'Fancy!' said Edith.
'Somehow I never should have thought it,' said Edith thoughtfully.
'Never should have thought what? You have a way of assuming I know the end of your story before I've heard the beginning. It's an annoying method,' said Bruce.
'I shouldn't have been so surprised if they had been anywhere else. But just there,' continued Edith.
'Perhaps I'd better not tell you,' Edith said.
They had just finished dinner, and she got up as if to ring the bell for coffee.
He stopped her.
'No! Don't ring; I don't wish Bennett to be present at a painful scene.'
Edith looked at him. 'I didn't know there was going to be a painful scene. What's the matter?'
'Naturally, I'm distressed and hurt at your conduct.'
She saw he looked really distressed.
'Naturally,' he continued, 'I'm hurt at your keeping things from me.
Your own husband! I may have my faults—'
'But I've not deserved this from you.'
'Oh dear, Bruce, I was only thinking. I'm sorry if I was irritating. I will tell you.'
'When Nurse and Archie were out in the Gardens this morning, who do you think they met?'
'This is not a game. I'm not going to guess. You seem to take me for a child.'
'Well, you won't tell anybody, will you?'
'That depends. I'm not going to make any promises beforehand. I shall act on my own judgement.'
'Oh, you might promise. Well, I'll trust you.'
'They met Hyacinth, walking with Cecil Reeve alone in a quiet part of the Gardens. They weren't walking.'
'Then why did you say they were?' asked Bruce severely.
'It's the same thing. They were sitting down.'
'How can it be the same thing?'
'Oh, don't worry, Bruce! They were sitting down under a tree and Nurse saw them holding hands.'
'Holding hands,' continued Edith; 'and I can't help thinking they must be engaged. Isn't it extraordinary Hyacinth hasn't told me? What do you think?'
Bruce got up from the table, lighted a cigarette, and walked round the little room.
'I don't know. I must consider. I must think it over.' He paused a minute. 'I am pained. Pained and surprised. A girl like Hyacinth, a friend of yours, behaving like a housemaid out with a soldier in the open street!'
'It wasn't the street, Bruce.'
'Quite a quiet part of the Gardens.'
'That makes their conduct worse. I scarcely think, after what you have told me, that I can allow you to go out with Hyacinth tomorrow.'
'How can you be so absurd? I must go; I want to hear about it.'
'Have I ever made any objection till now at your great intimacy with
Hyacinth Verney? Of course not. Because I was deceived in her.'
'Don't repeat my words, Edith. I won't have it! Certainly I was deceived. I thought she was a fitting companion for you—I thought so.'
'Oh, Bruce, really! Where's the harm? Perhaps they're engaged; and if they are I think it is charming. Cecil is such a nice, amusing, good-looking boy, and—'
'I formed my opinion of Reeve some time ago.'
'Once is more than enough for me to form a judgement of anyone. He is absolutely unworthy of her. But her conduct I regard as infinitely worse. I always imagined she was respectably brought up—a lady!'
'Good gracious! Anyone can see that! She's the most charming girl in the world.'
'Outwardly, no doubt, she seems all right. But now you see what she is.'
He paused to relight his cigarette, which had gone out, and continued: 'Such behaviour would be dreadful enough in private, but in public! Do you think of the example?'
'The example to Archie, do you mean?'
'Don't laugh, Edith. This is no matter for laughing. Certainly to
Archie—to anyone. Now I've only one thing to say.'
'That I never wish to hear Hyacinth Verney's name mentioned again. You are never to speak of her to me. Do you hear?'
'Yes, Bruce.'
'It is such a disillusion. I'm so shocked, so horrified, finding her a snake in the grass.'
'Oh, I'm sure she didn't look a bit like a snake, Bruce. She wore that lovely grey dress and a hat with roses.'
'How do you know? Did Archie tell you? No; you lowered yourself to question Nurse. A nice opinion Nurse must have of your friends now! No; that's over. I won't blame you, dear, but I must never hear anything more about Hyacinth.'
Edith sat down and took up a book.
'Why is there no coffee?' asked Bruce rather loudly.
'Oh, you said I wasn't to ring.'
While the parlourmaid was bringing in the coffee, Bruce said in a high, condescending voice—
'Have you seen that interesting article in the evening paper, dear, about the Solicitor-General?'
'Which do you mean? "Silk and Stuff"?'
'Yes. Read it—read it and improve your mind. Far better for a woman to occupy her mind with general subjects, and make herself intellectually a companion for her husband—are you listening?—than to be always gossiping and thinking about people and their paltry private affairs. Do you hear?'
'Yes, dear.'
He took his coffee and then said—
'In what direction did you say they were going?'
'Oh, I thought you didn't want me to speak of her again. They were going in the opposite direction.'
'Opposite to what? Now that's the curious difference between a woman's intellect and a man's. You can't be logical! What do you mean by "opposite"?'.
