Henry James: Complete Stories 1864-1874 (88 page)

Read Henry James: Complete Stories 1864-1874 Online

Authors: Henry James

Tags: #test

BOOK: Henry James: Complete Stories 1864-1874
7.07Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
 
Page 521
passion. It had not come, and she had nothing left but to loathe herself. She did so, violently, for a long time, in the dark corner of the box, and she felt that he loathed her too. I love you!how pitifully the poor little make-believe words had quavered out and how much disgust they must have represented! Poor manpoor man! Laura Wing suddenly found herself murmuring: compassion filled her mind at the sense of the way she had used him. At the same moment a flare of music broke out: the last act of the opera had begun and she had sprung up and quitted the box.
The passages were empty and she made her way without trouble. She descended to the vestibule; there was no one to stare at her and her only fear was that Mr. Wendover would be there. But he was not, apparently, and she saw that she should be able to go away quickly. Selina would have taken the carriageshe could be sure of that; or if she hadn't it wouldn't have come back yet; besides, she couldn't possibly wait there so long as while it was called. She was in the act of asking one of the attendants, in the portico, to get her a cab, when some one hurried up to her from behind, overtaking hera gentleman in whom, turning round, she recognised Mr. Booker. He looked almost as bewildered as Mr. Wendover, and his appearance disconcerted her almost as much as that of his friend would have done. Oh, are you going away, alone? What must you think of me? this young man exclaimed; and he began to tell her something about her sister and to ask her at the same time if he might not go with herhelp her in some way. He made no inquiry about Mr. Wendover, and she afterwards judged that that distracted gentleman had sought him out and sent him to her assistance; also that he himself was at that moment watching them from behind some column. He would have been hateful if he had shown himself; yet (in this later meditation) there was a voice in her heart which commended his delicacy. He effaced himself to look after herhe provided for her departure by proxy.
A cab, a cabthat's all I want! she said to Mr. Booker; and she almost pushed him out of the place with the wave of the hand with which she indicated her need. He rushed off to call one, and a minute afterwards the messenger whom she had already despatched rattled up in a hansom. She quickly
 
Page 522
got into it, and as she rolled away she saw Mr. Booker returning in all haste with another. She gave a passionate moanthis common confusion seemed to add a grotesqueness to her predicament.
XII
The next day, at five o'clock, she drove to Queen's Gate, turning to Lady Davenant in her distress in order to turn somewhere. Her old friend was at home and by extreme good fortune alone; looking up from her book, in her place by the window, she gave the girl as she came in a sharp glance over her glasses. This glance was acquisitive; she said nothing, but laying down her book stretched out her two gloved hands. Laura took them and she drew her down toward her, so that the girl sunk on her knees and in a moment hid her face, sobbing, in the old woman's lap. There was nothing said for some time: Lady Davenant only pressed her tenderlystroked her with her hands. Is it very bad? she asked at last. Then Laura got up, saying as she took a seat, Have you heard of it and do people know it?
I haven't heard anything. Is it very bad? Lady Davenant repeated.
We don't know where Selina isand her maid's gone.
Lady Davenant looked at her visitor a moment. Lord, what an ass! she then ejaculated, putting the paper-knife into her book to keep her place. And whom has she persuaded to take herCharles Crispin? she added.
We supposewe suppose said Laura.
And he's another, interrupted the old woman. And who supposesGeordie and Ferdy?
I don't know; it's all black darkness!
My dear, it's a blessing, and now you can live in peace.
In peace! cried Laura; with my wretched sister leading such a life?
Oh, my dear, I daresay it will be very comfortable; I am sorry to say anything in favour of such doings, but it very often is. Don't worry; you take her too hard. Has she gone abroad? the old lady continued. I daresay she has gone to some pretty, amusing place.
 
Page 523
I don't know anything about it. I only know she is gone. I was with her last evening and she left me without a word.
Well, that was better. I hate 'em when they make parting scenes: it's too mawkish!
Lionel has people watching them, said the girl; agents, detectives, I don't know what. He has had them for a long time; I didn't know it.
Do you mean you would have told her if you had? What is the use of detectives now? Isn't he rid of her?
Oh, I don't know, he's as bad as she; he talks too horriblyhe wants every one to know it, Laura groaned.
And has he told his mother?
I suppose so: he rushed off to see her at noon. She'll be overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed? Not a bit of it! cried Lady Davenant, almost gaily. When did anything in the world overwhelm her and what do you take her for? She'll only make some delightful odd speech. As for people knowing it, she added, they'll know it whether he wants them or not. My poor child, how long do you expect to make believe?
Lionel expects some news to-night, Laura said. As soon as I know where she is I shall start.
Start for where?
To go to herto do something.
Something preposterous, my dear. Do you expect to bring her back?
He won't take her in, said Laura, with her dried, dismal eyes. He wants his divorceit's too hideous!
Well, as she wants hers what is simpler?
Yes, she wants hers. Lionel swears by all the gods she can't get it.
Bless me, won't one do? Lady Davenant asked. We shall have some pretty reading.
It's awful, awful, awful! murmured Laura.
Yes, they oughtn't to be allowed to publish them. I wonder if we couldn't stop that. At any rate he had better be quiet: tell him to come and see me.
You won't influence him; he's dreadful against her. Such a house as it is to-day!
Well, my dear, naturally.
 
