This occurred to me again as a fortnight later Pelleas and I took our seats in the train for the sea, since across the aisle4 sat a pale and pretty little invalid5 girl whose companions called her “Phenie.” I do not know what this term professed6 to abbreviate7, but I myself would have preferred to be known by the name of some euphonious8 disease, say Pneumonia9. Monia would make a very pretty love-name, as they say.
Our little neighbour should have had a beautiful name. She looked not a day past ten, though I learned that she was sixteen; and she was pale and spiritless, but her great dark eyes were filled with the fervour which might have been hers if life had been more kind. She had a merry laugh, and a book; not what I am wont10 to call a tramp book, seeking to interest people, but a book of dignity and parts which solicits11 nobody, a book which may have a bookplate under its leather wing.
I puzzled pleasantly over the two in whose charge she appeared to be and finally I took Pelleas in my confidence.
“Pelleas,” said I, “do you think that those two can be her parents?”
“Bless you, no, dear,” he answered; “they are not old enough. She is more likely to be sister to one of them. They are very much in love.”
“I noticed,” I agreed; “they must be old-young married people.”
“Instead of young-old married people like us,” Pelleas said.
For Pelleas and I, merely because we are seventy and white-haired and frightened to cross streets, are not near enough to death to treat each other so coldly as do half the middle-aged13. I cannot imagine a breakfast at which we two would separate the morning paper and intrude14 stocks and society upon our companionship and our omelet. At hotels I have seen elderly people who looked as if breakfast could a prison make and coffee cups a cage. Pelleas and I are not of these, and we look with kindly15 eyes upon all who have never known that youth has gone, because love stays.
So we were delighted when we saw our old-young married people and the little invalid preparing to leave the train with us. When we drew into our station the big kindly conductor, with a nasturtium in a buttonhole, came bearing down upon Little Invalid and carried her from the car in his vast arms and across the platform to a carriage. And we, in a second carriage, found ourselves behind the little party driving to the sea.
I had been so absorbed in our neighbours that until the salt air blew across our faces I had forgotten what a wonderful day it really was to be. Pelleas and I were come alone to the seaside with no one to look after us and no one to meet us and we meant to have such a holiday as never had been known. It came about in this wise:—
We were grown hungry for the sea. All winter long over our drawing-room fire we had talked about the sea. We had pretended that the roar of the elevated trains was the charge and retreat of the breakers and we had remembered a certain summer years before, when—Pelleas still being able to model and I to write so that a few were deceived—we had taken a cottage having a great view and no room, and we had spent one of the summers which are torches to the years to follow. Who has once lived by the sea becomes its fellow and it is likely to grow lyric16 in his heart years afterward17 and draw him back. So it had long been drawing Pelleas and me until, the Spring being well advanced, we had risen one morning saying, “We must go to-morrow.”
We had dreaded18 confessing to Nichola our intention. Nichola renounces19 everything until her renunciations are not virtue20 but a disease. She cannot help it. She is caught in a very contagion21 of renunciation, and one never proposes anything that she does not either object to or seek to postpone22. When the day comes for Nichola to die it has long been my belief that she will give up the project as a self-indulgence. Therefore it was difficult for us to approach her who rules us with the same rod which she continually brandishes23 over her own spirit. It was I who told her at last; for since that day when Nichola came upon Pelleas trying to dance, he has lost his assurance in her presence, dislikes to address her without provocation24, and agrees with everything that she says as if he had no spirit. I, being a very foolhardy and tactless old woman, put it to her in this way:—
“Nichola! Pelleas and I are going to the seashore for all day to-morrow.”
“No,” said I gently, “no, Nichola. But we want the sea—we need the sea.”
Nichola narrowed her eyes and nodded as if she knew more about the sea than she would care to tell.
“Oh, well,” she said with resignation, “I s’pose the good Lord don’t count suicide a first-class crime when you’re old.”
“We shall want breakfast,” I continued with great firmness, “at half after six.”
“The last breakfast that I’ll ever have to get you,” meditated27 Nichola, turning her back on me. The impudent28 old woman believes because she is four years younger than I that she is able to look after me. I cannot understand such self-sufficiency. I am wholly able to look after myself.
Pelleas and I dreamed all that night of what the morrow held for us. We determined29 to take a little luncheon30 and, going straight to the beach and as near to the water as possible, lie there in the sand the whole day long.
“And build sand houses and caves with passages sidewise,” said Pelleas with determination and as if he were seven.
“And watch the clouds and the gulls,” said I.
“And find a big wave away out and follow it till it comes in,” Pelleas added.
“And let the sand run through our fingers—O, Pelleas,” I cried, “I think it will make us young.”
