The Voyage Out Part 7

Rachel explained that most people had hitherto been symbols; but that when they talked to one they ceased to be symbols, and became - 'I could listen to them for ever!' she exclaimed. She then jumped up, disappeared downstairs for a minute, and came back with a fat red book.

'Who's Who,' she said, laying it upon Helen's knee and turning the pages. 'It gives short lives of people - for instance: "Sir Roland Beal; she said, laying it upon Helen's knee and turning the pages. 'It gives short lives of people - for instance: "Sir Roland Beal;ad born 1852; parents from Moffatt; educated at Rugby; pa.s.sed first into R.E.; married 1878 the daughter ofT. Fishwick; served in the Bechua.n.a.land Expedition 1884-85 (honourably mentioned). Clubs: United Service, Naval and Military. Recreations: an enthusiastic curler."' born 1852; parents from Moffatt; educated at Rugby; pa.s.sed first into R.E.; married 1878 the daughter ofT. Fishwick; served in the Bechua.n.a.land Expedition 1884-85 (honourably mentioned). Clubs: United Service, Naval and Military. Recreations: an enthusiastic curler."'

Sitting on the deck at Helen's feet she went on turning the pages and reading biographies of bankers, writers, clergymen, sailors, surgeons, judges, professors, statesmen, editors, philanthropists, merchants, and actresses; what clubs they belonged to, where they lived, what games they played, and how many acres they owned.

She became absorbed in the book.

Helen meanwhile st.i.tched at her embroidery and thought over the things they had said. Her conclusion was that she would very much like to show her niece, if it were possible, how to live, or as she put it, how to be a reasonable person. She thought that there must be something wrong in this confusion between politics and kissing politicians, and that an elder person ought to be able to help.

'I quite agree,' she said, 'that people are very interesting; only - ' Rachel, putting her finger between the pages, looked up enquiringly.

'Only I think you ought to discriminate,' she ended. 'It's a pity to be intimate with people who are - well, rather second-rate, like the Dalloways, and to find it out later.'

'But how does one know?' Rachel asked.

'I really can't tell you,' replied Helen candidly, after a moment's thought. 'You'll have to find out for yourself. But try and - Why don't you call me Helen?' she added. '"Aunt's" a horrid name. I never liked my Aunts.'

'I should like to call you Helen,' Rachel answered.

'D'you think me very unsympathetic?'

Rachel reviewed the points which Helen had certainly failed to understand; they arose chiefly from the difference of nearly twenty years in age between them, which made Mrs. Ambrose appear too humorous and cool in a matter of such moment.

'No,' she said. 'Some things you don't understand, of course.'

'Of course,' Helen agreed. 'So now you can go ahead and be a person on your own account,' she added.

The vision of her own personality, of herself as a real everlasting thing, different from anything else, unmergeable, like the sea or the wind, flashed into Rachel's mind, and she became profoundly excited at the thought of living.

'I can be m-m-myself,' she stammered, 'in spite of you, in spite of the Dalloways, and Mr. Pepper, and Father, and my Aunts, in spite of these?' She swept her hand across a whole page of statesmen and soldiers.

'In spite of them all,' said Helen gravely. She then put down her needle, and explained a plan which had come into her head as they talked. Instead of wandering on down the Amazons until she reached some sulphurous tropical port, where one had to lie within doors all day beating off insects with a fan, the sensible thing to do surely was to spend the season with them in their villa by the seaside, where among other advantages Mrs. Ambrose herself would be at hand to - After all, Rachel,' she broke off, 'it's silly to pretend that because there's twenty years' difference between us we therefore can't talk to each other like human beings.'

'No; because we like each other,' said Rachel.

'Yes,' Mrs. Ambrose agreed.

That fact, together with other facts, had been made clear by their twenty minutes' talk, although how they had come to these conclusions they could not have said.

However they were come by, they were sufficiently serious to send Mrs. Ambrose a day or two later in search of her brother-in-law. She found him sitting in his room working, applying a stout blue pencil authoritatively to bundles of filmy paper. Papers lay to left and to right of him, there were great envelopes so gorged with papers that they spilt papers on to the table. Above him hung a photograph of a woman's head. The need of sitting absolutely still before a c.o.c.kney photographer had given her lips a queer little pucker, and her eyes for the same reason looked as though she thought the whole situation ridiculous. Nevertheless it was the head of an individual and interesting woman, who would no doubt have turned and laughed at Willoughby if she could have caught his eye; but when he looked up at her he sighed profoundly. In his mind this work of his, the great factories at Hull which showed like mountains at night, the s.h.i.+ps that crossed the ocean punctually, the schemes for combining this and that and building up a solid ma.s.s of industry, was all an offering to her; he laid his success at her feet; and was always thinking how to educate his daughter so that Theresa might be glad. He was a very ambitious man; and although he had not been particularly kind to her while she lived, as Helen thought, he now believed that she watched him from Heaven, and inspired what was good in him.

