The Outcry
Book II
Chapter V
Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their
companion's enthusiasm. "That may be true of Mr. Bender—for it's
dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror."
"Well," said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the
question, "I dare say a terror will help me." He had other business to
which he at once gave himself. "And now, if you please, for that girl."
"I'll send her to you," she replied, "if you can't stay to luncheon."
"I've three or four things to do," he pleaded, "and I lunch with Kitty
at one."
She submitted in that case—but disappointedly. "With Berkeley
Square then you've time. But I confess I don't quite grasp the so odd
inspiration that you've set those men to carry out."
He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. "Then it
needn't trouble you, dear—it's enough that I myself go straight."
"Are you so very convinced it's straight?"—she wouldn't be a bore to
him, but she couldn't not be a blessing.
"What in the world else is it," he asked, "when, having good reasons,
one acts on 'em?"
"You must have an immense array," she sighed, "to fly so in the face of
Opinion!"
"'Opinion'?" he commented—"I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing,
as I'm taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my
umbrella and send it about its business." To which he added with more
reproach: "It's enough to have been dished by Grace—without your
falling away!"
Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. "It's only my great
affection—and all that these years have been for us: they it is that
make me wish you weren't so proud."
"I've a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us—a
very charming matter. But 'proud' is it you find me of the daughter who
does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?"
Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point
of this. "Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair—but are you sure
you can really bear to see Grace?"
"I seem expected indeed to bear much," he said with more and more of his
parental bitterness, "but I don't know that I'm yet in a funk before
my child. Doesn't she want to see me, with any contrition, after the
trick she has played me?" And then as his companion's answer failed: "In
spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no
sign of her explaining—?"
His hostess raised her head. "She does want to see you, I know; but you
must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough—when it was you
who declined to see her."
"Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?"—he
was entirely reminiscent. "What I recall is that even if I had
condoned—that evening—her deception of me in my folly, I still
loathed, for my friend's sake, her practical joke on poor John."
Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. "It was your very
complaint that your own appeal to her became an appeal from herself."
"Yes," he returned, so well he remembered, "she was about as civil to
me then—picking a quarrel with me on such a trumped-up ground!—as that
devil of a fellow in the newspaper; the taste of whose elegant remarks,
for that matter, she must now altogether enjoy!"
His good friend showily balanced and might have been about to reply with
weight; but what she in fact brought out was only: "I see you're right
about it: I must let her speak for herself."
"That I shall greatly prefer to her speaking—as she did so
extraordinarily, out of the blue, at Dedborough, upon my honour—for the
wonderful friends she picks up: the picture-man introduced by her (what
was his name?) who regularly 'cheeked' me, as I suppose he'd call it,
in my own house, and whom I hope, by the way, that under this roof she's
not able to be quite so thick with!"
If Lady Sandgate winced at that vain dream she managed not to betray
it, and she had, in any embarrassment on this matter, the support, as we
know, of her own tried policy. "She leads her life under this roof
very much as under yours; and she's not of an age, remember, for me
to pretend either to watch her movements or to control her contacts."
Leaving him however thus to perform his pleasure the charming woman had
before she went an abrupt change of tone. "Whatever your relations with
others, dear friend, don't forget that I'm still here."
Lord Theign accepted the reminder, though, the circumstances being such,
it scarce moved him to ecstasy. "That you're here, thank heaven, is of
course a comfort—or would be if you understood."
"Ah," she submissively sighed, "if I don't always 'understand' a spirit
so much higher than mine and a situation so much more complicated,
certainly, I at least always defer, I at least always—well, what can I
say but worship?" And then as he remained not other than finely passive,
"The old altar, Theign," she went on—"and a spark of the old fire!"
He had not looked at her on this—it was as if he shrank, with his
preoccupations, from a tender passage; but he let her take his left
hand. "So I feel!" he was, however, kind enough to answer.
"Do feel!" she returned with much concentration. She raised the hand
to her pressed lips, dropped it and with a rich "Good-bye!" reached the
threshold of the other room.
"May I smoke?" he asked before she had disappeared.
"Dear, yes!"
He had meanwhile taken out his cigarette case and was looking about
for a match. But something else occurred to him. "You must come to
Victoria."
"Rather!" she said with intensity; and with that she passed away.