The next evening Cyril sat at the tea-table in the parlour with his mother and his aunt. To Constance his presence there had something of the miraculous1 in it. He had come, after all! Sophia was in a rich robe, and for ornament2 wore an old silver-gilt neck- chain, which was clasped at the throat, and fell in double to her waist, where it was caught in her belt. This chain interested Cyril. He referred to it once or twice, and then he said: "Just let me have a LOOK at that chain," and put out his hand; and Sophia leaned forward so that he could handle it. His fingers played with it thus for some seconds; the picture strikingly affected3 Constance. At length he dropped it, and said: "H'm!" After a pause he said: "Louis Sixteenth, eh?" and Sophia said:
"They told me so. But it's nothing; it only cost thirty francs, you know." And Cyril took her up sharply:
"What does that matter?" Then after another pause he asked: "How often do you break a link of it?"
"Oh, often," she said. "It's always getting shorter."
And he murmured mysteriously: "H'm!"
He was still mysterious, withdrawn4 within himself extraordinarily5 uninterested in his physical surroundings. But that evening he talked more than he usually did. He was benevolent6, and showed a particular benevolence7 towards his mother, apparently8 exerting himself to answer her questions with fullness and heartiness9, as though admitting frankly10 her right to be curious. He praised the tea; he seemed to notice what he was eating. He took Spot on his knee, and gazed in admiration11 at Fossette.
"By Jove!" he said, "that's a dog, that is! ... All the same. ... " And he burst out laughing.
"I won't have Fossette laughed at," Sophia warned him.
"No, seriously," he said, in his quality of an amateur of dogs; "she is very fine." Even then he could not help adding: "What you can see of her!"
Whereupon Sophia shook her head, deprecating such wit. Sophia was very lenient12 towards him. Her leniency13 could be perceived in her eyes, which followed his movements all the time. "Do you think he is like me, Constance?" she asked.
"I wish I was half as good-looking," said Cyril, quickly; and Constance said:
"As a baby he was very like you. He was a handsome baby. He wasn't at all like you when he was at school. These last few years he's begun to be like you again. He's very much changed since he left school; he was rather heavy and clumsy then."
"Heavy and clumsy!" exclaimed Sophia. "Well, I should never have believed it!"
"Oh, but he was!" Constance insisted.
"Now, mater," said Cyril, "it's a pity you don't want that cake cutting into. I think I could have eaten a bit of that cake. But of course if it's only for show ...!"
Constance sprang up, seizing a knife.
"You shouldn't tease your mother," Sophia told him. "He doesn't really want any, Constance; he's regularly stuffed himself."
And Cyril agreed, "No, no, mater, don't cut it; I really couldn't. I was only gassing."
But Constance could never clearly see through humour of that sort. She cut three slices of cake, and she held the plate towards Cyril.
"I tell you I really couldn't!" he protested.
"Come!" she said obstinately14. "I'm waiting! How much longer must I hold this plate?"
And he had to take a slice. So had Sophia. When she was roused, they both of them had to yield to Constance.
With the dogs, and the splendour of the tea-table under the gas, and the distinction of Sophia and Cyril, and the conversation, which on the whole was gay and free, rising at times to jolly garrulity15, the scene in her parlour ought surely to have satisfied Constance utterly16. She ought to have been quite happy, as her sciatica had raised the siege for a space. But she was not quite happy. The circumstances of Cyril's arrival had disturbed her; they had in fact wounded her, though she would scarcely admit the wound. In the morning she had received a brief letter from Cyril to say that he had not been able to come, and vaguely17 promising18, or half-promising, to run down at a later date. That letter had the cardinal19 defects of all Cyril's relations with his mother; it was casual, and it was not candid20. It gave no hint of the nature of the obstacle which had prevented him from coming. Cyril had always been too secretive. She was gravely depressed21 by the letter, which she did not show to Sophia, because it impaired22 her dignity as a mother, and displayed her son in a bad light. Then about eleven o'clock a telegram had come for Sophia.
"That's all right," Sophia had said, on reading it. "He'll be here this evening!" And she had handed over the telegram, which read--
"Very well. Will come same train to-day."
And Constance learned that when Sophia had rushed out just before tea on the previous evening, it was to telegraph to Cyril.
"What did you say to him?" Constance asked.
