Delphi Collected Works of Elizabeth von Arnim (Illustrated)

by Elizabeth Von Arnim

  “Here’s something about Peter — and me,” Susie said suddenly. “At least, I suppose he means me. It is something Dobbs. Why does he call me that? It hasn’t been my name for fifteen years.”

  “Oh, it’s some silly German way. He says the geborene Dobbs, to distinguish you from other Lady Estcourts.”

  “But there are no others.”

  “Oh, well, his sister was one. Give me the letter, Susie — I can tell you what he says much more quickly than you can read it.”

  “‘Unter der Würde einer jünge Dame aus guter Familie,’” read out Susie slowly, not heeding Anna, and with the most excruciating pronunciation that was ever heard, “‘sich ewig auf den Federn, mit welchen die bürgerliche Gans geborene Dobbs Peters sonst mangelhaftes Nest ausgestattet hat, zu wälzen.’ What stuff he writes. I can hardly understand it. Yet I must have been good at it at school, to get the prize. What is that bit about me and Peter?”

  “Which bit?” said Anna, blushing scarlet. “Let me look.” She got the letter back into her possession. “Oh, that’s where he says that — that he doesn’t think it fair that I should be a burden for ever on you and Peter.”

  “Well, that’s sensible enough. The old man had some sense in him after all, absurd though he was, and vulgar. It isn’t fair, of course. I don’t mean to say anything disagreeable, or throw all I have done for you in your face, but really, Anna, few mothers would have made the sacrifices I have for you, and as for sisters-in-law — well, I’d just like to see another.”

  “Dear Susie,” said Anna tenderly, putting her arm round her, ready to acknowledge all, and more than all, the benefits she had received, “you have been only too kind and generous. I know that I owe you everything in the world, and just think how lovely it is for me to feel that now I can take my weight off your shoulders! You must come and live with me now, whenever you are sick of things, and I’ll feel so proud, having you in my house!”

  “Live with you?” exclaimed Susie, drawing herself away. “Where are you going to live?”

  “Why, there, I suppose.”

  “Live there! Is that a condition?”

  “No, but Uncle Joachim keeps on saying he hopes I will, and that I’ll settle down and look after the place.”

  “Look after the place yourself? How silly!”

  “Yes, you haven’t taught me much about farming, have you? He wants me to turn quite into a German.”

  “Good gracious!” cried Susie, genuinely horrified.

  “He seems to think that I ought to work, and not spend my life talking Klatsch.”

  “Talking what?”

  “It’s what German women apparently talk when they get together. We don’t. I’d never do anything with such an ugly name, and I’m positive you wouldn’t.”

  “Where is this place?”

  “Near Stralsund.”

  “And where on earth is that?”

  “Ah,” said Anna, investigating cobwebby corners of her memory, “that’s what I should like to be able to remember. Perhaps,” she added honestly, “I never knew. Let me call Letty, and ask her to bring her atlas.”

  “Letty won’t know,” said Susie impatiently, “she only knows the things she oughtn’t to.”

  “Oh, she isn’t as wise as all that,” said Anna, ringing the bell. “Anyhow she has maps, which is more than we have.”

  A servant was sent to request Miss Letty Estcourt to attend in the drawing-room with her atlas.

  “Whatever’s in the wind now?” inquired Letty, open-mouthed, of her governess. “They’re not going to examine me this time of night, are they, Leechy?” For she suffered greatly from having a brother who was always passing examinations and coming out top, and was consequently subjected herself, by an ambitious mother who was sure that she must be equally clever if she would only let herself go, to every examination that happened to be going for girls of her age; so that she and Miss Leech spent their days either on the defensive, preparing for these unprovoked assaults, or in the state of collapse which followed the regularly recurring defeat, and both found their lives a burden too great to be borne.

  There was a preliminary scuffle of washing and brushing, and then Letty marched into the drawing-room, her atlas under her arm and deep suspicion on her face. But no bland and treacherous examiner was visible, covering his preliminary movements with ghastly pleasantries; only her mother and her pretty aunt.

  “Where’s Stralsund?” they cried together, as she opened the door.

