Chapter 54
"Oh--I wonder if there is any chance for poor old Osmond to get his money now?"
"Don't know, I am sure; I would try, if I were he. Did you have a letter from Mr. Fowler this morning?"
"Yes," answered Wyn, pulling it out of her pocket. "Very nice, as usual.
Elsa is still abroad, with her aunts, but he is back at Lower House. It is very strange that Elsa doesn't write--I haven't heard from her for six weeks."
"It is making poor old Osmond very anxious--he looks quite haggard,"
said Jacqueline, resentfully. "I believe she is in love with this man the yacht belongs to."
"Oh, don't say such a thing, Jac!" cried Wyn, in a quick voice of pain, "it will simply drive Osmond out of his mind if any such thing happens.
Poor boy! Just see what he has been doing--how superbly he has been painting since he had this hope, and how his things are selling! How the papers reviewed his 'Valley of Avilion' in the Inst.i.tute. Why, Mr. Mills said there was scarcely a doubt of his being R.I. next year. If Elsa fails him, I don't believe he will ever paint another stroke."
Jacqueline stared at the fire.
"You see," she said, "the circ.u.mstances under which she met this man were so very romantic--so remarkably unusual. And, then, he seems to be a wealthy, dazzling sort of person--with a yacht and a German _Schloss_, and other fancy fixings of the same kind. I don't see, if you come to consider it fairly, how poor Osmond can have a chance against a man who can follow her to the world's end."
"Surely she's too young to be mercenary--girls of her age usually prefer the poor one!" cried Wyn, protestingly.
"Mercenary? Oh, it's not exactly mercenary; but she is dazzled. Here is a mysterious hero, who flashes suddenly upon her with a large staff of retainers to do his behests, and a magic yacht which glides in and out regardless of wind and tide, and a face like a Viking of the Middle Ages, if that picture of him in the _Graphic_ is to be relied upon. He is a sort of Ragnar Lodbrog. If she declined his addresses, he would most probably set sail alone in his yacht, set fire to it, and be found by some Channel steamer in the act of burning himself to death, and shouting a battle-cry while the leaping flames encircled him. Now, poor Osmond can't compete with this sort of thing; he has no accessories of any kind to help him along."
"Jac, you are very ridiculous," said Wyn, unable to help laughing a little; but her laugh was not very hearty.
"We shall soon see when she comes to London," said Jacqueline, flouris.h.i.+ng the poker.
"If she comes to see us! I don't see why she should. Lady Mabel Wynch-Frere and her brother have dropped us completely," said Wyn, with some bitterness. "The Valley of Avilion was one thing, London is another."
"I'm sure we don't want them," said Jacqueline, indifferently. "From your account, Lady Mabel was not the kind of person I should take to at all."
"She was excessively artificial, but not altogether uninteresting,"
observed Wyn, in her trenchant way. "They were both very kind to Osmond, but that was their humanity, you know--they would have
'"She is too kind to be cruel, and too haughty not to pardon, Such a man as I--'twere something to be level to her hate!"'
Jacqueline began to laugh.
"She is like Aunt Anna," she said.
Aunt Anna was the wife of a dean, and she never dared to invite any of her London-weary nieces to stay with her, lest they should unwittingly reveal to any of her t.i.tled friends the ghastly fact that they had to work for their living. Of this secret the said nieces were perfectly aware, and derived much amus.e.m.e.nt therefrom.
"Oh, I daresay she has never thought of us from that day to this," said Wyn, carelessly. "There's Hilda knocking. Let her in."
Hilda walked in like a d.u.c.h.ess. Nature certainly had not intended the Miss Allonbys for daily governesses, and many a time had poor Hilda been doomed to hear the condemning words, "I am afraid, Miss Allonby, you are of too striking an appearance," from some anxious mother, who felt that life would be a burden when weighted with a governess so dignified that to suggest that she should take Kitty to the dentist's, or Jack to have his boots tried on, would seem a flagrant insult.
