"I have had no communication of any kind from her since I parted with you under her roof.Hasn't she mentioned that?" said Rose.
"I haven't seen her."
"I thought you were such great friends."
Bertram Jay hesitated a moment."Well, not so much now.""What has she done to you?" Rose demanded.
He fidgeted a little, as if he were thinking of something that made him unconscious of her question; then, with mild violence, he brought out the inquiry: "Miss Tramore, are you happy?"She was startled by the words, for she on her side had been reflecting--reflecting that he had broken with her grandmother and that this pointed to a reason.It suggested at least that he wouldn't now be so much like a mouthpiece for that cold ancestral tone.She turned off his question--said it never was a fair one, as you gave yourself away however you answered it.When he repeated "You give yourself away?" as if he didn't understand, she remembered that he had not read the funny American books.This brought them to a silence, for she had enlightened him only by another laugh, and he was evidently preparing another question, which he wished carefully to disconnect from the former.Presently, just as they were coming near Mrs.Tramore, it arrived in the words "Is this lady your mother?" On Rose's assenting, with the addition that she was travelling with her, he said: "Will you be so kind as to introduce me to her?" They were so close to Mrs.Tramore that she probably heard, but she floated away with a single stroke of her paddle and an inattentive poise of her head.It was a striking exhibition of the famous tact, for Rose delayed to answer, which was exactly what might have made her mother wish to turn; and indeed when at last the girl spoke she only said to her companion: "Why do you ask me that?""Because I desire the pleasure of ****** her acquaintance."Rose had stopped, and in the middle of the square they stood looking at each other."Do you remember what you said to me the last time Isaw you?"
"Oh, don't speak of that!"
"It's better to speak of it now than to speak of it later."Bertram Jay looked round him, as if to see whether any one would hear; but the bright foreignness gave him a sense of safety, and he unexpectedly exclaimed: "Miss Tramore, I love you more than ever!""Then you ought to have come to see us," declared the girl, quickly walking on.
"You treated me the last time as if I were positively offensive to you.""So I did, but you know my reason."
"Because I protested against the course you were taking? I did, Idid!" the young man rang out, as if he still, a little, stuck to that.
His tone made Rose say gaily: "Perhaps you do so yet?""I can't tell till I've seen more of your circumstances," he replied with eminent honesty.
The girl stared; her light laugh filled the air."And it's in order to see more of them and judge that you wish to make my mother's acquaintance?"He coloured at this and he evaded; then he broke out with a confused "Miss Tramore, let me stay with you a little!" which made her stop again.
"Your company will do us great honour, but there must be a rigid condition attached to our acceptance of it.""Kindly mention it," said Captain Jay, staring at the facade of the cathedral.
"You don't take us on trial."
"On trial?"
"You don't make an observation to me--not a single one, ever, ever!--on the matter that, in Hill Street, we had our last words about."Captain Jay appeared to be counting the thousand pinnacles of the church."I think you really must be right," he remarked at last.
"There you are!" cried Rose Tramore, and walked rapidly away.
He caught up with her, he laid his hand upon her arm to stay her.
"If you're going to Venice, let me go to Venice with you!""You don't even understand my condition.""I'm sure you're right, then: you must be right about everything.""That's not in the least true, and I don't care a fig whether you're sure or not.Please let me go."He had barred her way, he kept her longer."I'll go and speak to your mother myself!"Even in the midst of another emotion she was amused at the air of audacity accompanying this declaration.Poor Captain Jay might have been on the point of marching up to a battery.She looked at him a moment; then she said: "You'll be disappointed!""Disappointed?"
"She's much more proper than grandmamma, because she's much more amiable.""Dear Miss Tramore--dear Miss Tramore!" the young man murmured helplessly.
"You'll see for yourself.Only there's another condition," Rose went on.
"Another?" he cried, with discouragement and alarm.
"You must understand thoroughly, before you throw in your lot with us even for a few days, what our position really is.""Is it very bad?" asked Bertram Jay artlessly.
"No one has anything to do with us, no one speaks to us, no one looks at us.""Really?" stared the young man.
"We've no social existence, we're utterly despised.""Oh, Miss Tramore!" Captain Jay interposed.He added quickly, vaguely, and with a want of presence of mind of which he as quickly felt ashamed: "Do none of your family--?" The question collapsed;the brilliant girl was looking at him.
"We're extraordinarily happy," she threw out.
"Now that's all I wanted to know!" he exclaimed, with a kind of exaggerated cheery reproach, walking on with her briskly to overtake her mother.
He was not dining at their inn, but he insisted on coming that evening to their table d'hote.He sat next Mrs.Tramore, and in the evening he accompanied them gallantly to the opera, at a third-rate theatre where they were almost the only ladies in the boxes.The next day they went together by rail to the Charterhouse of Pavia, and while he strolled with the girl, as they waited for the homeward train, he said to her candidly: "Your mother's remarkably pretty."She remembered the words and the feeling they gave her: they were the first note of new era.The feeling was somewhat that of an anxious, gratified matron who has "presented" her child and is thinking of the matrimonial market.Men might be of no use, as Mrs.