Henry James: Complete Stories 1864-1874 (74 page)

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and sincereshould have to do with lives that were not right. Of course however it had to do only indirectly, and the wrong life was not old Mrs. Berrington's nor yet Lady Davenant's. If Selina and Selina's doings were not an implication of such an interior any more than it was for them an explication, this was because she had come from so far off, was a foreign element altogether. Yet it was there she had found her occasion, all the influences that had altered her so (her sister had a theory that she was metamorphosed, that when she was young she seemed born for innocence) if not at Plash at least at Mellows, for the two places after all had ever so much in common, and there were rooms at the great house that looked remarkably like Mrs. Berrington's parlour.
Lady Davenant always had a head-dress of a peculiar style, original and appropriatea sort of white veil or cape which came in a point to the place on her forehead where her smooth hair began to show and then covered her shoulders. It was always exquisitely fresh and was partly the reason why she struck the girl rather as a fine portrait than as a living person. And yet she was full of life, old as she was, and had been made finer, sharper and more delicate, by nearly eighty years of it. It was the hand of a master that Laura seemed to see in her face, the witty expression of which shone like a lamp through the ground-glass of her good breeding; nature was always an artist, but not so much of an artist as that. Infinite knowledge the girl attributed to her, and that was why she liked her a little fearfully. Lady Davenant was not as a general thing fond of the young or of invalids; but she made an exception as regards youth for the little girl from America, the sister of the daughter-in-law of her dearest friend. She took an interest in Laura partly perhaps to make up for the tepidity with which she regarded Selina. At all events she had assumed the general responsibility of providing her with a husband. She pretended to care equally little for persons suffering from other forms of misfortune, but she was capable of finding excuses for them when they had been sufficiently to blame. She expected a great deal of attention, always wore gloves in the house and never had anything in her hand but a book. She neither embroidered nor wroteonly read and talked. She had no special conversation for girls but generally addressed
 
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them in the same manner that she found effective with her contemporaries. Laura Wing regarded this as an honour, but very often she didn't know what the old lady meant and was ashamed to ask her. Once in a while Lady Davenant was ashamed to tell. Mrs. Berrington had gone to a cottage to see an old woman who was illan old woman who had been in her service for years, in the old days. Unlike her friend she was fond of young people and invalids, but she was less interesting to Laura, except that it was a sort of fascination to wonder how she could have such abysses of placidity. She had long cheeks and kind eyes and was devoted to birds; somehow she always made Laura think secretly of a tablet of fine white soapnothing else was so smooth and clean.
And what's going on
chez vous
who is there and what are they doing? Lady Davenant asked, after the first greetings.
There isn't any one but meand the childrenand the governess.
What, no partyno private theatricals? How do you live?
Oh, it doesn't take so much to keep me going, said Laura. I believe there were some people coming on Saturday, but they have been put off, or they can't come. Selina has gone to London.
And what has she gone to London for?
Oh, I don't knowshe has so many things to do.
And where is Mr. Berrington?
He has been away somewhere; but I believe he is coming back to-morrowor next day.
Or the day after? said Lady Davenant. And do they never go away together? she continued after a pause.
Yes, sometimesbut they don't come back together.
Do you mean they quarrel on the way?
I don't know what they do, Lady DavenantI don't understand, Laura Wing replied, with an unguarded tremor in her voice. I don't think they are very happy.
Then they ought to be ashamed of themselves. They have got everything so comfortablewhat more do they want?
Yes, and the children are such dears!
Certainlycharming. And is she a good person, the present governess? Does she look after them properly?
 
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Yesshe seems very goodit's a blessing. But I think she's unhappy too.
Bless us, what a house! Does she want some one to make love to her?
No, but she wants Selina to seeto appreciate, said the young girl.
And doesn't she appreciatewhen she leaves them that way quite to the young woman?
Miss Steet thinks she doesn't notice how they come onshe is never there.
And has she wept and told you so? You know they are always crying, governesseswhatever line you take. You shouldn't draw them out too muchthey are always looking for a chance. She ought to be thankful to be let alone. You mustn't be too sympatheticit's mostly wasted, the old lady went on.
Oh, I'm notI assure you I'm not, said Laura Wing. On the contrary, I see so much about me that I don't sympathise with.
Well, you mustn't be an impertinent little American either! her interlocutress exclaimed. Laura sat with her for half an hour and the conversation took a turn through the affairs of Plash and through Lady Davenant's own, which were visits in prospect and ideas suggested more or less directly by them as well as by the books she had been reading, a heterogeneous pile on a table near her, all of them new and clean, from a circulating library in London. The old woman had ideas and Laura liked them, though they often struck her as very sharp and hard, because at Mellows she had no diet of that sort. There had never been an idea in the house, since she came at least, and there was wonderfully little reading. Lady Davenant still went from country-house to country-house all winter, as she had done all her life, and when Laura asked her she told her the places and the people she probably should find at each of them. Such an enumeration was much less interesting to the girl than it would have been a year before: she herself had now seen a great many places and people and the freshness of her curiosity was gone. But she still cared for Lady Davenant's descriptions and judgments, because they were the thing in
 