Page 524
Yes, but it's terrible for me: it's all more sickening than I can bear.
My dear child, come and stay with me, said the old woman, gently.
Oh, I can't desert her; I can't abandon her!
Desertabandon? What a way to put it! Hasn't she abandoned you?
She has no heartshe's too base! said the girl. Her face was white and the tears now began to rise to her eyes again.
Lady Davenant got up and came and sat on the sofa beside her: she put her arms round her and the two women embraced. Your room is all ready, the old lady remarked. And then she said, When did she leave you? When did you see her last?
Oh, in the strangest, maddest, cruelest way, the way most insulting to me. We went to the opera together and she left me there with a gentleman. We know nothing about her since.
With a gentleman?
With Mr. Wendoverthat American, and something too dreadful happened.
Dear me, did he kiss you? asked Lady Davenant.
Laura got up quickly, turning away. Good-bye, I'm going, I'm going! And in reply to an irritated, protesting exclamation from her companion she went on, Anywhereanywhere to get away!
To get away from your American?
I asked him to marry me! The girl turned round with her tragic face.
He oughtn't to have left that to you.
I knew this horror was coming and it took possession of me, there in the box, from one moment to the otherthe idea of making sure of some other life, some protection, some respectability. First I thought he liked me, he had behaved as if he did. And I like him, he is a very good man. So I asked him, I couldn't help it, it was too hideousI offered myself! Laura spoke as if she were telling that she had stabbed him, standing there with dilated eyes.
Lady Davenant got up again and went to her; drawing off
 
Page 525
her glove she felt her cheek with the back of her hand. You are ill, you are in a fever. I'm sure that whatever you said it was very charming.
Yes, I am ill, said Laura.
Upon my honour you shan't go home, you shall go straight to bed. And what did he say to you?
Oh, it was too miserable! cried the girl, pressing her face again into her companion's kerchief. I was all, all mistaken; he had never thought!
Why the deuce then did he run about that way after you? He was a brute to say it!
He didn't say it and he never ran about. He behaved like a perfect gentleman.
I've no patienceI wish I had seen him that time! Lady Davenant declared.
Yes, that would have been nice! You'll never see him; if he
is
a gentleman he'll rush away.
Bless me, what a rushing away! murmured the old woman. Then passing her arm round Laura she added, You'll please to come upstairs with me.
Half an hour later she had some conversation with her butler which led to his consulting a little register into which it was his law to transcribe with great neatness, from their cards, the addresses of new visitors. This volume, kept in the drawer of the hall table, revealed the fact that Mr. Wendover was staying in George Street, Hanover Square. Get into a cab immediately and tell him to come and see me this evening, Lady Davenant said. Make him understand that it interests him very nearly, so that no matter what his engagements may be he must give them up. Go quickly and you'll just find him: he'll be sure to be at home to dress for dinner. She had calculated justly, for a few minutes before ten o'clock the door of her drawing-room was thrown open and Mr. Wendover was announced.
Sit there, said the old lady; no, not that one, nearer to me. We must talk low. My dear sir, I won't bite you!
Oh, this is very comfortable, Mr. Wendover replied vaguely, smiling through his visible anxiety. It was no more than natural that he should wonder what Laura Wing's
 
Page 526
peremptory friend wanted of him at that hour of the night; but nothing could exceed the gallantry of his attempt to conceal the symptoms of alarm.
You ought to have come before, you know, Lady Davenant went on. I have wanted to see you more than once.
I have been dining outI hurried away. This was the first possible moment, I assure you.
I too was dining out and I stopped at home on purpose to see you. But I didn't mean to-night, for you have done very well. I was quite intending to send for youthe other day. But something put it out of my head. Besides, I knew she wouldn't like it.
Why, Lady Davenant, I made a point of calling, ever so long agoafter that day! the young man exclaimed, not reassured, or at any rate not enlightened.
I daresay you didbut you mustn't justify yourself; that's just what I don't want; it isn't what I sent for you for. I have something very particular to say to you, but it's very difficult. Voyons un peu!
The old woman reflected a little, with her eyes on his face, which had grown more grave as she went on; its expression intimated that he failed as yet to understand her and that he at least was not exactly trifling. Lady Davenant's musings apparently helped her little, if she was looking for an artful approach; for they ended in her saying abruptly, I wonder if you know what a capital girl she is.
Do you meando you mean? stammered Mr. Wendover, pausing as if he had given her no right not to allow him to conceive alternatives.
Yes, I do mean. She's upstairs, in bed.
Upstairs in bed! The young man stared.
Don't be afraidI'm not going to send for her! laughed his hostess; her being here, after all, has nothing to do with it, except that she
did
comeyes, certainly, she did come. But my keeping herthat was my doing. My maid has gone to Grosvenor Place to get her things and let them know that she will stay here for the present. Now am I clear?
Not in the least, said Mr. Wendover, almost sternly.
Lady Davenant, however, was not of a composition to suspect him of sternness or to care very much if she did, and she

Other books

Watch Over Me by Tara Sivec
In the Moment: Part One by Rachael Orman
Simon Says Die by Lena Diaz
The Fallout by S.A. Bodeen
This Is the Story of You by Beth Kephart
Anne Barbour by Lord Glenravens Return
The Thing Around Your Neck by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie