The Rosary
Chapter XXXI
In Lighter Vein
Dinner that evening, the first at their small round table, was a great
success. Nurse Rosemary's plans all worked well; and Garth delighted in
arrangements which made him feel less helpless.
The strain of the afternoon brought its reaction of merriment. A little
judicious questioning drew forth further stories of the duchess and her pets;
and Miss Champion's name came in with a frequency which they both enjoyed.
It was a curious experience for Jane, to hear herself described in Garth's
vivid word-painting. Until that fatal evening at Shenstone, she had been
remarkably free from self-consciousness; and she had no idea that she had a way
of looking straight into people's eyes when she talked to them, and that that
was what muddled up "the silly little minds of women who say they are afraid of
her, and that she makes them nervous! You see she looks right into their shallow
shuffling little souls, full of conceited thoughts about themselves, and nasty
ill-natured thoughts about her; and no wonder they grow panic-stricken, and
flee; and talk of her as 'that formidable Miss Champion.' I never found her
formidable; but, when I had the chance of a real talk with her, I used to be
thankful I had nothing of which to be ashamed. Those clear eyes touched bottom
every time, as our kindred over the water so expressively put it."
Neither had Jane any idea that she always talked with a poker, if possible;
building up the fire while she built up her own argument; or attacking it
vigorously, while she demolished her opponent's; that she stirred the fire with
her toe, but her very smart boots never seemed any the worse; that when
pondering a difficult problem, she usually stood holding her chin in her right
hand, until she had found the solution. All these small characteristics Garth
described with vivid touch, and dwelt upon with a tenacity of remembrance, which
astonished Jane, and revealed him, in his relation to herself three years
before, in a new light.
His love for her had been so suddenly disclosed, and had at once had to be
considered as a thing to be either accepted or put away; so that when she
decided to put it away, it seemed not to have had time to become in any sense
part of her life. She had viewed it; realised all it might have meant; and put
it from her.
But now she understood how different it had been for Garth. During the week
which preceded his declaration, he had realised, to the full, the meaning of
their growing intimacy; and, as his certainty increased, he had more and more
woven her into his life; his vivid imagination causing her to appear as his
beloved from the first; loved and wanted, when as yet they were merely
acquaintances; kindred spirits; friends.
To find herself thus shrined in his heart and memory was infinitely touching
to Jane; and seemed to promise, with sweet certainty, that it would not be
difficult to come home there to abide, when once all barriers between them were
removed.
After dinner, Garth sat long at the piano, filling the room with harmony.
Once or twice the theme of The Rosary crept in, and Jane listened anxiously for
its development; but almost immediately it gave way to something else. It seemed
rather to haunt the other melodies, than to be actually there itself.
When Garth left the piano, and, guided by the purple cord, reached his chair,
Nurse Rosemary said gently "Mr. Dalmain, can you spare me for a few days at the
end of this week?"
"Oh, why?" said Garth. "To go where? And for how long? Ah, I know I ought to
say: 'Certainly! Delighted!' after all your goodness to me. But I really cannot!
You don't know what life was without you, when you week-ended! That week-end
seemed months, even though Brand was here. It is your own fault for making
yourself so indispensable."
Nurse Rosemary smiled. "I daresay I shall not be away for long," she said.
"That is, if you want me, I can return. But, Mr. Dalmain, I intend to-night to
write that letter of which I told you. I shall post it to-morrow. I must follow
it up almost immediately. I must be with him when he receives it, or soon
afterwards. I think — I hope — he will want me at once. This is Monday. May I
go on Thursday?"
Poor Garth looked blankly dismayed.
"Do nurses, as a rule, leave their patients, and rush off to their young men
in order to find out how they have liked their letters?" he inquired, in mock
protest.
"Not as a rule, sir," replied Nurse Rosemary, demurely. "But this is an
exceptional case."
"I shall wire to Brand."
"He will send you a more efficient and more dependable person."
"Oh you wicked little thing!" cried Garth. "If Miss Champion were here, she
would shake you! You, know perfectly well that nobody could fill your place!"
"It is good of you to say so, sir," replied Nurse Rosemary, meekly. "And is
Miss Champion much addicted to shaking people?"
