless. I say to myself: 'Aha, thou art not a happy man, there is something which preys53 on thy mind. However, thy money is good and to the devil with the rest.' So it goes on. After three or four visits I commence to look out for him, and I discover that it is only once a year he does me the honor to arrive. There are twelve years that I know him—I have seen him twelve times."
"And he has always this nervous air?"
"Not always. That varies. Sometimes he appears calm, sometimes even happy."
"Perhaps it is your fare," I said slily.
"Ah, no, monsieur, that does not vary. It is always of the first excellence54."
"Does he always come on the same date?"
"No, monsieur. There is the puzzle. It is never exactly a year between his visits—sometimes it is more, sometimes it is less."
"There is, indeed, the puzzle," I agreed. "If it were always the same date, it would be a clue. Ah, an idea! He comes not always on the same date of the month, but he comes, perhaps, on the same day of the week, eh?"
Again the proprietor dashed me back into the depths of perplexity.
"No," he said, decisively. "Monday, Wednesday, Saturday,—it is all the same. The only thing that changes not is the man and his dress. Always the same broadcloth frock-coat and the same high hat and the same seals at the heavy watch-chain. He is a rich man, that sees itself."
I wrinkled my brow and tugged55 the ends of my moustache in the effort to find a solution. The proprietor tugged the ends of his own moustache in sympathetic silence.
"Does he always slink out if anybody sits down opposite to him?" I inquired again.
"On the contrary. He talks and chats quite freely with his neighbors when there are any. I have seen his countenance56 light up when a man has come to seat himself next to him."
"Then to-day is the first time he has behaved so strangely?"
"Absolutely."
Again I was silent. I looked at myself curiously in the cracked mirror.
"Do you see anything strange in my appearance?" I asked the proprietor.
"Nothing in the world," said the proprietor, shaking his head vigorously.
"Nothing in the world," echoed the waiter, emphatically.
"Then why does he object to me, when he doesn't object to anybody else?"
"Pardon," said the proprietor. "It is, after all, but rarely that a stranger sits at his table. He comes ordinarily so early for his lunch that my clients have not yet arrived, and I have only the honor to serve an accidental customer like yourself."
"Ah, then, there is some regularity58 about the time of day at least?"
"Ah, yes, there is that," said the proprietor, reflectively. "But even here there is no hard and fast line. He may be an hour earlier, he may be an hour later."
"What a droll59 of a man!" I said laughing, even as I wondered. "And you have not been able to discover anything about him, though he has given it you in twelve?"
"It is not my affair," he repeated, shrugging his shoulders.
"You know not his name even?"
"How should I know it?"
"Ah, very well, you shall see!" I said, buttoning up my coat resolutely60 and rising to my feet. "You shall see that I will find out everything in once. I, a stranger in London, who love the oceans and the forests better than the cities, I, who know only the secrets of Nature, behold61, I will solve you this mystery of humanity."
"As monsieur pleases," replied the proprietor. "For me the only question is what monsieur will have for his lunch."
"I want no lunch," I cried. Then seeing his downcast face and remembering the man must be out of sight by this time and nothing was to be gained by haste, I ordered some broth62 and a veal63 and ham pie, and strode to the door to make sure there was no immediate51 chance of coming upon him. The little by-street was almost deserted64, there was not a sign of my man. I returned to my seat and devoted65 myself to my inner man instead. Then I rebuttoned my coat afresh—though with less facility—and sauntered out joyously66. Now at last I had found something to interest me in London. The confidence born of a good meal was strong in my bosom67 as I pushed those swinging doors open and cried "Au revoir," to my host, for I designed to return and to dazzle him with my exploits.
"Au revoir, monsieur, a thousand thanks," cried the proprietor, popping up from his speaking-tube. "But where are you going? Where do you hope to find this man?"
"I go not to find the man," I replied airily.
"Comment!" he exclaimed in his astonishment68.
"I go to seek the woman," I said in imposing69 accents. And waving my hand amicably70 I sallied forth into the dingy71 little street.