Mrs. Ambrose apologised for the interruption, and asked whether she might speak to him about a plan of hers. Would he consent to leave his daughter with them when they landed, instead of taking her on up the Amazons?

'We would take great care of her,' she added, 'and we should really like it.'

Willoughby looked very grave and carefully laid aside his papers.

'She's a good girl,' he said at length. 'There is a likeness?' - he nodded his head at the photograph of Theresa and sighed. Helen looked at Theresa pursing up her lips before the c.o.c.kney photographer. It suggested her in an absurd human way, and she felt an intense desire to share some joke.

'She's the only thing that's left to me,' sighed Willoughby. 'We go on year after year without talking about these things - ' He broke off. 'But it's better so. Only, life's very hard.'

Helen was sorry for him, and patted him on the shoulder, but she felt uncomfortable when her brother-in-law expressed his feelings, and took refuge in praising Rachel, and explaining why she thought her plan might be a good one.

'True,' said Willoughby when she had done. 'The social conditions are bound to be primitive. I should be out a good deal. I agreed because she wished it. And of course I have complete confidence in you ... You see, Helen,' he continued, becoming confidential, 'I want to bring her up as her mother would have wished. I don't hold with these modern views - any more than you do, eh? She's a nice quiet girl, devoted to her music - a little less of that that would do no harm. Still, it's kept her happy, and we lead a very quiet life at Richmond. I should like her to begin to see more people. I want to take her about with me when I get home. I've half a mind to rent a house in London, leaving my sisters at Richmond, and take her to see one or two people who'd be kind to her for my sake. I'm beginning to realise,' he continued, stretching himself out, 'that all this is tending to Parliament, Helen. It's the only way to get things done as one wants them done. I talked to Dalloway about it. In that case, of course, I should want Rachel to be able to take more part in things. A certain amount of entertaining would be necessary - dinners, an occasional evening party. One's const.i.tuents like to be fed, I believe. In all these ways Rachel could be of great help to me. So,' he wound up, 'I should be very glad, if we arrange this visit (which must be upon a business footing, mind), if you could see your way to helping my girl, bringing her out, - she's a little shy now, - making a woman of her, the kind of woman her mother would have liked her to be,' he ended, jerking his head at the photograph. would do no harm. Still, it's kept her happy, and we lead a very quiet life at Richmond. I should like her to begin to see more people. I want to take her about with me when I get home. I've half a mind to rent a house in London, leaving my sisters at Richmond, and take her to see one or two people who'd be kind to her for my sake. I'm beginning to realise,' he continued, stretching himself out, 'that all this is tending to Parliament, Helen. It's the only way to get things done as one wants them done. I talked to Dalloway about it. In that case, of course, I should want Rachel to be able to take more part in things. A certain amount of entertaining would be necessary - dinners, an occasional evening party. One's const.i.tuents like to be fed, I believe. In all these ways Rachel could be of great help to me. So,' he wound up, 'I should be very glad, if we arrange this visit (which must be upon a business footing, mind), if you could see your way to helping my girl, bringing her out, - she's a little shy now, - making a woman of her, the kind of woman her mother would have liked her to be,' he ended, jerking his head at the photograph.

Willoughby's selfishness, though consistent as Helen saw with real affection for his daughter, made her determined to have the girl to stay with her, even if she had to promise a complete course of instruction in the feminine graces. She could not help laughing at the notion of it - Rachel a Tory hostess! - and marvelling as she left him at the astonis.h.i.+ng ignorance of a father.

Rachel, when consulted, showed less enthusiasm than Helen could have wished. One moment she was eager, the next doubtful. Visions of a great river, now blue, now yellow in the tropical sun and crossed by bright birds, now white in the moon, now deep in shade with moving trees and canoes sliding out from the tangled banks, beset her. Helen promised a river. Then she did not want to leave her father. That feeling seemed genuine too, but in the end Helen prevailed, although when she had won her case she was beset by doubts, and more than once regretted the impulse which had entangled her with the fortunes of another human being.