So the sea spoke31 to us and we were wild for that first cool salt breath of it, and the glare and the gray and the boom of the surf. But Nichola, to whom the sea is the sea, bade us good-bye next morning with no sign of relenting in her judgment32 on us.
“Well packed with flannel33?” she wanted to know. And we went out in the street feeling like disobedient children, undeserving of the small, suggestive parcel of lunch which at the last moment she thrust in our hands.
“After all,” Pelleas said, “what is it to Nichola if we get drowned or run over?”
“Nothing,” we agreed with ungrateful determination.
Yet when we reached our station we had become so absorbed in Little Invalid that the sea had almost to pluck us by the sleeve before we remembered.
It was early for guests at the hotel and but few were on the veranda34. Little Invalid was lifted from her carriage and placed in a rocking-chair while the old-young married people went in the office. And when Pelleas suggested that I rest before we go down to the beach I gladly assented35 and sat with him beside the little creature, who welcomed me with a shy smile. She was so like a bird that I had almost expected her to vanish at my approach; and when she did not do so the temptation to talk with her was like the desire to feed a bird with crumbs36 from my hand.
“It is pleasant to be near the sea again,” I said to her, by way of crumbs.
“‘Again’?” she repeated. “I haven’t ever seen it before, ma’am.”
“You have not?” I said. “What a sorrow to live far from the sea.”
She shook her head.
“No,” she said, “I live in New York—we all three have lived in New York always—but I never saw anything of the sea, only from the Battery. None of us has but Henny. Henny has been to Staten Island.”
I was silent in sheer bewilderment. Then it was true; there are people living in New York who have never seen the sea.
Something else trembled on Little Invalid’s lips and out it came, hesitating.
“Bessie an’ Henny’s married last week,” she imparted shyly, touching38 a great coloured button picture of Bessie upon her waist. “This is their honeymoon39.”
“O,” I observed, brightening, “then you will be here for some time. I am so glad.”
Again she shook her head.
“O, no, ma’am,” she answered, “we’re going back to-night. This is Henny’s day off, but Bessie, she wouldn’t come without me. She’s my sister,” said Little Invalid proudly; “she paid my way herself.”
Was it not wonderful for an old woman whose interests are supposed to be confined to draughts40 and diets to be admitted to such a situation as this? I was still speechless with the delight of it when the old-young married people came outside.
Bessie, the sister to Little Invalid and the bride of a week, was a gentle, worn little woman in the thirties, of shabby neatness, and nervous hands wide and pink at the knuckles41, and a smile that was like the gravity of another. “Henny”—I perceive that my analogy extends farther and that some men would better have been christened Nicotine42 or Camphor—Henny was a bit younger than she, I fancied, and the honest fellow’s heavy, patched-looking hands and quick, blue eyes would immediately have won my heart even if I had not seen the clumsy care that he bestowed43 upon Little Invalid, as though a bear should don a nurse’s stripes.
Pelleas says that I spoke to them first. I dare say I did, being a very meddlesome44 old woman, but the first thing that I distinctly recall was hearing Henny say:—
“Now, you run along down the beach, Bess, an’ I’ll sit here a spell with Phenie!”
“I’m sure I’d be all right all alone,” protested Little Invalid feebly, looking nervously45 about at the fast-gathering groups of chattering46 people. However Bessie and Henny seemed to know very much better than this, and with her smile that was like gravity Bessie moved reluctantly away.
Fancy that situation. Little Invalid could not be carried to the sands, and those two old-young married people meant to spend their “honeymoon” in taking turns at visiting the beach. I looked at Pelleas and his face made the expression which means an alarm, for something to be done at once.
“Why,” I asked casually47, “don’t you both go down to the beach and let us sit here awhile?” For to tell the truth the journey by the train had tired me more than I cared to confess.
I remember how Pelleas once sent two incredibly dirty little boys into the circus at the Garden, and save then I really think that I never saw such sudden happiness in the face of any one.
“Were—were you goin’ to sit here anyway, ma’am?” Bessie asked, trying as heroically to conceal48 her joy as if it had been tears.
“Yes,” I assured her shamelessly, and really I was over-tired. “Stay as long as ever you like,” I said.
“O, ma’am,” said Henny with shining eyes, “thank you! And thank you, sir!”
“Pooh!” said Pelleas gruffly and thrust my sunshade in his hands.
Off they went down the beach, Shabby Neatness hanging on her husband’s arm in a fashion which I cannot call deplorable, and her husband looking down at her adoringly. Before they disappeared past the pavilion we all waved our hands. And then to my amazement49 I saw tears on the face of Little Invalid.
“O, ma’am,” she said, her lips trembling, “you don’t know what this will mean to them—you don’t know!”
“Let me see your book, my dear,” I said hastily, ashamed enough to be praised for indulging my own desire to rest.
She handed the distinguished-looking little volume and I saw that it was a very bouquet50 of sea poems, sea songs, sea delight in every form. Beloved names nodded to me from the page and beloved lines smiled up at me.
“The settlement lady lief me take it,” said Little Invalid.
Then began an hour whose joy Pelleas and I love to remember. It would have been pleasure merely to sit in that veranda corner within sound of the sea and to hear Pelleas read those magic words; but we had a new and unexpected joy in the response of this untutored little maid who was as eager as were we. With her eyes now on the sea, now on the face of Pelleas as he read, now turned to me with the swift surprise of something that his voice held for her, she sat breathlessly between us; and sometimes when a passage had to be explained her eyes were like the sea itself with the sun penetrating51 to its unsounded heart.
“Oh,” she would say, “was it all there all the time—was it? I read it alone but I didn’t know it was like this!”
It puzzled her to find that what we were reading had been known and loved by us for very long.
“Did the settlement lady lief you have the book, too?” she asked finally.
“No,” we told her, “we have these things in other books, ourselves.”
“Why, I thought,” she said then in bewilderment, “that there was only one book of every kind. And I thought how grand for me to have this one, and that I’d ought to lend it to people who wouldn’t ever see it if I didn’t. Is there other ones like it?” she asked.
Gradually the shy heart opened to us and we spoke together of the simple mysteries of earth. For example Little Invalid knew nothing of the tides and the moon’s influence, and no triumph of modern science could more have amazed her. Then from the terrifying parlour of the hotel we brought to her pieces of coral and seaweed, and these she had never seen and she touched them with reverent52 fingers. In the parlour too was an hourglass filled with shining sand—it was like finding jewels in the coal bin53 to extract things of such significance from that temple of plush and paper flowers. She held the coral and the seaweed and the hourglass while we went back to the little book or sat watching the waves, gray-green, like the leaves of my moth54 geranium.
In this manner two hours had passed without our suspecting when, flushed and breathless, Bessie and Henny reappeared. They were very distressed55 and frightened over having stayed so long away, but no degree of embarrassment56 could disguise their happy possession of those two hours on the white beach.
Pelleas beamed on them both.
“Ah, well, now,” he said, “we couldn’t think of going away down there before luncheon. Run along back, but mind that you are here by one o’clock. You are to lunch with us.”
At that my heart bounded, though I knew very well that Pelleas had intended certain five dollars in his portemonnaie for far other and sterner purposes. Yet it is a great truth that the other and sterner purposes are always adjusted in the end and the commonwealth57 goes safely on no matter how often you divert solitary58 bills to radiant uses with which they have no right to be concerned. Being I dare say a very spendthrift old woman I cannot argue matters of finance, but this one principle I have often noted59; and I venture to believe that the people who omit the radiant uses are not after all the best citizens. I write this in defence of Pelleas, whose financial conscience troubled him for many a day on account of that luncheon.
So back those old-young married people went to the beach, trying hard, as I could see, not to appear too delighted lest Little Invalid feel herself a burden to us all. And when they returned at one o’clock with bright eyes and cheeks already beginning to tan, Pelleas marshaled us all to a table by a window toward the sea, and a porter drew Little Invalid’s chair beside us.
What a luncheon was that. Time was—when Pelleas was still able to model and I to write so as to deceive a few—that we have sat at beautiful dinner tables with those whose jests we knew that we should read later, if we outlived them, set in the bezel of a chapter of their biographies—and such a dinner is likely to give one a delicious historic feeling while one is yet pleasantly the contemporary of the entrée. Time has been too when a few of us have sat about a simple board thankful for the miracle of that companionship. But save the dinners which Pelleas and I have celebrated60 alone I think that there never was another such dinner in our history. When his first embarrassment was gone we found that Henny had a quiet drollery61 which delighted us and caused his wife’s eyes to light adoringly. They said little about themselves; indeed, save for the confidences of Little Invalid, we knew when we parted nothing whatever about them, and yet we were the warmest friends. However, it was enough to have been let into that honeymoon secret.
And what a morning had those two had. I cannot begin to recount what experiences had been theirs with great waves that had overtaken them, with dogs that had gone in after shingles62, and with smooth stones and “angel-wing” shells and hot peanuts of which they had brought a share to Little Invalid. I cannot recall what strange people they had met and remembered. Above all I cannot tell you how they had listened to that solemn beat and roar, and would try to make us know its message—of course they did not know that this was what they tried to tell us, but Pelleas and I understood well enough.