  Letty stopped short and stared. “What’s that?” she asked.

  “It’s a place — a place in Germany.”

  “Letty, do you mean to tell me that you don’t know where Stralsund is?” asked Susie, in a voice that would have been of thunder if it had been big enough. “Do you mean to say that after all the money I have spent on your education you don’t know that?”

  Was this a new form of torture? Was she to find the examining spirit lurking even in the familiar and hitherto harmless forms of her mother and her aunt? She openly showed her disgust. “If it’s a place, it’s in this atlas,” she said, “and if this is going to be an examination, I don’t think it’s fair; and if it’s a game, I don’t like it.” And she threw her atlas unceremoniously on to the nearest chair; for though her mother could force her to do many things, she could never, somehow, force her to be respectful.

  “What a horror the child has of lessons!” cried Susie. “Don’t be so silly. We only want to see if you know where Stralsund is, that’s all.”

  “Tell us where it is, Letty,” said Anna coaxingly, kneeling down in front of the chair and opening the atlas. “Let us find the map of Germany and look for it. Why, you did Germany for your last exam. — you must have it all at your fingers’ ends.”

  “It didn’t stay there, then,” said Letty moodily; but she went over to Anna, who was always kind to her, and began to turn over the well-thumbed pages.

  Oh, what recollections lurked in those dirty corners! Surely it is hard on a person of fourteen, who is as fond of enjoying herself as anybody else, to be made to wrestle with maps upstairs in a dreary room, when the sun is shining, and the voices of the children passing come up joyously to the prison windows, and all the world is out of doors! Letty thought so, and Miss Leech thought it hard on a person of thirty, and each tried to console the other, but neither knew how, for their case seemed very hopeless. Did not unending vistas of classes and lectures stretch away before and behind them, dotted at intervals, oh, so frequent! with the black spots of examinations? Was not the pavement of Gower Street, and Kensington Square, and of all those districts where girls can be lectured into wisdom, quite worn by their patient feet? And then the accomplishments! Oh, what a life it was! A man came twice a week and insisted on teaching her to fiddle; a highly nervous man, who jerked her elbow and rapped her knuckles with his bow whenever she played out of tune, which was all the time, and made bitter remarks of a killingly sarcastic nature to Miss Leech when she stumbled over the accompaniments. On Wednesdays there was a dancing class, where a pinched young lady played the piano with the energy of despair, and a hot and agile master with unduly turned-out toes taught the girls the Lancers, earning his bread in the sweat of his brow. He also was sarcastic, but he clothed his sarcasms in the garb of kindly fun, laughing gently at them himself, and expecting his pupils to laugh too; which they did uneasily, for the fun was of a personal nature, evoked by the clumsiness or stupidity of one or other of them, and none knew when her own turn might not come. The lesson ended with what he called the March of Grace round the room, each girl by herself, no music to drown the noise her shoes made on the bare boards, the others looking on, and the master making comments. This march was terrible to Letty. All her nightmares were connected with it. She was a podgy, dull-looking girl, fat and pale and awkward, and her mother made her wear cheap shoes that creaked. “Miss Estcourt has new shoes on again,” the dancing master would say, gently smiling, when Letty was well on her way round the room, cut off
from all human aid, conscious of every inch of her body, desperately trying to be graceful. And everybody tittered except the victim. “You know, Miss Estcourt,” he would say at every second lesson, “there is a saying that creaking shoes have not been paid for. I beg your pardon? Did you say they had been paid for? Miss Estcourt says she does not know.” And he would turn to his other pupils with a shrug and a gentle smile.

  On Saturday afternoons there were the Popular Concerts at St. James’s Hall to be gone to — Susie regarded them as educational, and subscribed — and Letty, who always had chilblains on her feet in winter, suffered tortures trying not to rub them; for as surely as she moved one foot and began to rub the other with it, however gently, fierce enthusiasts in the row in front would turn on her — old gentlemen of an otherwise humane appearance, rapt ladies with eyeglasses and loose clothes — and sh-sh her with furious hissings into immobility. “Oh, Letty, try and sit still,” Miss Leech, who dreaded publicity, would implore in a whisper; but who that has not had them can know the torture of chilblains inside thick boots, where they cannot be got at? As soon as the chilblains went, the Saturday concerts left off, and it seemed as though Fate had nothing better to do than to be spiteful.