"Don't call me 'sir'! Yes; when people are tiresome she often says she would
like to shake them; and one has a mental vision of how their teeth would
chatter. There is a certain little lady of our acquaintance whom we always call
'Mrs. Do-and-don't.' She isn't in our set; but she calls upon it; and sometimes
it asks her to lunch, for fun. If you inquire whether she likes a thing, she
says: 'Well, I do, and I don't.' If you ask whether she is going to a certain
function, she says: 'Well, I am, and I'm not.' And if you send her a note,
imploring a straight answer to a direct question, the answer comes back: 'Yes
AND no.' Miss Champion used to say she would like to take her up by the scruff
of her feather boa, and shake her, asking at intervals: 'Shall I stop?' so as to
wring from Mrs. Do- and-don't a definite affirmative, for once."
"Could Miss Champion carry out such a threat? Is she a very massive person?"
"Well, she could, you know; but she wouldn't. She is most awfully kind, even
to little freaks she laughs at. No, she isn't massive. That word does not
describe her at all. But she is large, and very finely developed. Do you know
the Venus of Milo? Yes; in the Louvre. I am glad you know Paris. Well, just
imagine the Venus of Milo in a tailor-made coat and skirt, — and you have Miss
Champion."
Nurse Rosemary laughed, hysterically. Either the Venus of Milo, or Miss
Champion, or this combination of both, proved too much for her.
"Little Dicky Brand summed up Mrs. Do-and-don't rather well," pursued Garth.
"She was calling at Wimpole Street, on Lady Brand's 'at home' day. And Dicky
stood talking to me, in his black velvets and white waistcoat, a miniature
edition of Sir Deryck. He indicated Mrs. Do-and-don't on a distant lounge, and
remarked: 'THAT lady never KNOWS; she always THINKS. I asked her if her little
girl might come to my party, and she said: "I think so." Now if she had asked ME
if I was coming to HER party, I should have said: "Thank you; I am." It is very
trying when people only THINK about important things, such as little girls and
parties; because their thinking never amounts to much. It does not so much
matter what they think about other things — the weather, for instance; because
that all happens, whether they think or not. Mummie asked that lady whether it
was raining when she got here; and she said: "I THINK not." I can't imagine why
Mummie always wants to know what her friends think about the weather. I have
heard her ask seven ladies this afternoon whether it is raining. Now if father
or I wanted to know whether it was raining we should just step over to the
window, and look out; and then come back and go do with really interesting
conversation. But Mummie asks them whether it is raining, or whether they think
it has been raining, or is going to rain; and when they have told her, she
hurries away and asks somebody else. I asked the thinking lady in the feather
thing, whether she knew who the father and mother were, of the young lady whom
Cain married; and she said: "Well, I do; and I don't." I said: "If you DO,
perhaps you will tell me. And if you DON'T, perhaps you would like to take my
hand, and we will walk over together and ask the Bishop — the one with the thin
legs, and the gold cross, talking to Mummie." But she thought she had to go,
quite in a hurry. So I saw her off; and then asked the Bishop alone. Bishops are
most satisfactory kind of people; because they are quite sure about everything;
and you feel safe in quoting them to Nurse. Nurse told Marsdon that this one is
in "sheep's clothing," because he wears a gold cross. I saw the cross; but I saw
no sheep's clothing. I was looking out for the kind of woolly thing our new
curate wears on his back in church. Should you call that "sheep's clothing"? I
asked father, and he said: "No. Bunny-skin." And mother seemed as shocked as if
father and I had spoken in church, instead of just as we came out. And she said:
"It is a B.A. hood." Possibly she thinks "baa" is spelled with only one "a."
Anyway father and I felt it best to let the subject drop.'"
Nurse Rosemary laughed. "How exactly like Dicky," she said. "I could hear his
grave little voice, and almost see him pull down his small waistcoat!"
"Why, do you know the little chap?" asked Garth.
"Yes," replied Nurse Rosemary; "I have stayed with them. Talking to Dicky is
an education; and Baby Blossom is a sweet romp. Here comes Simpson. How quickly
the evening has flown. Then may I be off on Thursday?"
"I am helpless," said Garth. "I cannot say 'no.' But suppose you do not come
back?"
"Then you can wire to Dr. Brand."
"I believe you want to leave me," said Garth reproachfully.
"I do, and I don't!" laughed Nurse Rosemary; and fled from his outstretched
hands.
* * * * * * *
When Jane had locked the letter-bag earlier that evening, and handed it to
Simpson, she had slipped in two letters of her own. One was addressed to
Georgina, Duchess of Meldrum
Portland Place
The other, to
Sir Deryck Brand
Wimpole Street
Both were marked: Urgent. If absent, forward immediately.