After luncheon when Little Invalid was back on the veranda, her cheeks flushed with the unwonted excitement—it was her first dinner in a real hotel, she told me—Pelleas leaned against a pillar with an exaggerated air which I could not fathom63, until:—
“Really,” he said, “I’m so very sleepy that I’m going to settle myself in this big chair for a doze64. Don’t you want to rest for a little, Etarre? Suppose that we three all have a long quiet nap and you two young people get back to the beach for a while so as not to bother us.”
Bless Pelleas. And I confess that I was not unwilling65 to rest. So the two went away again, and I believe that Pelleas did sleep; but Little Invalid and I, though we pretended to be asleep, sat with our heads turned away from each other, staring out to sea. I do not know how it may have been with her, but as for me I was happy out of all proportion to the encouragement of that noisy veranda. Perhaps it was the look of the sea line, pricked66 with sails, or the mere12 rough, indifferent touch of the salt wind.
Presently we all pretended to wake and talk a little; and then we saw Bessie and Henny coming back and at a sign from Pelleas we all shut our eyes again, though Pelleas appeared to awake very crossly and bade them go back and not disturb us unless they wanted to be great nuisances. So they ran back, and we laughed at them in secret, and Little Invalid sat happily holding the mysterious hourglass. And then a band began to play in the pavilion—a dreadful band I thought until I saw the ecstatic delight of Little Invalid, whereupon I discovered that there was a lilt in its clamour.
When the bathers went in we found a glass for her, and she spent a pleasant half hour watching the ropes. And twice more Bessie and Henny came back and both times we pretended to be asleep, and Pelleas awoke more testily67 each time and scolded them back. The second time he thrust something in their hands.
“Just pitch this in the ocean,” he said crossly, “or eat it up. It worries me.”
Secretly I looked from one eye and saw Nichola’s lunch disappearing.
When they came back at six o’clock we consented to be awake, for it was time for Pelleas and me to go home. They stood before us trying with pleasant awkwardness to make us know various things, and Little Invalid kept tightly hold of my fingers. When I bent68 to kiss her good-bye she pressed something in my hand, and it was the great coloured button-picture of Bessie.
“Keep it,” she said, “to remember us by. There ain’t nothink else fit to give you!”
Henny handed me to the carriage in an anguish69 of polite anxiety, and they all three waved their hands so long as we could see them. They were to stay two hours longer and finish that honeymoon.
As Pelleas and I drove up the long street, our backs to the sea, we turned for one look at the moving gold of it under the falling sun. We felt its breath in our faces for the last time—well, who knows? When one is seventy every time may be the last time, though indeed I should not have been surprised to find us both sea-bathing before the Summer was over.
Pelleas looked at me with troubled eyes.
“Etarre,” he said, “I am afraid that we have indulged ourselves shamefully70 to-day.”
“You mean about the luncheon party?” I asked.
“Yes, that,” he said, “and then we came down here for the sea to do us good and we haven’t been near the sea.”
“No,” I said, “we haven’t.”
“We have simply amused ourselves all day long,” he finished disgustedly.
“Yes,” I said, “we have.”
But as the train drew over the salt marshes71 I smiled at this disgust of Pelleas’, smiled until my hand crept down and found his under his hat.
“What is it?” he asked, seeing my smile.
“I’ve found out something,” I told him.
“What is it?” he wanted to know.
“It wasn’t their honeymoon so much,” I said triumphantly72, “as it was ours.”
As we came through the long cross street toward our house we had a glimpse of Nichola beside our area gate, watching for us. But when we reached the gate she was not in sight and though we waited for a moment on our steps she did not come to open the door. It was not until Pelleas had lighted the fire in the drawing-room and we sat before it that we heard her coming up the stairs.
She brought us tea, neither volunteering a word of greeting nor, save by a word and with averted73 eyes, responding to ours. But as she was leaving the room she stood for a moment in the doorway74.
“How’d your lunch go?” she demanded.
Instantly Pelleas and I looked at each other—we never can remember not to do that. What had Nichola given us in that lunch?
“Why, Nichola,” said I, “Nichola, your lunches are always—that is, I never knew your lunches not to be—”
“You are a wonderful cook, you know, Nichola,” said Pelleas earnestly.
“There’s your tea,” she cut us short; “drink it—if you ain’t drownded an’ your shades settin’ here instead.”
Pelleas looked up bravely.
“I’m not sure about myself, Nichola,” he said gently; “one never is sure about one’s self, you know. But this lady is real, I do assure you!”
“And this, Nichola,” said I, gayly, “I protest is a real gentleman!”
On which we two laughed in each other’s eyes; and Nichola, that grim old woman, said sharply:—
“Our Lady knows you talk enough nonsense to be new-married, the both.”
She clicked the portière rings, like little teeth. And at her words Pelleas and I looked at each other in abashment79. Does all the world, like Nichola, guess at our long honeymoon?
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