But alas72 for human anticipations73! The whole of that day I paced the dead and alive streets of North London without striking the faintest indication of a trail. After a week's futile74 wanderings I began to realize the immensity of the English metropolis—immense not only by its actual area, but by the multiplicity of its streets and windings75, and by the indifference76 of each household to its neighbors, which makes every roof the cover of manifold mysterious existences and potentialities. To look for a needle in a bundle of hay were child's play to the task of finding a face in a London suburb, even assuming as I did my enigma6 lived in the northern district. I dared not return to the restaurant to inquire if perchance he had been seen. I was ashamed to confess myself baffled. I shifted my quarters from Leicester Square to Green Lanes and walked every day within a four mile radius77 of the restaurant, but fortune turned her face (and his) from me and I raged at my own folly78 in undertaking79 so futile a quest. At last, "Patience!" I cried. "Patience, and shuffle80 the cards!" It was my pet proverb when off the track of anything. To cut yourself adrift from the old plan and look at the problem with new eyes—that was my recipe. I tried it by going into the country for some stag hunting, which I had ascertained81 from a farmer whom I met in a coffee-house, could be obtained in some of the villages in the next county. But English field-sports I found little to my taste, for the deer had been unhorned and was let out of a cart, and it was only playing at sport. The Holy Mother save me from such bloodless make-believe! Though the hunting season was in full swing I returned in disgust to the town, and again confiding82 my fortunes to a common or garden omnibus, I surveyed the street panorama83 from my seat on the roof till the vehicle turned round for the backward journey. This time I found myself in Canonbury, a district within the radius I had previously84 explored. The coincidence gave me fresh hope—it seemed a happy augury85 of ultimate success. The saints would guide my footsteps after all; for he who wills aught intensely cajoles Providence86. The dusk had fallen and the night lamps had been lit in the heavens and on the earth, though without imparting cheerfulness to the rigid87 rows of highly respectable houses. I walked through street after street of gray barracks, tall narrow structures holding themselves with the military stiffness and ranged in serried88 columns, the very greenery that relieved their fronts growing sympathetically symmetrical and sombre. I sighed for my native orange-groves, I longed for a whiff of the blue Mediterranean89, I strove to recall the breezy expanses of the South American Pampas whence I had come, and had it not been for the interest of my search, I should have fled like St. Anthony from the lady, though for very opposite reasons. It seemed scarcely possible that romance should brood behind those dull façades; the grosser spirit of prose seemed to shroud90 them as in a fog.
Suddenly, as I paced with clogged91 footsteps in these heavy regions, I heard a voice calling somebody, and looking in the direction of the sound I could not but fancy it was myself whose attention was sought. A gentleman standing92 at the hall-door of one of the houses, at the top of the white steps, was beckoning93 in my direction. I halted, and gazing on all sides ascertained I was the sole pedestrian. Puzzled as to what he could want of me, I tried to scan his features by the rays of a street lamp which faced the house and under which I stood. They revealed a pleasant but not English-looking face, bearded and bronzed, but they revealed nothing as to the owner's designs. He stood there still beckoning, and the latent hypnotism of the appeal drew me towards the gate. I paused with my hand on the lock. What in the name of all the saints could he possibly want with me? I had sundry valuables about my person, but then they included a loaded revolver, so why refuse the adventure?
"Do come in," he said in English, seeing my hesitation94. "We are only waiting for you."
I accepted the strange invitation.
The mysterious language of the invitation sealed my fate. Evidently I had again been mistaken for somebody else. Was it that I resembled someone this man knew? If so, it would probably be the same someone the other man had dreaded95. I seemed to feel the end of a clew at last, the other end which was tied to him I sought. Putting my hand to my breast pocket to make sure it held my pistol, I drew back the handle of the gate and ascended97 the steps. There was an expression of satisfaction on the face of my inviter, and, turning his back upon me he threw the door wide open and held it courteously98 as I entered. A whiff of warm stuffy99 air smote100 my nostrils as I stepped into the hall where an india-rubber plant stood upon a rack heavily laden101 with overcoats. My host preceded me a few paces and opened a door on the right. A confused babble102 of guttural speech broke upon my ear, and over his shoulder I caught a glimpse of a strange scene—a medley103 of swarthy men, wearing their hats, a venerable-looking old man who seemed their chief being prominent in a grim, black skull104 cap; there was a strange weird105 wick burning in a cup of oil on the mantelpiece, and on a sofa at the extreme end of the room sat a beautiful young lady weeping silently.
My heart gave a great leap. Instinct told me I had found the woman. I made the sign of the cross and entered.
A strange look of relief passed over the faces of the company as I entered. Instinctively106 I removed my hat, but he who had summoned me deprecated the courtesy with a gesture, remarking, "We are commencing at once."
I stared at him, more puzzled than ever, but kept silence lest speech should betray me and snatch the solution from me on the very eve of my arrival at it.
It was gathering107 in my mind that I must strikingly resemble one of the band, that the man of the restaurant had betrayed us, and that he went in fear of our vengeance108. Only thus could I account for my reception both by him and by the rest of the gang.
The patriarchal-looking chieftain got up and turned his back to the company, as if surveying them through the mirror. He then addressed them at great length with averted109 face in a strange language, the others following him attentively110 and accompanying his remarks with an undercurrent of murmured sympathy, occasionally breaking out into loud exclamations111 of assent112 in the same tongue. I listened with all my ears, but could not form the least idea as to what the language was. There were gutturals in it as in German, but I can always detect German if I cannot understand it. There was never a word which had the faintest analogy with any of the European tongues. I came to the conclusion it was a patter of their own. The leader spoke113 hurriedly for the most part, but in his slower passages there was a rise and fall of the voice almost amounting to a musical inflection. Near the end, after an emphatic57 speech frequently interrupted by applause, he dropped his voice to a whisper and a hushed silence fell upon the room. The beautiful girl on the couch got up and, holding a richly-bound book in her hand, perused114 it quietly. Her lovely eyes were heavy with tears. I drifted upon a current of wonder into perusing115 her face, and it was with a start that, at the sudden resumption of the leader's speech, I woke from my dreams. The address came to a final close soon after, and then another member wound up the proceedings116 with a little speech, which was received with great enthusiasm.
While he was speaking, I studied the back of the patriarch's head. He moved it, and my eyes accidentally lighted on something on the mantelpiece which sent a thrill through my whole being. It was a photograph, and unless some hallucination tricked my vision, the photograph of the man I sought. I trembled with excitement. My instinct had been correct. I had found the woman. Saint Antony had guided my footsteps aright. The company was slowly dispersing117, chatting as it went. Everybody took leave of the beautiful girl, who had by this time dried her eyes and resumed the queen. I should have to go with them, and without an inkling of comprehension of what had passed! What had they been plotting? What part had I been playing in these uncanny transactions? What had they been doing to bring suffering to this fair girl, before whom all bowed in mock homage118? Was she the unwilling119 accomplice120 of their discreditable designs? I could not see an inch in the bewildering fog. And was I to depart like the rest, doomed121 to cudgel my brains till they ached like caned122 schoolboys? No, my duty was clear. A gentle creature was in trouble—it was my business to stay and succor123 her.
Then suddenly the thought flashed upon me that she loved the man who had betrayed us, that she had pleaded with fear for his life, and that her petition had been granted. The solution seemed almost complete, yet it found me no more willing to go. Had I not still to discover for what end we were leagued together?
As I stood motionless, thus musing124, the minutes and the company slipped away. I was left with the man of the doorstep, the second speaker, and the beautiful girl.
While I was wondering by what pretext125 to remain, the second speaker came up to me and said cordially: "We are so much obliged to you for coming. It was very good of you."
His English was that of a native, as I enviously126 noted127. He was a young, good-looking fellow, but, as I gazed at him, a vague resemblance to the stranger of the restaurant [pg 176] and to the photograph on the mantelpiece forced itself on my attention.
"Oh, it was no trouble; no trouble at all," I remarked cheerfully. "I will come again if you like."
"Thank you; but this is our last night, with the exception of Saturday, when one can get together twenty quite easily, so there is no need to trouble you, as you perhaps do not reside in the neighborhood."
"Oh, but I do," I hastened to correct him.
"In that case we shall be very pleased to see you," he replied readily. "I don't remember seeing you before in the district. I presume you are a newcomer."
"Yes, that's it," I exclaimed glibly128, secretly more puzzled than ever. He did not remember seeing me before, nor did the man of the doorstep vouchsafe129 any information as to my identity. Then I could certainly not have been mistaken for somebody else. And yet—what was the meaning of that significant invitation: "We are waiting only for you?"
"I thought you were a stranger," he replied. "I haven't the pleasure of knowing your name."
This was the climax130. But I concealed131 my astonishment, having always found the nil132 admirari principle the safest in enterprises of this nature. Should I tell him my real name? Yes, why not? I was utterly133 unknown in London, and my real name would be as effective a disguise as a pseudonym134.
"Mendoza," I replied.
"Ah," said the man of the doorstep. "Any relation to the Mendozas of Highbury?"
"I think not," I replied, with an air of reflection.
"Ah well," said the second speaker, "we are all brothers."
"And sisters." I remarked gallantly135, bowing to the beautiful maiden136. On second thoughts it struck me the remark was rather meaningless, but second thoughts have an awkward way of succeeding first thoughts, which sometimes interferes137 with their usefulness. On third thoughts I went on in my best English, "May I in return be favored with the pleasure of knowing your name?"
The second speaker smiled in a melancholy138 way and said, "I beg you pardon, I forgot we were as strange to you as you to us. My name is Radowski, Philip Radowski; this is my friend Martin, and this my sister Fanny."
I distributed elaborate bows to the trinity.
"You will have a little refreshment139 before you go?" said Fanny, with a simple charm that would have made it impossible to refuse, even if I had been as anxious to go as I was to stay.
"Oh no, I could not think of troubling you," I replied warmly, and in due course I was sipping140 a glass of excellent old port and crumbling141 a macaroon.
This seemed to me the best time for putting out a feeler, and I remarked lightly, pointing to the photograph on the mantelpiece, "I did not see that gentleman here to-night." Instantly a portentous142 expression gathered upon all the faces. I saw I had said the wrong thing. The beautiful Fanny's mouth quivered, her eyes grew wistful and pathetic.
"My father is dead," she said in a low tone.
Dead? Her father? A great shock of horror and surprise traversed my frame. His secret had gone with him to the grave.
"Dead?" I repeated involuntarily. "Oh, forgive me, I did not know."
"Of course not, of course not. I understand perfectly143," put in her brother soothingly144. "You did not know whom it was we had lost. Yes, it was our father."
"Has he been dead long?"
He seemed a little surprised at the question, but answered: "It is he we are mourning now."
I nodded my head, as if comprehending.
"Ah, he was a good man," said Martin. "I wish we were all so sure of Heaven."
"There are very few Jews like him left," said Fanny quietly.
My heart was thumping147 violently as a great wave of light flooded my brain. These people then were Jews—that strange, scattered148 race of heretics I had often heard of, but never before come into contact with in my wild adventurous149 existence. The strange scene I had witnessed was not, then, a meeting of conspirators150, but a religious funereal151 ceremonial; the sorrow of Fanny was filial grief; the address of the venerable old man a Hebrew prayer-reading; the short speech of Philip Radowski probably a psalm152 in the ancient language all spoke so fluently. But what had I come to do in that galley153?
All these thoughts flashed upon me in the twinkling of an eye. There was scarce a pause between Martin's observation and Radowski's remark that followed it.
"He was, indeed, pious. It was wonderful how he withstood the influence of his English friends. You would never imagine he left Poland quite thirty years ago."
So I had found the Pole! But was it too late? Anyhow I resolved to know what I had been summoned for? The saints spared me the trouble of the search.