'Why, Bruce, I mean just opposite. The other way.'
'Do you mean they walked off separately?'
'Oh, no! They were going away together, and looking so happy. But really, Bruce, I'm sorry I bothered you, telling you about it. I had no idea you would feel it so much.'
'What do you mean? Feel it? Of course, I'm terribly distressed to find that a wife of mine is intimate with such people—where are you going?'
'I was going to write to Hyacinth and tell her I can't go out with her tomorrow.'
'Why can't you go out with her?'
'You said I was never to see her again.'
'Yes; but don't be in a hurry. Never be impulsive.' He waited a minute; she stood by the door. 'On the whole, since you wish it so much, I will permit you to go out with her this once—for the last time, of course—so that you can find out if she really is engaged to be married to that young ass. What a mercenary scoundrel he must be!'
'I don't think that. Anyone would admire her, and he is very well off himself.'
'Well off! Do you consider that to his credit. So should I be well off if I had relations that died and left me a lot of money. Don't defend him, Edith; his conduct is simply disgraceful. What right has he to expect to marry a beautiful girl in Hyacinth's position? Good gracious, does he want everything?'
'That's not particularly clever of him. So would any man. What I object to so much about that empty-headed cad, is that he's never satisfied. He wants the earth, it seems to me!'
'Really, Bruce, one would think you were quite—'
'What?'
'Well, quite jealous of him, to hear you talk. If one didn't know that—of course you can't be,' she added quickly.
'This incident is now closed,' said Bruce. 'We will never discuss the subject again.'
She then went into the little drawing-room and looked longingly at the telephone. She feared there would be no chance of communicating with her friend that evening.
Five minutes later Bruce came in and said—
'And what can old Cannon be about to allow his ward to be tearing about all over London with a man of Reeve's antecedents?'
'What's the matter with his antecedents? I didn't know he had any.'
'Don't interrupt. And Miss Yeo? Where was Miss Yeo, I should like to know?'
'A nice way she does her duty as chaperone!'
'Dear, Hyacinth's twenty-three, not a child. Miss Yeo's her companion; but she can't insist, even if she wants to, on following Hyacinth about if she doesn't wish it.'
'She should wish it. Seriously, do you think Sir Charles knows of these goings-on—I mean of this conduct?'
'I shouldn't think he knew the details.'
'Then isn't it my duty as a married man and father of a family—'
Edith concealed a smile by moving the screen.
'To communicate with him on the subject?'
Edith had a moment's terror. It struck her that if she opposed him, Bruce was capable of doing it. He often wrote letters beginning, 'Sir, I feel it my duty,' to people on subjects that were no earthly concern of his. If he really did anything of this sort, Hyacinth would never forgive her.
After a second's concentration of mind, she said mildly—
'Perhaps you had better, if you really feel it your duty. Of course, I'd rather you didn't, personally. But if that's how you feel about it—'
'Indeed! Well, I shall not do anything of the sort. Is it my business to open her guardian's eyes? Why should I? No; I won't interfere in the matter at all. Let them go their own way. Do you hear, Edith? Let them do just whatever they like.'
'Mind you, they'll be wretched,' he added rather vindictively. 'If I only saw a chance of happiness for them I shouldn't mind so much.'
'Why do you think they will be miserable if they are married?'
'Of course they will. People who behave in that unprincipled way before—'
'Why, we used to sit in the garden,' said Edith timidly.
'Oh, yes, of course; after your father had given his consent.'
Bruce smiled rather fatuously. 'Don't compare the two cases. I was a man of the world…. I was very firm, wasn't I Edith? Somehow at first your father didn't seem to like me, but I reasoned with him. I always reason calmly with people. And then he came round. Do you remember how pleased you were that day?' He patted Edith's hair.
'Perhaps I am a little bit too severe,' he acknowledged. 'But you don't quite understand how it jars on me to think of any friend of yours behaving in a manner that's—are you sure they're engaged?'
'No; I don't know anything about it.'
'Well, of course, if they don't marry after what Archie has seen, it will be a public scandal, that's all I can say. On the other hand, of course, it would be far better not.'
'What do you propose?' said Edith.
'I don't quite know; I'll think it over. Look here, Edith, if you don't mind, I think I'll go for a little stroll. The flat seems so hot and airless tonight'
Edith glanced at the telephone.
He went into the hall and put on his coat. 'I must go, dear. I feel the need of air. I shan't be long.'
'You will only go for a little walk, won't you?'
'I might go to the club for half an hour. I shall see. Good night, dear.'
He came back to say, in a rather mysterious voice—
'What were Nurse's exact words?'
'Oh, she said, "Miss Verney seemed to be carrying on anyhow with a young gentleman in Kensington Gardens," and then she said it was Mr Reeve, that's all.'