“My dear, I am an old woman, and I have learnt in the course of a wandering life to put two and two together,” said Mrs. O’Reilly. She had somehow managed to ignore middle age, and had passed from her position of renowned beauty to the position which she now firmly and constantly claimed of many years and much experience. “Of course,” she continued, “like every one else, I was glad enough to be friendly and pleasant to Sigismund Zaluski, and as to his being a Pole, why, I think it rather pleased me than otherwise. You see, my dear, I have knocked about the world and mixed with all kinds of people. Still, one must draw the line somewhere, and I confess it gave me a very painful shock to find that he had such violent antipathies to law and order. When he took Ivy Cottage for the summer I made the General call at once, and before long we had become very intimate with him; but, my dear, he’s not what I thought him—not at all!”
“Well now, I am delighted to hear you say that,” said Lena Houghton, with some excitement in her manner, “for it exactly fits in with what I always felt about him. From the first I disliked that man, and the way he goes on with Gertrude Morley is simply dreadful. If they are not engaged they ought to be—that’s all I can say.”
“Engaged, my dear! I trust not,” said Mrs. O’Reilly. “I had always hoped for something very different for dear Gertrude. Quite between ourselves, you know, my nephew John Carew is over head and ears in love with her, and they would make a very good pair; don’t you think so?”
“Well, you see, I like Gertrude to a certain extent,” replied Lena Houghton. “But I never raved about her as so many people do. Still, I hope she will not be entrapped into marrying Mr. Zaluski; she deserves a better fate than that.”
“I quite agree with you,” said Mrs. O’Reilly, with a troubled look. “And the worst of it is, poor Gertrude is a girl who might very likely take up foolish revolutionary notions; she needs a strong wise husband to keep her in order and form her opinions. But is it really true that he flirts with her? This is the first I have heard of it. I can’t think how it has escaped my notice.”
“Nor I, for indeed he is up at the Morleys’ pretty nearly every day. What with tennis, and music, and riding, there is always some excuse for it. I can’t think what Gertrude sees in him, he is not even good-looking.”
“There is a certain surface good-nature about him,” said Mrs. O’Reilly. “It deceived even me at first. But, my dear Lena, mark my words: that man has a fearful temper; and I pray Heaven that poor Gertrude may have her eyes opened in time. Besides, to think of that little gentle, delicate thing marrying a Nihilist! It is too dreadful; really, quite too dreadful! John would never get over it!”
“The thing I can’t understand is why all the world has taken him up so,” said Lena Houghton. “One meets him everywhere, yet nobody seems to know anything about him. Just because he has taken Ivy Cottage for four months, and because he seems to be rich and good-natured, every one is ready to run after him.”
“Well, well,” said Mrs. O’Reilly, “we all like to be neighbourly, my dear, and a week ago I should have been ready to say nothing but good of him. But now my eyes have been opened. I’ll tell you just how it was. We were sitting here, just as you and I are now, at afternoon tea; the talk had flagged a little, and for the sake of something to say I made some remark about Bulgaria—not that I really knew anything about it, you know, for I’m no politician; still, I knew it was a subject that would make talk just now. My dear, I assure you I was positively frightened. All in a minute his face changed, his eyes flashed, he broke into such a torrent of abuse as I never heard in my life before.”
“Do you mean that he abused you?”