§4
And if Mr. Brumley’s system of romantically distorted moral assumptions was shattered by Lady Harman’s impersonal blow at a post office window when all the rules seemed to require her to fly from the oppression of one man to the chivalry of another, what words can convey the devastating effect upon him of her conduct after her release? To that crisis he had been looking forward continually; to record the variety of his expectations would fill a large volume, but throughout them all prevailed one general idea, that when she came out of prison her struggle with her husband would be resumed, and that this would give Mr. Brumley such extraordinary opportunities of displaying his devotion that her response, which he was now beginning to suspect might be more reluctant than his earlier dreams had assumed, was ultimately inevitable. In all these dreams and meditations that response figured as the crown. He had to win and possess Lady Harman. The idea had taken hold of his busy yet rather pointless life, had become his directing object. He was full of schemes for presently arresting and captivating her imagination. He was already convinced that she cared for him; he had to inflame interest and fan liking into the fire of passion. And with a mind so occupied, Mr. Brumley wrote this and that and went about his affairs. He spent two days and a night at Margate visiting his son at his preparatory school, and he found much material for musing in the question of just how the high romantic affairs ahead of him would affect this delicately intelligent boy. For a time perhaps he might misjudge his father.... He spent a week-end with Lady Viping and stayed on until Wednesday and then he came back to London. His plans were still unformed when the day came for Lady Harman’s release, and indeed beyond an idea that he would have her met at the prison gates by an enormous bunch of snowy-white and crimson chrysanthemums he had nothing really concrete at all in his mind.
She had, however, been released stealthily a day before her time, and this is what she had done. She had asked that—of all improbable people!—Sir Isaac’s mother should meet her, the biggest car had come to the prison gates, and she had gone straight down with Mrs. Harman to her husband—who had taken a chill and was in bed drinking Contrexéville water—at Black Strand.
As these facts shaped themselves in answer to the blanched inquiries of Mr. Brumley his amazement grew. He began to realize that there must have been a correspondence during her incarceration, that all sorts of things had been happening while he had been dreaming, and when he went round to Lady Beach-Mandarin, who was just packing up to be the life and soul of a winter-sports party at a nice non-Lunnite hotel at Lenzerheide, he learnt particulars that chilled him to the marrow. “They’ve made it up,” said Lady Beach-Mandarin.
“But how?” gasped Mr. Brumley, with his soul in infinite distress. “But how?”
“The Ogre, it seems, has come to see that bullying won’t do. He’s given in tremendously. He’s let her have her way with the waitress strike and she’s going to have an allowance of her own and all kinds of things. It’s settled. It’s his mother and that man Charterson talked him over. You know—his mother came to me—as her friend. For advice. Wanted to find out what sort of things we might have been putting in her head. She said so. A curious old thing—vulgar but—wise. I liked her. He’s her darling—and she just knows what he is.... He doesn’t like it but he’s taken his dose. The thought of her going to prison again——! He’s let her do anything rather than that....”
“And she’s gone to him!”
“Naturally,” said Lady Beach-Mandarin with what he felt to be deliberate brutality. Surely she must have understood——
“But the waitress strike—what has it got to do with the waitress strike?”
“She cared—tremendously.”
“Did she?”
“Tremendously. And they all go back and the system of inspection is being altered, and he’s even forgiven Babs Wheeler. It made him ill to do it but he did.”
“And she’s gone back to him.”
“Like Godiva,” said Lady Beach-Mandarin with that sweeping allusiveness that was part of her complicated charm.