  It was indeed a dreadful thing, thought Letty, as she bent over the map of Germany, to be young and to have to be made clever at all costs. Here was her aunt even, her pretty, kind aunt, asking her geography questions at seven o’clock at night, when she thought that she had really done with lessons for one more day, and had been so much enjoying Leechy’s description of the only man she ever loved, while she comfortably toasted cheese at the schoolroom fire. Anna, who spent such lofty hours of spiritual exaltation at St. Paul’s, and came away with her soul melted into pity for the unhappy, and yearned with her whole being to help them, never thought of Letty as a creature who might perhaps be helped to cheerfulness with a little trouble. Letty was too close at hand; and enthusiastic philanthropists, casting about for objects of charity, seldom see what is at their feet.

  It was so difficult to find Stralsund that by the time Letty’s wandering finger had paused upon it Susie could only give one glance of horror at its position, and hurry away with Anna to dress. Anna, too, would have preferred it to be farther south, in the Black Forest, or some other romantic region, where it would have amused her to go occasionally, at least, for a few weeks in the summer. But there it was, as far north as it could be, in a part of the world she had hardly heard of, except in connection with dogs.

  It did not, however, matter where it was. Uncle Joachim had merely recommended and not enjoined. It would be rather extraordinary for her to go there and set up housekeeping alone. She need not go; she was almost sure she would not go. Anyhow there was no necessity to decide at once. The money was what she wanted, and she could spend it where she chose. Let Uncle Joachim’s inspector, of whom he wrote in such praise, go on getting forty thousand marks a year out of the place, and she would be perfectly content.

  She ran upstairs to put on her prettiest dress, and to have her hair done in the curls and waves she had so long eschewed. Should she not make herself as charming as possible for this charming world, where everybody was so good and kind, and add her measure of beauty and kindness to the rest? She beamed on Letty as she passed her on the stairs, climbing slowly up with her big atlas, and took it from her and would carry it herself; she beamed on Miss Leech, who was watching for her pupil at the schoolroom door; she beamed on her maid, she beamed on her own reflection in the glass, which indeed at that moment was that of a very beautiful young woman. Oh happy, happy world! What should she do with so much money? She, who had never had a penny in her life, thought it an enormous, an inexhaustible sum. One thing was certain — it was all to be spent in doing good; she would help as many people with it as she possibly could, and never, never, never let them feel that they were under obligations. Did she not know, after fifteen years of dependence on Susie, what it was like to be under obligations? And what was more cruelly sad and crushing and deadening than dependence? She did not yet know what sort of people she would help, or in what way she would help, but oh, she was going to make heaps of people happy forever! While Hilton was curling her hair, she thought of slums; but remembered that they would bring her into contact with the clergy, and most of her offers of late had been from the clergy. Even the vicar who had prepared her for confirmation, his first wife being then alive, and a second having since been mourned, had wanted to marry her. “It’s because I am twenty-five and staid that they think me suitable,” she thought; but she could not help smiling at the face in the glass.

  When she was dressed and ready to go down she was forced to ask herself whether the person that she saw in the glass looked in the least like a person who would ever lead the simple, frugal, hard-working life that Uncle Joachim had called the better life, and in which he seemed to think she would alone find contentment. Certainly she knew him to be very wise. Well, nothing need be decided yet. Perhaps she would go — perhaps she would not. “It’s this white dress that makes me look so — so unsuitable,” she said to herself, “and Hilton’s wonderful waves.”

  And she went downstairs trying not to sing, the sweetest of feminine creatures, happiness and love and kindness shining in her eyes, a lovely thing saved from the blight of empty years, and brought back to beauty, by Uncle Joachim’s timely interference.

  Letty and Miss Leech heard the singing, and stopped involuntarily in their conversation. It was a strange sound in that dull and joyless house.