CHAPTER VII.

FROM A DISTANCE THE Euphrosyne Euphrosyne looked very small. Gla.s.ses were turned upon her from the decks of great liners, and she was p.r.o.nounced a tramp, a cargo-boat, or one of those wretched little pa.s.senger steamers where people rolled about among the cattle on deck. The insect-like figures of Dalloways, Ambroses, and Vinraces were also derided, both from the extreme smallness of their persons and the doubt which only strong gla.s.ses could dispel as to whether they were really live creatures or only lumps on the rigging. Mr. Pepper with all his learning had been mistaken for a cormorant, and then, as unjustly, transformed into a cow. At night, indeed, when the waltzes were swinging in the saloon, and gifted pa.s.sengers reciting, the little s.h.i.+p - shrunk to a few beads of light out among the dark waves, and one high in air upon the mast-head - seemed something mysterious and impressive to heated partners resting from the dance. She became a s.h.i.+p pa.s.sing in the night - an emblem of the loneliness of human life, an occasion for queer confidences and sudden appeals for sympathy. looked very small. Gla.s.ses were turned upon her from the decks of great liners, and she was p.r.o.nounced a tramp, a cargo-boat, or one of those wretched little pa.s.senger steamers where people rolled about among the cattle on deck. The insect-like figures of Dalloways, Ambroses, and Vinraces were also derided, both from the extreme smallness of their persons and the doubt which only strong gla.s.ses could dispel as to whether they were really live creatures or only lumps on the rigging. Mr. Pepper with all his learning had been mistaken for a cormorant, and then, as unjustly, transformed into a cow. At night, indeed, when the waltzes were swinging in the saloon, and gifted pa.s.sengers reciting, the little s.h.i.+p - shrunk to a few beads of light out among the dark waves, and one high in air upon the mast-head - seemed something mysterious and impressive to heated partners resting from the dance. She became a s.h.i.+p pa.s.sing in the night - an emblem of the loneliness of human life, an occasion for queer confidences and sudden appeals for sympathy.

On and on she went, by day and by night, following her path, until one morning broke and showed the land. Losing its shadowlike appearance it became first cleft and mountainous, next coloured grey and purple, next scattered with white blocks which gradually separated themselves, and then, as the progress of the s.h.i.+p acted upon the view like a field-gla.s.s of increasing power, became streets of houses. By nine o'clock the Euphrosyne Euphrosyne had taken up her position in the middle of a great bay; she dropped her anchor; immediately, as if she were a rec.u.mbent giant requiring examination, small boats came swarming about her. She rang with cries; men jumped on to her; her deck was thumped by feet. The lonely little island was invaded from all quarters at once, and after four weeks of silence it was bewildering to hear human speech. Mrs. Ambrose alone heeded none of this stir. She was pale with suspense while the boat with mail bags was making towards them. Absorbed in her letters she did not notice that she had left the had taken up her position in the middle of a great bay; she dropped her anchor; immediately, as if she were a rec.u.mbent giant requiring examination, small boats came swarming about her. She rang with cries; men jumped on to her; her deck was thumped by feet. The lonely little island was invaded from all quarters at once, and after four weeks of silence it was bewildering to hear human speech. Mrs. Ambrose alone heeded none of this stir. She was pale with suspense while the boat with mail bags was making towards them. Absorbed in her letters she did not notice that she had left the Euphrosyne, Euphrosyne, and felt no sadness when the s.h.i.+p lifted up her voice and bellowed thrice like a cow separated from its calf. and felt no sadness when the s.h.i.+p lifted up her voice and bellowed thrice like a cow separated from its calf.

'The children are well!' she exclaimed. Mr. Pepper, who sat opposite with a great mound of bag and rug upon his knees, said, 'Gratifying.' Rachel, to whom the end of the voyage meant a complete change of perspective, was too much bewildered by the approach of the sh.o.r.e to realise what children were well or why it was gratifying. Helen went on reading.