"Yes," returned Martin, "when you think how ready he was to go to the houses of mourners, I think it perfectly disgraceful that we had such difficulty in getting together ten brother-Jews for the services in his memory. But for the kindness of Mr. Mendoza I don't know what we should have done to-night. In your place, Philip, I confess I should have felt tempted154 to violate the law altogether. I can't see that it matters to the Almighty155 whether you have nine men or ten men or five men. And I don't see why Fanny couldn't count in quite as well as any man."
"Oh! Martin," said Fanny with a shocked look. "How can you talk so irreligiously? Once we begin to break the law where are we to stop? Jews and Christians157 may as well intermarry at once." Her righteous indignation was beautiful to see.
Two things were clear now. First, I had been mistaken for a Jew, probably on account of my foreign appearance. Secondly158, Fanny would never wed44 a Christian156. But for the first fact I would have regretted the second. For a third thing was clear—that I loved the glorious Jewess with all the love of a child of the South. We are not tame rabbits, we Andalusians: the flash from beauty's eye fires our blood and we love instantly and dare greatly. My heart glowed with gratitude159 to my patron saint for having brought about the mistake; a Jew I was and a Jew I would remain.
"You are quite right, Miss Radowski," I said, "Jew and Christian might as well intermarry at once."
"I am glad to hear you say so," said Fanny, turning her lovely orbs160 towards me. "Most young men nowadays are so irreligious."
Martin darted161 a savage162 glance at me. I saw at once how the land lay. He was either engaged to my darling or a fiancé in the making. I surveyed him impassively from his head to his shoes and decided163 to stand in them. It was impossible to permit a man of such dubious164 religious principles to link his life with a spiritually-minded woman like Fanny. Such a union could only bring unhappiness to both. What she needed was a good pious Jew, one of the old school. With the help of the saints I vowed165 to supply her needs.
"I think modern young women are quite as irreligious as modern young men," retorted Martin, as he left the room.
"Yes, it is so," sighed Fanny, the arrow glancing off unheeded. Then, uplifting her beautiful eyes heavenwards, she murmured: "Ah, if they had been blessed with fathers like mine."
Martin, who had only gone out for an instant, returned with Fanny's hat and a feather boa, and observing, "You must really take a walk at once—you have been confined indoors a whole week," helped her to put them on. I felt sure his zeal166 for her health was overbalanced by his enthusiasm for my departure. I could not very well attach myself to the walking party—especially as I only felt an attachment167 for one member of it. Disregarding the interruption I remarked in tones of fervent168 piety169:
"It will be an eternal regret to me that I missed knowing your father."
She gave me a grateful look.
"Look!" she said, seating herself on the sofa for a moment and picking up the richly-bound book lying upon it. "Look at the motto of exhortation170 he wrote in my prayer-book before he died. Our minister says it is in the purest Hebrew."
I went to her side and leaned over the richly-bound book, which appeared to be printed backwards171, and scanned the inscription172 with an air of appreciation173.
"Read it," she said. "Read it aloud! It comforts me to hear it."
"Read it aloud," she said. "It comforts me."
I coughed violently and felt myself growing pale. The eyes of Martin were upon me with an expression that seemed waiting to become sardonic174. I called inwardly upon the Holy Mother. There seemed to be only a few words and after a second's hesitation I murmured something in my most inarticulate manner, producing some sounds approximately like those I had heard during the service.
Fanny looked up at me, puzzled.
"I do not understand your pronunciation," she said.
I felt ready to sink into the sofa.
"Ah, I am not surprised," put in her brother. "From Mr. Mendoza's name and appearance I should take him to be a Sephardi like the Mendozas of Highbury. They pronounce quite differently from us, Fanny."
I commended him to the grace of the Virgin.
"That is so," I admitted. "And I found it not at all easy to follow your services."
"Are you an English Sephardi or a native Sephardi?" asked Martin.
"A native!" I replied readily. "I was born there." Where "there" was I had no idea.
"Do you know," said Fanny, looking so sweetly into my face, "I should like to see your country. Spain has always seemed to me so romantic, and I dote on Spanish olives."