  “I don’t know what’s the matter, Leechy,” Letty had said, on her return from the drawing-room, “but mamma and Aunt Anna are too weird to-night for anything. What do you think they had me down for? They didn’t know where Stralsund was, and wanted to find out. They pretended they wanted to see if I knew, but I soon saw through that game. And Aunt Anna looks frightfully happy. I believe she’s going to be married, and wants to go to Stralsund for the honeymoon.”

  And Letty took up her toasting fork, while Miss Leech, as in duty bound, refreshed her pupil’s memory in regard to Stralsund and Wallenstein and the Hansa cities generally.

  CHAPTER IV

  Peter, meditating on the banks of the river at Estcourt, came to the conclusion that a journey to London would be made unnecessary by the equal efficacy of a congratulatory letter.

  He had been greatly moved by the news of his sister’s good fortune, and in the first flush of pleasure and sympathy had ordered his things to be packed in readiness for his departure by the night train. Then he had gone down to the river, and there, thinking the matter over quietly, amid the soothing influences of grey sky, grey water, and green grass, he gradually perceived that a letter would convey all that he felt quite well, perhaps better than any verbal expressions of joy, and as he would in any case only stay a few hours in town the long journey seemed hardly worth while. He sent a letter, therefore, that very evening — a kind, brotherly letter, in which, after heartily congratulating his dear little sister, he said that it would be necessary for her to go over to Germany, see the lawyer, and take possession of her property. When she had done that, and made all arrangements as to the future payment of the income derived from the estate, she would of course come back to them; for Estcourt was always to be her home, and now that she was independent she would no longer be obliged to be wherever Susie was, but would, he hoped, come to him, and they could go fishing together,— “and there’s nothing to beat fishing,” concluded Peter, “if you want peace.”

  But Anna did not want peace; at least, not that kind of peace just at that moment. Sitting in a punt was not what she wanted. She was thrilled by the love of her less fortunate fellow-creatures, and the sense of power to help them, and the longing to go and do it. What she really wanted of Peter was that he should take her to Germany and help her through the formalities; for before his letter arrived she too had seen that that was the first thing to be done.

  Of this, however, he did not write a word. She though
t he must have forgotten, so natural did it appear to her that her brother should go with her; and she wrote him a little note, asking when he would be able to get away. She received a long letter in reply, full of regrets, excuses, and good reasons, which she read wonderingly. Had she been selfish, or was Peter selfish? She thought it all out carefully, and found that it was she who had been selfish to expect Peter, always a hater of business and a lover of quiet, to go all that way and worry himself with tiresome money arrangements. Besides, perhaps he was not feeling well. She knew he suffered from rheumatism; and when you have rheumatism the mere thought of a long journey is appalling.

  Susie, whose head was very clear on all matters concerning money, had also recognised the necessity of Anna’s going to Germany, and had also regarded Peter as the most natural companion and guide; but she was not surprised when Anna told her that he could not go. “It was too much to expect,” apologised Anna. “He often has rheumatism in the spring, and perhaps he has it now.”

  Susie sniffed.

  “The question is,” said Anna after a pause, “what am I to do, helpless virgin, in spite of my years, — never able to do a thing for myself?”

  “I’ll go with you.”

  “You? But what about your engagements?”

  “Oh, I’ll throw them over, and take you. Letty can come too. It will do her German good. Herr Schumpf says he’s ashamed of her.”

  Susie had various reasons for offering herself so amiably, one being certainly curiosity. But the chief one was that the same woman who had been so rude to her the day Anna’s news came, had sent out invitations to all the world to her daughter’s wedding after Easter, and had not sent one to Susie.

  This was one of those trials that cannot be faced. If she, being in London at the time, carefully explained to her friends that she was ill that day, and did actually stay in bed and dose herself the days preceding and following, who would believe her? Not if she waved a doctor’s certificate in their faces would they believe her. They would know that she had not been invited, and would rejoice. She felt that she could not bear it. An unavoidable business journey to the Continent was exactly what she wanted to help her out of this desperate situation. On her return she would be able to hear the wedding discussed and express her disappointment at having missed it with a serene brow and a quiet mind.