Moving very slowly, and rearing absurdly high over each wave, the little boat was now approaching a white crescent of sand. Behind this was a deep green valley, with distinct hills on either side. On the slope of the right-hand hill white houses with brown roofs were settled, like nesting sea-birds, and at intervals cypresses striped the hill with black bars. Mountains whose sides were flushed with red, but whose crowns were bald, rose as a pinnacle, half-concealing another pinnacle behind it. The hour being still early, the whole view was exquisitely light and airy; the blues and greens of sky and tree were intense but not sultry. As they drew nearer and could distinguish details, the effect of the earth with its minute objects and colours and different forms of life was overwhelming after four weeks of the sea, and kept them silent.

'Three hundred years odd,' said Mr. Pepper meditatively at length.

As n.o.body said 'What?' he merely extracted a bottle and swallowed a pill. The piece of information that died within him was to the effect that three hundred years ago five Elizabethan barques had anch.o.r.ed where the Euphrosyne Euphrosyne now floated. now floated.14 Half-drawn up upon the beach lay an equal number of Spanish galleons, unmanned, for the country was still a virgin land behind a veil. Slipping across the water, the English sailors bore away bars of silver, bales of linen, timbers of cedar wood, golden crucifixes k.n.o.bbed with emeralds. When the Spaniards came down from their drinking, a fight ensued, the two parties churning up the sand, and driving each other into the surf. The Spaniards, bloated with fine living upon the fruits of the miraculous land, fell in heaps; but the hardy Englishmen, tawny with sea-voyaging, hairy for lack of razors, with muscles like wire, fangs greedy for flesh, and fingers itching for gold, despatched the wounded, drove the dying into the sea, and soon reduced the natives to a state of superst.i.tious wonderment. Here a settlement was made; women were imported; children grew. All seemed to favour the expansion of the British Empire, and had there been men like Richard Dalloway in the time of Charles the First, the map would undoubtedly be red where it is now an odious green. But it must be supposed that the political mind of that age lacked imagination, and, merely for want of a few thousand pounds and a few thousand men, the spark died that should have been a conflagration. From the interior came Indians with subtle poisons, naked bodies, and painted idols; from the sea came vengeful Spaniards and rapacious Portuguese; exposed to all these enemies (though the climate proved wonderfully kind and the earth abundant) the English dwindled away and all but disappeared. Somewhere about the middle of the seventeenth century a single sloop watched its season and slipped out by night, bearing within it all that was left of the great British colony, a few men, a few women, and perhaps a dozen dusky children. English history then denies all knowledge of the place. Owing to one cause and another civilisation s.h.i.+fted its centre to a spot some four or five hundred miles to the south, and today Santa Marina is not much larger than it was three hundred years ago. In population it is a happy compromise, for Portuguese fathers wed Indian mothers, and their children intermarry with the Spanish. Although they get their ploughs from Manchester, they make their coats from their own sheep, their silk from their own worms, and their furniture from their own cedar trees, so that in arts and industries the place is still much where it was in Elizabethan days. Half-drawn up upon the beach lay an equal number of Spanish galleons, unmanned, for the country was still a virgin land behind a veil. Slipping across the water, the English sailors bore away bars of silver, bales of linen, timbers of cedar wood, golden crucifixes k.n.o.bbed with emeralds. When the Spaniards came down from their drinking, a fight ensued, the two parties churning up the sand, and driving each other into the surf. The Spaniards, bloated with fine living upon the fruits of the miraculous land, fell in heaps; but the hardy Englishmen, tawny with sea-voyaging, hairy for lack of razors, with muscles like wire, fangs greedy for flesh, and fingers itching for gold, despatched the wounded, drove the dying into the sea, and soon reduced the natives to a state of superst.i.tious wonderment. Here a settlement was made; women were imported; children grew. All seemed to favour the expansion of the British Empire, and had there been men like Richard Dalloway in the time of Charles the First, the map would undoubtedly be red where it is now an odious green. But it must be supposed that the political mind of that age lacked imagination, and, merely for want of a few thousand pounds and a few thousand men, the spark died that should have been a conflagration. From the interior came Indians with subtle poisons, naked bodies, and painted idols; from the sea came vengeful Spaniards and rapacious Portuguese; exposed to all these enemies (though the climate proved wonderfully kind and the earth abundant) the English dwindled away and all but disappeared. Somewhere about the middle of the seventeenth century a single sloop watched its season and slipped out by night, bearing within it all that was left of the great British colony, a few men, a few women, and perhaps a dozen dusky children. English history then denies all knowledge of the place. Owing to one cause and another civilisation s.h.i.+fted its centre to a spot some four or five hundred miles to the south, and today Santa Marina is not much larger than it was three hundred years ago. In population it is a happy compromise, for Portuguese fathers wed Indian mothers, and their children intermarry with the Spanish. Although they get their ploughs from Manchester, they make their coats from their own sheep, their silk from their own worms, and their furniture from their own cedar trees, so that in arts and industries the place is still much where it was in Elizabethan days.