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her life which (when she met the old woman from time to time) most represented talkthe rare sort of talk that was not mere chaff. That was what she had dreamed of before she came to England, but in Selina's set the dream had not come true. In Selina's set people only harried each other from morning till night with extravagant accusationsit was all a kind of horse-play of false charges. When Lady Davenant was accusatory it was within the limits of perfect verisimilitude.
Laura waited for Mrs. Berrington to come in but she failed to appear, so that the girl gathered her waterproof together with an intention of departure. But she was secretly reluctant, because she had walked over to Plash with a vague hope that some soothing hand would be laid upon her pain. If there was no comfort at the dower-house she knew not where to look for it, for there was certainly none at homenot even with Miss Steet and the children. It was not Lady Davenant's leading characteristic that she was comforting, and Laura had not aspired to be coaxed or coddled into forgetfulness: she wanted rather to be taught a certain fortitudehow to live and hold up one's head even while knowing that things were very bad. A brazen indifferenceit was not exactly that that she wished to acquire; but were there not some sorts of indifference that were philosophic and noble? Could Lady Davenant not teach them, if she should take the trouble? The girl remembered to have heard that there had been years before some disagreeable occurrences in
her
family; it was not a race in which the ladies inveterately turned out well. Yet who to-day had the stamp of honour and creditof a past which was either no one's business or was part and parcel of a fair public recordand carried it so much as a matter of course? She herself had been a good woman and that was the only thing that told in the long run. It was Laura's own idea to be a good woman and that this would make it an advantage for Lady Davenant to show her how not to feel too much. As regards feeling enough, that was a branch in which she had no need to take lessons.
The old woman liked cutting new books, a task she never remitted to her maid, and while her young visitor sat there she went through the greater part of a volume with the paper-knife. She didn't proceed very fastthere was a kind of patient, awkward fumbling of her aged hands; but as she passed
 
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her knife into the last leaf she said abruptlyAnd how is your sister going on? She's very light! Lady Davenant added before Laura had time to reply.
Oh, Lady Davenant! the girl exclaimed, vaguely, slowly, vexed with herself as soon as she had spoken for having uttered the words as a protest, whereas she wished to draw her companion out. To correct this impression she threw back her waterproof.
Have you ever spoken to her? the old woman asked.
Spoken to her?
About her behaviour. I daresay you haven'tyou Americans have such a lot of false delicacy. I daresay Selina wouldn't speak to you if you were in her place (excuse the supposition!) and yet she is capable But Lady Davenant paused, preferring not to say of what young Mrs. Berrington was capable. It's a bad house for a girl.
It only gives me a horror, said Laura, pausing in turn.
A horror of your sister? That's not what one should aim at. You ought to get marriedand the sooner the better. My dear child, I have neglected you dreadfully.
I am much obliged to you, but if you think marriage looks to me happy! the girl exclaimed, laughing without hilarity.
Make it happy for some one else and you will be happy enough yourself. You ought to get out of your situation.
Laura Wing was silent a moment, though this was not a new reflection to her. Do you mean that I should leave Selina altogether? I feel as if I should abandon heras if I should be a coward.
Oh, my dear, it isn't the business of little girls to serve as parachutes to fly-away wives! That's why if you haven't spoken to her you needn't take the trouble at this time of day. Let her golet her go!
Let her go? Laura repeated, staring.
Her companion gave her a sharper glance. Let her stay, then! Only get out of the house. You can come to me, you know, whenever you like. I don't know another girl I would say that to.
Oh, Lady Davenant, Laura began again, but she only got as far as this; in a moment she had covered her face with her handsshe had burst into tears.
 
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Ah my dear, don't cry or I shall take back my invitation! It would never do if you were to
larmoyer.
If I have offended you by the way I have spoken of Selina I think you are too sensitive. We shouldn't feel more for people than they feel for themselves. She has no tears, I'm sure.
Oh, she has, she has! cried the girl, sobbing with an odd effect as she put forth this pretension for her sister.
Then she's worse than I thought. I don't mind them so much when they are merry but I hate them when they are sentimental.
She's so changedso changed! Laura Wing went on.
Never, never, my dear:
c'est de naissance.
You never knew my mother, returned the girl; when I think of mother The words failed her while she sobbed.
I daresay she was very nice, said Lady Davenant gently. It would take that to account for you: such women as Selina are always easily enough accounted for. I didn't mean it was inheritedfor that sort of thing skips about. I daresay there was some improper ancestressexcept that you Americans don't seem to have ancestresses.
Laura gave no sign of having heard these observations; she was occupied in brushing away her tears. Everything is so changedyou don't know, she remarked in a moment. Nothing could have been happiernothing could have been sweeter. And now to be so dependentso helplessso poor!
Have you nothing at all? asked Lady Davenant, with simplicity.
Only enough to pay for my clothes.
That's a good deal, for a girl. You are uncommonly dressy, you know.
I'm sorry I seem so. That's just the way I don't want to look.
You Americans can't help it; you wear your very features and your eyes look as if they had just been sent home. But I confess you are not so smart as Selina.
Yes, isn't she splendid? Laura exclaimed, with proud inconsequence. And the worse she is the better she looks.
Oh my child, if the bad women looked as bad as they are! It's only the good ones who can afford that, the old lady murmured.

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