I was delighted to find I had spoken the truth as to my nativity.
"I shall be charmed to escort you," I said, smiling.
She smiled in response.
"It is easy enough to go anywhere nowadays," said Martin surlily.
"I wish you would go to the devil," I thought. "That would certainly be easy enough."
But it would have been premature175 to force my own company upon Fanny any longer. I relied upon the presence of death and her brother to hinder Martin's suit from developing beyond the point it had already reached. It remained to be seen whether the damage was irreparable. I went again on the Saturday night, following with interest the service that had seemed a council-meeting. [pg 183] This time it began with singing, in which everybody joined and in which I took part with hearty176 inarticulateness. But a little experience convinced me that my course was beset177 with pitfalls178, that not Mary Jane aspiring179 to personify a duchess could glide180 on thinner ice than I attempting to behave as one of these strange people, with their endless and all-embracing network of religious etiquette181. To my joy I discovered that I could pursue my suit without going to synagogue, a place of dire32 peril182, for it seems that the Spaniards are a distinct sect183, mightily184 proud of their blood and their peculiar185 pronunciation, and the Radowskis, being Poles, did not expect to see me worshipping with themselves, which enabled me to continue my devotions in the Holy Chapel186 of St. Vincent. It also enabled me to skate over many awkward moments, the Poles being indifferently informed as to the etiquette of their Peninsular cousins. That I should have been twice taken for one of their own race rather surprised me, for my physiognomical relationship to it seemed of the slightest. The dark complexion, the foreign air, doubtless gave me a superficial resemblance, and in the face it is the surface that tells. I read up Spanish history and learnt that many Jews had become Christians during the persecutions of the Holy Inquisition, and that many had escaped the fires of the auto-da-fé by feigning187 conversion188, the while secretly performing their strange rites189, and handing down to their descendants the traditions of secrecy190 and of Judaism, these unhappy people being styled Marranos. Perchance I was sprung from some such source, but there was no hint of it in my genealogy191 so far as known to me; my name Mendoza was a good old Andalusian name, and my ancestors had for generations been good sons of the only true Church. The question has no interest for me now.
For, although like Cæsar I am entitled to say that I came, saw, and conquered, conquering not only Fanny but my rival, yet am I still a bachelor. I had driven Martin on one side as easily as a steamer bearing down upon a skiff, yet my own lips betrayed me. It was the desire to penetrate192 the mystery of the restaurant that undid193 me, for if a woman cannot keep a secret, a man cannot refrain from fathoming194 one. The rose-gardens of Love were open for my walking when the demon195 in possession prompted me to speech that silvered the red roses with hoar-frost and ice.
One day I sat holding her dear hand in mine. She permitted me no more complex caresses196, being still in black. Such was the sense of duty of this beautiful, warm-blooded Oriental creature, that she was as cold as her father's tombstone, and equally eulogistic197 of his virtues198. She spoke of them now, though I would fain have diverted the talk to hers. Failing that, I seized the opportunity to solve the haunting puzzle.
"Do you know, I fancy I once saw your father," I said, earnestly.
"Indeed!" she observed, with much interest. "Where?"
"In a restaurant not many miles from here. It was before noon."
"In a restaurant?" she repeated. "Hardly very likely. There isn't any restaurant near here he would be likely to go to, and certainly not at the time you mention, when he would be in the city. You must be mistaken."
I shook my head. "I don't think so. I remember his face so well. When I saw his photograph I recognized him at once."
"How long ago was it?"
"I can tell you exactly," I said. "The date is graven on my heart. It was the twenty-fourth of October."
"This year?"
"This year."
"The twenty-fourth of October!" she repeated musingly199. "Only a few weeks before he died. Poor father, peace be upon him! The twenty-fourth of October, did you say?" she added, suddenly.
"No, it is nothing. It cannot be," she added, more calmly. "Of course not." She smiled faintly. "I thought——" she paused.
"You thought what?"