The reasons which had drawn the English across the sea to found a small colony within the last ten years are not so easily described, and will never perhaps be recorded in history books. Granted facility of travel, peace, good trade, and so on, there was besides a kind of dissatisfaction among the English with the older countries and the enormous acc.u.mulations of carved stone, stained gla.s.s, and rich brown painting which they offered to the tourist. The movement in search of something new was of course infinitely small, affecting only a handful of well-to-do people. It began by a few schoolmasters serving their pa.s.sage out to South America as the pursers of tramp steamers. They returned in time for the summer term, when their stories of the splendours and hards.h.i.+ps of life at sea, the humours of sea-captains, the wonders of night and dawn, and the marvels of the place delighted outsiders, and sometimes found their way into print. The country itself taxed all their powers of description, for they said it was much bigger than Italy, and really n.o.bler than Greece. Again, they declared that the natives were strangely beautiful, very big in stature, dark, pa.s.sionate, and quick to seize the knife. The place seemed new and full of new forms of beauty, in proof of which they showed handkerchiefs which the women had worn round their heads, and primitive carvings coloured bright greens and blues. Somehow or other, as fas.h.i.+ons do, the fas.h.i.+on spread; an old monastery was quickly turned into a hotel, while a famous line of steams.h.i.+ps altered its route for the convenience of pa.s.sengers.

Oddly enough it happened that the least satisfactory of Helen Ambrose's brothers had been sent out years before to make his fortune, at any rate to keep clear of race-horses, in the very spot which had now become so popular. Often, leaning upon the column in the verandah, he had watched the English s.h.i.+ps with English schoolmasters for pursers steaming into the bay. Having at length earned enough to take a holiday, and being sick of the place, he proposed to put his villa, on the slope of the mountain, at his sister's disposal. She, too, had been a little stirred by the talk of a new world, where there was always sun and never a fog, which went on around her, and the chance, when they were planning where to spend the winter out of England, seemed too good to be missed. For these reasons she determined to accept Willoughby's offer of free pa.s.sages on his s.h.i.+p, to place the children with their grandparents, and to do the thing thoroughly while she was about it.

Taking seats in a carriage drawn by long-tailed horses with pheasants' feathers erect between their ears, the Ambroses, Mr. Pepper, and Rachel rattled out of the harbour. The day increased in heat as they drove up the hill. The road pa.s.sed through the town, where men seemed to be beating bra.s.s and crying 'Water', where the pa.s.sage was blocked by mules and cleared by whips and curses, where the women walked barefoot, their heads balancing baskets, and cripples hastily displayed mutilated members; it issued among steep green fields, not so green but that the earth showed through. Great trees now shaded all but the centre of the road, and a mountain stream, so shallow and so swift that it plaited itself into strands as it ran, raced along the edge. Higher they went, until Ridley and Rachel walked behind; next they turned along a lane scattered with stones, where Mr. Pepper raised his stick and silently indicated a shrub, bearing among spa.r.s.e leaves a voluminous purple blossom; and at a rickety canter the last stage of the way was accomplished.

The villa was a roomy white house, which, as is the case with most continental houses, looked to an English eye frail, ramshackle, and absurdly frivolous, more like a paG.o.da in a tea-garden than a place where one slept. The garden called urgently for the services of gardener. Bushes waved their branches across the paths, and the blades of gra.s.s, with s.p.a.ces of earth between them, could be counted. In the circular piece of ground in front of the verandah were two cracked vases, from which red flowers drooped, with a stone fountain between them, now parched in the sun. The circular garden led to a long garden, where the gardener's shears had scarcely been, unless now and then, when he cut a bough of blossom for his beloved. A few tall trees shaded it, and round bushes with wax-like flowers mobbed their heads together in a row. A garden smoothly laid with turf, divided by thick hedges, with raised beds of bright flowers, such as we keep within walls in England, would have been out of place upon the side of this bare hill. There was no ugliness to shut out, and the villa looked straight across the shoulder of a slope, ribbed with olive trees, to the sea.