"Oh!" said Sophia, with a careless air, "I told him I thought he ought to come. After all, you're more important than any business, Constance! And I don't like him behaving like that. I was determined23 he should come!"
Sophia had tossed her proud head.
Constance had pretended to be pleased and grateful. But the existence of a wound was incontestable. Sophia, then, could do more with Cyril than she could! Sophia had only met him once, and could simply twist him round her little finger. He would never have done so much for his mother. A fine sort of an obstacle it must have been, if a single telegram from Sophia could overcome it ...! And Sophia, too, was secretive. She had gone out and had telegraphed, and had not breathed a word until she got the reply, sixteen hours later. She was secretive, and Cyril was secretive. They resembled one another. They had taken to one another. But Sophia was a curious mixture. When Constance had asked her if she should go to the station again to meet Cyril, she had replied scornfully: "No, indeed! I've done going to meet Cyril. People who don't arrive must not expect to be met."
When Cyril drove up to the door, Sophia had been in attendance. She hurried down the steps. "Don't say anything about my telegram," she had rapidly whispered to Cyril; there was no time for further explanation. Constance was at the top of the steps. Constance had not heard the whisper, but she had seen it; and she saw a guilty, puzzled look on Cyril's face, afterwards an ineffectively concealed24 conspiratorial25 look on both their faces. They had 'something between them,' from which she, the mother, was shut out! Was it not natural that she should be wounded? She was far too proud to mention the telegrams. And as neither Cyril nor Sophia mentioned them, the circumstances leading to Cyril's change of plan were not referred to at all, which was very curious. Then Cyril was more sociable26 than he had ever been; he was different, under his aunt's gaze. Certainly he treated his mother faultlessly. But Constance said to herself: "It is because she is here that he is so specially27 nice to me."
When tea was finished and they were going upstairs to the drawing- room, she asked him, with her eye on the 'Stag at Eve' engraving28:
"Well, is it a success?"
"What?" His eye followed hers. "Oh, you've changed it! What did you do that for, mater?"
"You said it would be better like that," she reminded him.
"Did I?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "I don't remember. I believe it is better, though," he added. "It might be even better still if you turned it the other way up."
He pulled a face to Sophia, and screwed up his shoulders, as if to indicate: "I've done it, this time!"
"How? The other way up?" Constance queried29. Then as she comprehended that he was teasing her, she said: "Get away with you!" and pretended to box his ears. "You were fond enough of that picture at one time!" she said ironically.
"Yes, I was, mater," he submissively agreed. "There's no getting over that." And he pressed her cheeks between his hands and kissed her.
In the drawing-room he smoked cigarettes and played the piano-- waltzes of his own composition. Constance and Sophia did not entirely30 comprehend those waltzes. But they agreed that all were wonderful and that one was very pretty indeed. (It soothed31 Constance that Sophia's opinion coincided with hers.) He said that that waltz was the worst of the lot. When he had finished with the piano, Constance informed him about Amy. "Oh! She told me," he said, "when she brought me my water. I didn't mention it because I thought it would be rather a sore subject." Beneath the casualness of his tone there lurked32 a certain curiosity, a willingness to hear details. He heard them.
At five minutes to ten, when Constance had yawned, he threw a bomb among them on the hearthrug.
"Well," he said, "I've got an appointment with Matthew at the Conservative Club at ten o'clock. I must go. Don't wait up for me."
Both women protested, Sophia the more vivaciously33. It was Sophia now who was wounded.
"It's business," he said, defending himself. "He's going away early to-morrow, and it's my only chance." And as Constance did not brighten he went on: "Business has to be attended to. You mustn't think I've got nothing to do but enjoy myself."
No hint of the nature of the business! He never explained. As to business, Constance knew only that she allowed him three hundred a year, and paid his local tailor. The sum had at first seemed to her enormous, but she had grown accustomed to it.
"I should have preferred you to see Mr. Peel-Swynnerton here," said Constance. "You could have had a room to yourselves. I do not like you going out at ten o'clock at night to a club."
"Well, good night, mater," he said, getting up. "See you to- morrow. I shall take the key out of the door. It's true my pocket will never be the same again."
Sophia saw Constance into bed, and provided her with two hot-water bottles against sciatica. They did not talk much.
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