The Complete Works of Henry James

by Henry James

  Gordon Wright looked for a moment at his companion.

  “You will stay here, then? I am so glad of that.”

  “I was taking it for granted; but on reflection—what do you recommend?”

  “I recommend you to stay.”

  “My dear fellow, your word is law,” said Bernard.

  “I want you to take care of those ladies,” his friend went on. “I don’t like to leave them alone.”

  “You are joking!” cried Bernard. “When did you ever hear of my ‘taking care’ of any one? It ‘s as much as I can do to take care of myself.”

  “This is very easy,” said Gordon. “I simply want to feel that they have a man about them.”

  “They will have a man at any rate—they have the devoted Lovelock.”

  “That ‘s just why I want them to have another. He has only an eye to Miss Evers, who, by the way, is extremely bored with him. You look after the others. You have made yourself very agreeable to them, and they like you extremely.”

  “Ah,” said Bernard, laughing, “if you are going to be coarse and flattering, I collapse. If you are going to titillate my vanity, I succumb.”

  “It won’t be so disagreeable,” Gordon observed, with an intention vaguely humorous.

  “Oh no, it won’t be disagreeable. I will go to Mrs. Vivian every morning, hat in hand, for my orders.”

  Gordon Wright, with his hands in his pockets and a meditative expression, took several turns about the room.

  “It will be a capital chance,” he said, at last, stopping in front of his companion.

  “A chance for what?”

  “A chance to arrive at a conclusion about my young friend.”

  Bernard gave a gentle groan.

  “Are you coming back to that? Did n’t I arrive at a conclusion long ago? Did n’t I tell you she was a delightful girl?”

  “Do you call that a conclusion? The first comer could tell me that at the end of an hour.”

  “Do you want me to invent something different?” Bernard asked. “I can’t invent anything better.”

  “I don’t want you to invent anything. I only want you to observe her— to study her in complete independence. You will have her to yourself— my absence will leave you at liberty. Hang it, sir,” Gordon declared, “I should think you would like it!”

  “Damn it, sir, you ‘re delicious!” Bernard answered; and he broke into an irrepressible laugh. “I don’t suppose it ‘s for my pleasure that you suggest the arrangement.”

  Gordon took a turn about the room again.

  “No, it ‘s for mine. At least, it ‘s for my benefit.”

  “For your benefit?”

  “I have got all sorts of ideas—I told you the other day. They are all mixed up together and I want a fresh impression.”

  “My impressions are never fresh,” Bernard replied.

  “They would be if you had a little good-will—if you entered a little into my dilemma.” The note of reproach was so distinct in these words that Bernard stood staring. “You never take anything seriously,” his companion went on.

  Bernard tried to answer as seriously as possible.

  “Your dilemma seems to me of all dilemmas the strangest.”

  “That may be; but different people take things differently. Don’t you see,” Gordon went on with a sudden outbreak of passion—”don’t you see that I am horribly divided in mind? I care immensely for Angela Vivian—and yet—and yet—I am afraid of her.”

  “Afraid of her?”

  “I am afraid she ‘s cleverer than I—that she would be a difficult wife; that she might do strange things.”

  “What sort of things?”

  “Well, that she might flirt, for instance.”

  “That ‘s not a thing for a man to fear.”

  “Not when he supposes his wife to be fond of him—no. But I don’t suppose that—I have given that up. If I should induce Angela Vivian to accept me she would do it on grounds purely reasonable. She would think it best, simply. That would give her a chance to repent.”

  Bernard sat for some time looking at his friend.

  “You say she is cleverer than you. It ‘s impossible to be cleverer than you.”

  “Oh, come, Longueville!” said Gordon, angrily.

  “I am speaking very seriously. You have done a remarkably clever thing. You have impressed me with the reality, and with—what shall I term it?— the estimable character of what you call your dilemma. Now this fresh impression of mine—what do you propose to do with it when you get it?”

  “Such things are always useful. It will be a good thing to have.”

  “I am much obliged to you; but do you propose to let anything depend upon it? Do you propose to take or to leave Miss Vivian—that is, to return to the charge or to give up trying—in consequence of my fresh impression?”

  Gordon seemed perfectly unembarrassed by this question, in spite of the ironical light which it projected upon his sentimental perplexity.

  “I propose to do what I choose!” he said.

  “That ‘s a relief to me,” Bernard rejoined. “This idea of yours is, after all, only the play of the scientific mind.”

  “I shall contradict you flat if I choose,” Gordon went on.

  “Ah, it ‘s well to warn me of that,” said Bernard, laughing. “Even the most sincere judgment in the world likes to be notified a little of the danger of being contradicted.”

  “Is yours the most sincere judgment in the world?” Gordon demanded.

  “That ‘s a very pertinent question. Does n’t it occur to you that you may have reason to be jealous—leaving me alone, with an open field, with the woman of your choice?”

  “I wish to heaven I could be jealous!” Gordon exclaimed. “That would simplify the thing—that would give me a lift.”