The indecency of the whole place struck Mrs. Chailey forcibly. There were no blinds to shut out the sun, nor was there any furniture to speak of for the sun to spoil. Standing in the bare stone hall, and surveying a staircase of superb breadth, but cracked and carpet-less, she further ventured the opinion that there were rats, as large as terriers at home, and that if one put one's foot down with any force one would come through the floor. As for hot water - at this point her investigations left her speechless.

'Poor creature!' she murmured to the sallow Spanish servant-girl who came out with the pigs and hens to receive them, 'no wonder you hardly look like a human being!' Maria accepted the compliment with an exquisite Spanish grace. In Chailey's opinion they would have done better to stay on board an English s.h.i.+p, but none knew better than she that her duty commanded her to stay.

When they were settled in, and in train to find daily occupation, there was some speculation as to the reasons which induced Mr. Pepper to stay, taking up his lodging in the Ambrose's house. Efforts had been made for some days before landing to impress upon him the advantages of the Amazons.

'That great stream!' Helen would begin, gazing as if she saw a visionary cascade, 'I've a good mind to go with you myself, Willoughby - only I can't. Think of the sunsets and the moonrises - I believe the colours are unimaginable.'

'There are wild peac.o.c.ks,' Rachel hazarded.

'And marvellous creatures in the water,' Helen a.s.serted.

'One might discover a new reptile,' Rachel continued.

'There's certain to be a revolution, I'm told,' Helen urged.

The effect of these subterfuges was a little dashed by Ridley, who, after regarding Pepper for some moments, sighed aloud, 'Poor fellow!' and inwardly speculated upon the unkindness of women.

He stayed, however, in apparent contentment for six days, playing with a microscope and a note-book in one of the many spa.r.s.ely furnished sitting-rooms, but on the evening of the seventh day, as they sat at dinner, he appeared more restless than usual. The dinner-table was set between two long windows which were left uncurtained by Helen's orders. Darkness fell as sharply as a knife in this climate, and the town then sprang out in circles and leins of bright dots beneath them. Buildings which never showed by day showed by night, and the sea flowed right over the land judging by the moving lights of the steamers. The sight fulfilled the same purpose as an orchestra in a London restaurant, and silence had its setting. William Pepper observed it for some time; he put on his spectacles to contemplate the scene.

'I've identified the big block to the left,' he observed, and pointed with his fork at a square formed by several rows of lights.

'One should infer that they can cook vegetables,' he added.

'An hotel?' said Helen.

'Once a monastery,' said Mr. Pepper.

Nothing more was said then, but, the day after, Mr. Pepper returned from a midday walk, and stood silently before Helen who was reading in the verandah.

'I've taken a room over there,' he said.

'You're not going?' she exclaimed.

'On the whole - yes,' he remarked. 'No private cook can can cook vegetables.' cook vegetables.'

Knowing his dislike of questions, which she to some extent shared, Helen asked no more. Still, an uneasy suspicion lurked in her mind that William was hiding a wound. She flushed to think that her words, or her husband's, or Rachel's had penetrated and stung. She was half-moved to cry, 'Stop, William; explain!' and would have returned to the subject at luncheon if William had not shown himself inscrutable and chill, lifting fragments of salad on the point of his fork, with the gesture of a man p.r.o.nging seaweed, detecting gravel, suspecting germs.

'If you all die of typhoid I won't be responsible!'15 he snapped. he snapped.

'If you die of dulness, neither will I,' Helen echoed in her heart.

She reflected that she had never yet asked him whether he had been in love. They had got further and further from that subject instead of drawing nearer to it, and she could not help feeling it a relief when William Pepper, with all his knowledge, his microscope, his note-books, his genuine kindliness and good sense, but a certain dryness of soul, took his departure. Also she could not help feeling it sad that friends.h.i.+ps should end thus, although in this case to have the room empty was something of a comfort, and she tried to console herself with the reflection that one never knows how far other people feel the things they might be supposed to feel.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE NEXT FEW MONTHS pa.s.sed away, as many years can pa.s.s away, without definite events, and yet, if suddenly disturbed, it would be seen that such months or years had a character unlike others. The three months which had pa.s.sed had brought them to the beginning of March. The climate had kept its promise, and the change of season from winter to spring had made very little difference, so that Helen, who was sitting in the drawing-room with a pen in her hand, could keep the windows open though a great fire of logs burnt on one side of her. Below, the sea was still blue and the roofs still brown and white, though the day was fading rapidly. It was dusk in the room, which, large and empty at all times, now appeared larger and emptier than usual. Her own figure, as she sat writing with a pad on her knee, shared the general effect of size and lack of detail, for the flames which ran along the branches, suddenly devouring little green tufts, burnt intermittently and sent irregular illuminations across her face and the plaster walls. There were no pictures on the walls but here and there boughs laden with heavy-petalled flowers spread widely against them. Of the books fallen on the bare floor and heaped upon the large table, it was only possible in this light to trace the outline.