"If they only knew how meek and mild I am really!" the poor child would remark, dolorously. "If I could but make myself three inches shorter, or pad myself out round the waist till I was no shape at all! But it would be so dreadfully hot. And I really _can't_ wear unbecoming hats--something in me revolts against the idea!"
To-night she had a letter in hand, which she dropped into Wyn's lap.
"I met the postman," she said, explanatorily. "Open it, do--it feels stiff, I believe it's an invitation."
Wyn opened it, drew out a square card with gilt edges, and read.
MISS ALLONBY, MISS H. ALLONBY, MISS J. ALLONBY, MR. ALLONBY.
MRS. MILES AT HOME.
Tuesday, Jan. 5th.
Dancing 8.30, _R. S. V. P._
INNISFALLE, THE AVENUE.
"A ball at the Miles'! Oh, Wyn, how splendid!" cried Jacqueline in ecstasies.
"Every creature we know will be there," said Hilda.
"Oh, Hilda, how glad I am we had those dresses made," said Jacqueline, jumping up and careering round the table in the excess of her spirits.
"How nice of them to ask us all three by name," said Hilda, gloating over the card. "They know we never go out more than two at a time unless specially invited."
"It's a good long invitation," said Wyn.
"Wyn!" cried Jac, suddenly stopping before her and shaking her fist in her face, "Wynifred Allonby, what have you got to wear?"
"Nothing," said Wyn, helplessly. "I don't think I shall go--you two are the ones that do us credit. You can go in your pretty new gowns."
"I hope you understand," said Hilda, with decision, "that not one of us sets foot in that glorious studio, with a parquet floor, and most probably Willoughby's band, unless you are forthcoming _in an entirely new rig-out_! Do you hear me? If I have to drag you to Oxford Street myself, you must and shall be decent! You have disgraced your family long enough in that old black rag, or in something made of tenpenny muslin! A new dress you shall have--silk it must be--thick, good silk, thick enough to stand by itself! Now, do, there's a darling!"
"I don't think----" began Wyn.
"Oh, yes, I know what you are doing," said Hilda, calmly, "paying for the housekeeping out of your own money, so that Osmond may save up; but I am going to put a stop to that; and you have heaps of money in the savings bank. Don't be miserly, it is so hateful."
Wyn looked somewhat confused by these terrible charges.
"Well," admitted she, hesitatingly, "I don't mind telling you two, that I had a cheque this morning from Carter" (her publisher). "It was not a very big one--only the royalty on about fifty copies of 'Cicely Montfort.' But I could buy a really good gown with it. Do you think I might?"
"Might? I say you ought; it's your duty," cried Jac, vehemently.
"Everyone at Innisfallen will know you--every soul knows you are an auth.o.r.ess. You ought to do us credit--you shall. I'll have no nonsense about it."
"I don't see why I shouldn't," burst out Wyn, suddenly. "I will be welldressed for once in my life. I will enjoy myself as much as ever I can. Girls, my mind is made up. I will have a really good gown, as good as can be got; and it shall fit me well, and the skirt shall hang properly. For this once I'll have my fling; I'll go to Innisfallen and eclipse you both."
Here Sally walked in to fetch out the tea-things, and swooped on Hilda's boots as she had done on Jacqueline's. After which, retiring to cook the sausages, she set open the door at the head of the kitchen stairs, that she might hear Osmond's latch-key, and, descending on him like the wolf on the fold, rob him of his understandings if ever he came to the shelter of his studio.
CHAPTER x.x.xV.
Juxtaposition, in fine; and what is juxtaposition?
Look you, we travel along, in the railway-carriage or steamer, And _pour pa.s.ser le temps_, till the tedious journey be ended, Lay aside paper or book to talk with the girl that is next one; And, _pour pa.s.ser le temps_, with the terminus all but in prospect, Talk of eternal ties and marriages made in heaven.