  And the next day, after some more talk, it seemed really with a hope of this contingency—though, indeed, he laughed about it— that he started for England.

  CHAPTER XI

  For the three or four days that followed Gordon Wright’s departure, Bernard saw nothing of the ladies who had been committed to his charge. They chose to remain in seclusion, and he was at liberty to interpret this fact as an expression of regret at the loss of Gordon’s good offices. He knew other people at Baden, and he went to see them and endeavored, by cultivating their society, to await in patience the re-appearance of Mrs. Vivian and her companions. But on the fourth day he became conscious that other people were much less interesting than the trio of American ladies who had lodgings above the confectioner’s, and he made bold to go and knock at their door. He had been asked to take care of them, and this function presupposed contact. He had met Captain Lovelock the day before, wandering about with a rather crest-fallen aspect, and the young Englishman had questioned him eagerly as to the whereabouts of Mrs. Vivian.

  “Gad, I believe they ‘ve left the place—left the place without giving a fellow warning!” cried Lovelock.

  “Oh no, I think they are here still,” said Bernard. “My friend Wright has gone away for a week or two, but I suspect the ladies are simply staying at home.”

  “Gad, I was afraid your friend Wright had taken them away with him; he seems to keep them all in his pocket. I was afraid he had given them marching orders; they ‘d have been sure to go—they ‘re so awfully fond of his pocket! I went to look them up yesterday—upon my word I did. They live at a baker’s in a little back-street; people do live in rum places when they come abroad! But I assure you, when I got there, I ‘m damned if I could make out whether they were there or not. I don’t speak a word of German, and there was no one there but the baker’s wife. She was a low brute of a woman—she could n’t understand a word I said, though she gave me plenty of her own tongue. I had to give it up. They were not at home, but whether they had left Baden or not—that was beyond my finding out. If they are here, why the deuce don’t they show? Fancy coming to Baden-Baden to sit moping at a pastry-cook’s!”

  Capt
ain Lovelock was evidently irritated, and it was Bernard’s impression that the turn of luck over yonder where the gold-pieces were chinking had something to do with the state of his temper. But more fortunate himself, he ascertained from the baker’s wife that though Mrs. Vivian and her daughter had gone out, their companion, “the youngest lady—the little young lady”— was above in the sitting-room.

  Blanche Evers was sitting at the window with a book, but she relinquished the volume with an alacrity that showed it had not been absorbing, and began to chatter with her customary frankness.

  “Well, I must say I am glad to see some one!” cried the young girl, passing before the mirror and giving a touch to her charming tresses.

  “Even if it ‘s only me,” Bernard exclaimed, laughing.

  “I did n’t mean that. I am sure I am very glad to see you— I should think you would have found out that by this time. I mean I ‘m glad to see any one—especially a man. I suppose it ‘s improper for me to say that—especially to you! There—you see I do think more of you than of some gentlemen. Why especially to you? Well, because you always seem to me to want to take advantage. I did n’t say a base advantage; I did n’t accuse you of anything dreadful. I ‘m sure I want to take advantage, too—I take it whenever I can. You see I take advantage of your being here—I ‘ve got so many things to say. I have n’t spoken a word in three days, and I ‘m sure it is a pleasant change—a gentleman’s visit. All of a sudden we have gone into mourning; I ‘m sure I don’t know who ‘s dead. Is it Mr. Gordon Wright? It ‘s some idea of Mrs. Vivian’s—I ‘m sure it is n’t mine. She thinks we have been often enough to the Kursaal. I don’t know whether she thinks it ‘s wicked, or what. If it ‘s wicked the harm ‘s already done; I can’t be any worse than I am now. I have seen all the improper people and I have learnt all their names; Captain Lovelock has told me their names, plenty of times. I don’t see what good it does me to be shut up here with all those names running in my ears. I must say I do prefer society. We have n’t been to the Kursaal for four days—we have only gone out for a drive. We have taken the most interminable drives. I do believe we have seen every old ruin in the whole country. Mrs. Vivian and Angela are so awfully fond of scenery—they talk about it by the half-hour. They talk about the mountains and trees as if they were people they knew—as if they were gentlemen! I mean as if the mountains and trees were gentlemen. Of course scenery ‘s lovely, but you can’t walk about with a tree. At any rate, that has been all our society—foliage! Foliage and women; but I suppose women are a sort of foliage. They are always rustling about and dropping off. That ‘s why I could n’t make up my mind to go out with them this afternoon. They ‘ve gone to see the Waterworths—the Waterworths arrived yesterday and are staying at some hotel. Five daughters— all unmarried! I don’t know what kind of foliage they are; some peculiar kind—they don’t drop off. I thought I had had about enough ladies’ society—three women all sticking together! I don’t think it ‘s good for a young girl to have nothing but ladies’ society—it ‘s so awfully limited. I suppose I ought to stand up for my own sex and tell you that when we are alone together we want for nothing. But we want for everything, as it happens! Women’s talk is limited—every one knows that. That ‘s just what mamma did n’t want when she asked Mrs. Vivian to take charge of me. Now, Mr. Longueville, what are you laughing at?— you are always laughing at me. She wanted me to be unlimited— is that what you say? Well, she did n’t want me to be narrowed down; she wanted me to have plenty of conversation. She wanted me to be fitted for society—that ‘s what mamma wanted. She wanted me to have ease of manner; she thinks that if you don’t acquire it when you are young you never have it at all. She was so happy to think I should come to Baden; but she would n’t approve of the life I ‘ve been leading the last four days. That ‘s no way to acquire ease of manner—sitting all day in a small parlor with two persons of one’s own sex! Of course Mrs. Vivian’s influence—that ‘s the great thing. Mamma said it was like the odor of a flower. But you don’t want to keep smelling a flower all day, even the sweetest; that ‘s the shortest way to get a headache. Apropos of flowers, do you happen to have heard whether Captain Lovelock is alive or dead? Do I call him a flower? No; I call him a flower-pot. He always has some fine young plant in his button-hole. He has n’t been near me these ten years—I never heard of anything so rude!”