Mrs. Ambrose was writing a very long letter. Beginning 'Dear Bernard', it went on to describe what had been happening in the Villa San Gervasio during the past three months, as, for instance, that they had had the British Consul to dinner, and had been taken over a Spanish man-of-war, and had seen a great many processions and religious festivals, which were so beautiful that Mrs. Ambrose couldn't conceive why, if people must have a religion, they didn't all become Roman Catholics. They had made several expeditions though none of any length. It was worth coming if only for the sake of the flowering trees which grew wild quite near the house, and the amazing colours of sea and earth. The earth, instead of being brown, was red, purple, green. 'You won't believe me,' she added, 'there is no colour like it in England.' She adopted, indeed, a condescending tone towards that poor island, which was now advancing chilly crocuses and nipped violets in nooks, in copses, in cosy corners, tended by rosy old gardeners in m.u.f.flers, who were always touching their hats and bobbing obsequiously. She went on to deride the islanders themselves. Rumours of London all in a ferment over a General Election had reached them even out here. 'It seems incredible,' she went on, 'that people should care whether Asquith is in or Austen Chamberlain out,ae and while you scream yourselves hoa.r.s.e about politics you let the only people who are trying for something good starve or simply laugh at them. When have you ever encouraged a living artist? Or bought his best work? Why are you all so ugly and so servile? Here the servants are human beings. They talk to one as if they were equals. As far as I can tell there are no aristocrats.' and while you scream yourselves hoa.r.s.e about politics you let the only people who are trying for something good starve or simply laugh at them. When have you ever encouraged a living artist? Or bought his best work? Why are you all so ugly and so servile? Here the servants are human beings. They talk to one as if they were equals. As far as I can tell there are no aristocrats.'

Perhaps it was the mention of aristocrats that reminded her of Richard Dalloway and Rachel, for she ran on with the same penful to describe her niece.

'It's an odd fate that has put me in charge of a girl,' she wrote, 'considering that I have never got on well with women, or had much to do with them. However, I must retract some of the things that I have said against them. If they were properly educated I don't see why they shouldn't be much the same as men - as satisfactory I mean; though, of course, very different. The question is, how should one educate them? The present method seems to me abominable. This girl, though twenty-four, had never heard that men desired women, and, until I explained it, did not know how children were born. Her ignorance upon other matters as important' (here Mrs. Ambrose's letter may not be quoted) ... 'was complete. It seems to me not merely foolish but criminal to bring people up like that. Let alone the suffering to them, it explains why women are what they are - the wonder is they're no worse. I have taken it upon myself to enlighten her, and now, though still a good deal prejudiced and liable to exaggerate, she is more or less a reasonable human being. Keeping them ignorant, of course, defeats its own object, and when they begin to understand they take it all much too seriously. My brother-in-law really deserved catastrophe - which he won't get. I now pray for a young man to come to my help; some one, I mean, who would talk to her openly, and prove how absurd most of her ideas about life are. Unluckily such men seem almost as rare as the women. The English colony certainly doesn't provide one; artists, merchants, cultivated people - they are stupid, conventional, and flirtatious ...' She ceased, and with her pen in her hand sat looking into the fire, making the logs into caves and mountains, for it had grown too dark to go on writing. Moreover, the house began to stir as the hour of dinner approached; she could hear the plates being c.h.i.n.ked in the dining-room next door, and Chailey instructing the Spanish girl where to put things down in vigorous English. The bell rang; she rose, met Ridley and Rachel outside, and they all went in to dinner.

Three months had made but little difference in the appearance either of Ridley or Rachel; yet a keen observer might have thought that the girl was more definite and self-confident in her manner than before. Her skin was brown, her eyes certainly brighter, and she attended to what was said as though she might be going to contradict it. The meal began with the comfortable silence of people who are quite at their ease together. Then Ridley, leaning on his elbow and looking out of the window, observed that it was a lovely night.