"Oh, well, I'll show you I was mistaken." She rose, went to the book-case, drew out a little brown-paper covered volume, and turned over the pages scrutinizingly. Suddenly a change came over the beautiful face; she stood motionless, pale as a statue.
A chill shadow fell across my heart, distracted between tense curiosity and dread96 of a tragic solution.
"My dear Fanny, what in Heaven's name is it?" I breathed.
"Don't speak of Heaven," said Fanny, in strange, harsh tones, "when you libel the dead thus."
"Libel the dead? How?"
"Why, the twenty-fourth of October was Yom Kippur."
"Well," I said, unimpressed and uncomprehending, "and what of it?"
She stared at me, staggered and clutched at the book-case for support.
"What of it?" she cried, in passionate201 emotion. "Do you dare to say that you saw my poor father, who was righteousness itself, breaking his fast in a restaurant on the Day of Atonement? Perhaps you will insinuate202 next that his speedy death was Heaven's punishment on him for his blasphemy203!"
In the same instant I saw the truth and my terrible blunder. This fast-day must be of awful solemnity, and Fanny's father must have gone systematically204 to a surreptitious [pg 186] breakfast in that queer, out-of-the-way restaurant. His nervousness, his want of ease, his terror at the sight of me, whom he mistook for a brother-Jew, were all accounted for. Once a year—the discrepancy205 in the date being explained by the discord206 between Jewish and Christian chronology—he hied his way furtively207 to this unholy meal, enjoying it and a reputation for sanctity at the same time. But to expose her father's hypocrisy208 to the trusting, innocent girl would be hardly the way to advance love-matters. It might be difficult even to repair the mischief209 I had already done.
"I beg your pardon," I said humbly210. "You were right. I was misled by some chance resemblance. If your father was the pious Jew you paint him, it is impossible he could have been the man I saw. Yes, and now I think of it, the eyebrows211 were bushier and the chin plumper than those of the photograph."
A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips. Then her face grew rigid again as she turned it upon me, and asked in low tones that cut through me like an icy blast: "Yes, but what were you doing in the restaurant on the Day of Atonement?"
Her look was terrible.
"I—I—was only having a cup of chocolate," I replied, with a burst of inspiration.
As everybody knows, since the pronunciamento of Pope Paul V., chocolate may be imbibed213 by good Catholics without breaking the fasts of the Church. But, alas! it seems these fanatical Eastern flagellants allow not even a drop of cold water to pass their lips for over twenty-four hours.
"I am glad you confess it," said Fanny, witheringly. "It shows you have still one redeeming214 trait. And I am glad you spoke ill of my poor father, for it has led to the [pg 187] revelation of your true character before it was too late. You will, of course, understand, Mr. Mendoza, that our acquaintance is at an end."
"Fanny!" I cried, frantically215.
"Spare me a scene, I beg of you," she said, coldly. "You, you the man who pretended to such ardent216 piety, to such enthusiasm for our holy religion, are an apostate217 from the faith into which you were born, a blasphemer, an atheist218."
I stared at her in dumb horror. I had entangled219 myself inextricably. How could I now explain that it was her father who was the renegade, not I?
"Good-bye," said Fanny. "Heaven make you a better Jew."
I moved desperately220 towards her, but she waved me back. "Don't touch me," she cried. "Go, go!"
"But is there no hope for me?" I exclaimed, looking wildly into the cold, statue-like face, that seemed more beautiful than ever, now it was fading from my vision.
"None," she said. Then, in a breaking voice, she murmured, "Neither for you nor for me."
"Ah, you love me still," I cried, striving to embrace her. "You will be my wife."
She struggled away from me. "No, no," she said, with a gesture of horror. "It would be sacrilege to my dead father's memory. Rather would I marry a Christian, yes, even a Catholic, than an apostate Jew like you. Leave me, I pray you; or, must I ring the bell?"
I went—a sadder and a wiser man. But even my wisdom availed me not, for when I repaired to the restaurant to impart it to the proprietor, the last consolation221 was denied me. He had sold his business and returned to Italy.
To-morrow I start for Turkestan.
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