  Captain Lovelock came on the morrow, Bernard finding him in Mrs. Vivian’s little sitting-room on paying a second visit. On this occasion the two other ladies were at home and Bernard was not exclusively indebted to Miss Evers for entertainment. It was to this source of hospitality, however, that Lovelock mainly appealed, following the young girl out upon the little balcony that was suspended above the confectioner’s window. Mrs. Vivian sat writing at one of the windows of the sitting-room, and Bernard addressed his conversation to Angela.

  “Wright requested me to keep an eye on you,” he said; “but you seem very much inclined to keep out of my jurisdiction.”

  “I supposed you had gone away,” she answered—”now that your friend is gone.”

  “By no means. Gordon is a charming fellow, but he is by no means the only attraction of Baden. Besides, I have promised him to look after you— to take care of you.”

  The girl looked at him a moment in silence—a little askance.

  “I thought you had probably undertaken something of that sort,” she presently said.

  “It was of course a very natural request for Gordon to make.”

  Angela got up and turned away; she wandered about the room and went and stood at one of the windows. Bernard found the movement abrupt and not particularly gracious; but the young man was not easy to snub. He followed her, and they stood at the second window—the long window that opened upon the balcony. Miss Evers and Captain Lovelock were leaning on the railing, looking into the street and apparently amusing themselves highly with what they saw.

  “I am not sure it was a natural request for him to make,” said Angela.

  “What could have been more so—devoted as he is to you?”

  She hesitated a moment; then with a little laugh—

  “He ought to have locked us up and said nothing about it.”

  “It ‘s not so easy to lock you up,” said Bernard. “I know Wright has great influence with you, but you are after all independent beings.”

  “I am not an independent being. If my mother and Mr. Wright were to agree together to put me out of harm’s way they could easily manage it.”

  “You seem to have been trying something of that sort,” said Bernard. “You have been so terribly invisible.”

  “It was because I thought you had designs upon us; that you were watching for us—to take care of us.”

  “You contradict yourself! You said just now that you believed I had left Baden.”

  “That was an artificial—a conventional speech. Is n’t a lady always supposed to say something of that sort to a visitor by way of pretending to have noticed that she has not seen him?”

  “You know I would never have left Baden without coming to bid you good-bye,” said Bernard.

  The girl made no rejoinder; she stood looking out at the little sunny, slanting, rough-paved German street.

  “Are you taking care of us now?” she asked in a moment. “Has the operation begun? Have you heard the news, mamma?” she went on. “Do you know that Mr. Wright has made us over to Mr. Longueville, to be kept till called for? Suppose Mr. Wright should never call for us!”

  Mrs. Vivian left her writing-table and came toward Bernard, smiling at him and pressing her hands together.

  “There is no fear of that, I think,” she said. “I am sure I am very glad we have a gentleman near us. I think you will be a very good care-taker, Mr. Longueville, and I recommend my daughter to put great faith in your judgment.” And Mrs. Vivian gave him an intense—a pleading, almost affecting— little smile.

  “I am greatly touched by your confidence and I shall do every
thing I can think of to merit it,” said the young man.

  “Ah, mamma’s confidence is wonderful!” Angela exclaimed. “There was never anything like mamma’s confidence. I am very different; I have no confidence. And then I don’t like being deposited, like a parcel, or being watched, like a curious animal. I am too fond of my liberty.”

  “That is the second time you have contradicted yourself,” said Bernard. “You said just now that you were not an independent being.”

  Angela turned toward him quickly, smiling and frowning at once.

  “You do watch one, certainly! I see it has already begun.” Mrs. Vivian laid her hand upon her daughter’s with a little murmur of tender deprecation, and the girl bent over and kissed her. “Mamma will tell you it ‘s the effect of agitation,” she said—”that I am nervous, and don’t know what I say. I am supposed to be agitated by Mr. Wright’s departure; is n’t that it, mamma?”