'Yes,' said Helen. She added, 'The season's begun,' looking at the lights beneath then. She asked Maria in Spanish whether the hotel was not filling up with visitors. Maria informed her with pride that there would come a time when it was positively difficult to buy eggs - the shopkeepers would not mind what prices they asked; they would get them, at any rate, from the English.

'That's an English steamer in the bay,' said Rachel, looking at a triangle of lights below. 'She came in early this morning.'

'Then we may hope for some letters and send ours back,' said Helen.

For some reason the mention of letters always made Ridley groan, and the rest of the meal pa.s.sed in a brisk argument between husband and wife as to whether he was or was not wholly ignored by the entire civilised world.

'Considering the last batch,' said Helen, you deserve beating. You were asked to lecture, you were offered a degree, and some silly woman praised not only your books but your beauty - she said he was what Sh.e.l.ley would have been if Sh.e.l.ley had lived to fifty-five and grown a beard. Really, Ridley, I think you're the vainest man I know,' she ended, rising from the table, 'which I may tell you is saying a good deal.'

Finding her letter lying before the fire she added a few lines to it, and then announced that she was going to take the letters now - Ridley must bring his - and Rachel?

'I hope you've written to your Aunts? It's high time.'

The women put on cloaks and hats, and after inviting Ridley to come with them, which he emphatically refused to do, exclaiming that Rachel he expected to be a fool, but Helen surely knew better, they turned to go. He stood over the fire gazing into the depths of the looking-gla.s.s, and compressing his face into the likeness of a commander surveying a field of battle, or a martyr watching the flames lick his toes, rather than that of a secluded Professor.

Helen laid hold of his beard.

'Am I a fool?' she said.

'Let me go, Helen.'

'Am I a fool?' she repeated.

'Vile woman!' he exclaimed, and kissed her.

'We'll leave you to your vanities,' she called back as they went out of the door.

It was a beautiful evening, still light enough to see a long way down the road, though the stars were coming out. The pillar-box was let into a high yellow wall where the lane met the road, and having dropped the letters into it, Helen was for turning back.

'No, no,' said Rachel, taking her by the wrist. 'We're going to see life. You promised.'

'Seeing life' was the phrase they used for their habit of strolling through the town after dark. The social life of Santa Marina was carried on almost entirely by lamp-light, which the warmth of the nights and the scents culled from flowers made pleasant enough. The young women, with their hair magnificently swept in coils, a red flower behind the ear, sat on the doorsteps, or issued out on to balconies, while the young men ranged up and down beneath, shouting up a greeting from time to time and stopping here and there to enter into amorous talk. At the open windows merchants could be seen making up the day's account, and older women lifting jars from shelf to shelf. The streets were full of people, men for the most part, who interchanged their views of the world as they walked, or gathered round the wine-tables at the street corner, where an old cripple was tw.a.n.ging his guitar strings, while a poor girl cried her pa.s.sionate song in the gutter. The two Englishwomen excited some friendly curiosity, but no one molested them.

Helen sauntered on, observing the different people in their shabby clothes, who seemed so careless and so natural, with satisfaction.

'Just think of the Mall to-night!' she exclaimed at length. 'It's the fifteenth of March. Perhaps there's a Court.' She thought of the crowd waiting in the cold spring air to see the grand carriages go by. 'It's very cold, if it's not raining,' she said. 'First there are men selling picture postcards; then there are wretched little shop-girls with round bandboxes; then there are bank clerks in tail coats; and then - any number of dressmakers. People from South Kensington drive up in a hired fly; officials have a pair of bays; earls, on the other hand, are allowed one footman to stand up behind; dukes have two, royal dukes - so I was told - have three; the king, I suppose, can have as many as he likes. And the people believe in it!'

Out here it seemed as though the people of England must be shaped in the body like the kings and queens, knights and p.a.w.ns of the chessboard, so strange were their differences, so marked and so implicitly believed in.

They had to part in order to circ.u.mvent a crowd.

'They believe in G.o.d,' said Rachel as they regained each other. She meant that the people in the crowd believed in Him; for she remembered the crosses with bleeding plaster figures that stood where foot-paths joined, and the inexplicable mystery of a service in a Roman Catholic church.

'We shall never understand!' she sighed.

They had walked some way and it was now night, but they could see a large iron gate a little way farther down the road on their left.

'Do you mean to go right up to the hotel?' Helen asked.