"I went last night with Van Vreeswijck to hear Brauws speak
at Diligentia," said Van der Welcke, one morning. "The fellow's
inspired. He speaks extempore and magnificently; he's an orator. A
splendid fellow, the way he spoke: it was astounding.... I knew
him years ago at Leiden. He was a queer chap even then. He did
not belong to any particular club, not to ours either: his family
is nothing out of the way. His father has a factory, I believe,
somewhere in Overijssel. He himself has nothing of the tradesman
about him. He used to coach us dull beggars and help us get up our
examinations. I should never have passed without him. He knows about
everything, he's not only good at law. He's read everything; he has a
tremendous memory. He's travelled a lot and done all sorts of things,
but I can't find out exactly what. Now he's lecturing. This evening,
he's lecturing in Amsterdam. I asked him to dinner, but he refuses
to come, says he's shy with ladies. Silly fellow!"
The newspapers printed lengthy reports of Brauws' speeches on
Peace. He spoke in all the large Dutch towns and in many of the
smaller ones. When he was to speak at the Hague for the second time,
Van der Welcke said, excitedly:
"Constance, you must absolutely go and hear Brauws this evening. He's
grand. You know, I can never listen to any one for more than a quarter
of an hour...."
"Nor I for more than three minutes," said Paul, who was there. "But
I love to talk for an hour on end myself."
"But Brauws: the fellow electrifies you. Though I think that Peace
idea of his all rot. But that makes no difference: the chap speaks
magnificently.... I'm dining with Van Vreeswijck and we're going
on together."
Paul asked Constance to go with him. That evening, the little hall
of Diligentia--the proceeds were to go to the fund for the Boer
wounded--was full: Constance and Paul had difficulty in finding seats.
"All sorts of people," Paul observed. "A curious audience. An olla
podrida of every set in the Hague. Here and there, the very select
people have turned up, no doubt brought by Van Vreeswijck: look, there
are the Van der Heuvel Steijns; and there's the French minister;
and there, as I live, is Van Naghel, with his colleague from the
Treasury.... And look, there's Isidore the hairdresser.... A bit of
everything, a bit of everything.... How brotherly and sisterly the
Hague has become this evening: it makes me feel quite sentimental!"
Brauws made his entrance, to faint applause.
"The fellow's not in evening-dress; he's wearing a frock-coat. I
suppose he's playing the demagogue or the preacher."
But he had to stop, for Brauws at once began to speak from the
rostrum. He had nothing with him, not a note; and his voice was firm
but very gentle. He began with a masterly exposition of the present
political situation, sketching it in broad outlines, like an enormous
picture, for all those people in front of him. His voice became
clearer; his eyes looked through the hall, steady and bright, like two
shining stars. Constance, who seldom read any political news, listened,
was at once interested, wondered vaguely for a moment that she lived
like that, from day to day, without knowing the times in which she
lived. The present took shape before her in those few sentences of
Brauws'. Then he spoke of Peace, which would be essential sooner or
later, which was already making its joyous way into the mind of the
nations, even though they were actually still waging war upon one
another. It was as though wide and radiant vistas opened under his
words; and his voice, at first so gentle, now rang through the hall,
triumphantly confirming the glad tidings. He spoke without pausing,
for two hours on end; and, when he stopped, the hall was breathless
for a moment, the audience forgot to cheer. Then indeed applause
burst forth, jubilant; but by that time Brauws was gone. They called
him back, but he did not return; and the audience streamed out.
Constance and Paul were in the crush, when they saw Van Vreeswijck
and Van der Welcke behind them.
"Mevrouw," said Van Vreeswijck, bowing. "What do you think of our
friend?"
"Wonderful," said Constance, excitedly.
"The fellow speaks well," said Paul, "but he is too earnest. He means
all he says. People don't like that in the long run."
Van der Welcke protested vehemently, as he pushed through the
close-packed crowd, and declared that he was converted, that he
believed in Peace.
They reached the street: the hum of the crowd floated through the
wintry air.
"How excited our stolid Haguers are!" said Paul.
"There's our man," said Van Vreeswijck.
"Yes, there he is!" exclaimed Van der Welcke.
And he darted forwards, stopped Brauws, who was walking fast and saw
nobody, and seized his hand. The others drew near. Van Vreeswijck,
out of politeness, stayed by Constance, waved his hand to Brauws. Van
der Welcke was in a great state of excitement:
"Where are you going?" they heard him ask Brauws. "To the Witte?"
"No, my dear fellow, home."
"Home? Can you go home now? Won't you come to the Witte? I say,
do let me introduce you to my wife, to my brother-in-law...."
Brauws started:
"No, Hans, honestly.... No, no.... What's the good?..."
Constance heard and could not help smiling. She walked on with Van
Vreeswijck and Paul.
"Yes, yes," Van der Welcke insisted.
Brauws no doubt realized that Constance had heard, for he said,
in a voice of despair:
"Very well then, Hans...."
"Constance! Paul!" cried Van der Welcke, proud of his friend, and
caught them up.
He would have liked to introduce Brauws to the whole world, to the
whole audience streaming out of Diligentia.
"Let me introduce you: my friend, Max Brauws; my wife; my
brother-in-law, Van Lowe."
They shook hands. Brauws remained standing in front of Constance,
shyly and awkwardly. She tried to pay him a compliment that would
not sound too obvious; and, like the tactful woman that she was, she
succeeded. Paul also said something; they walked on, Van Vreeswijck
silently amused at Van der Welcke's excitement and Brauws' awkwardness.
"And are you really going home? Won't you come to the Witte?" Van
der Welcke urged, in imploring tones.
"My dear Hans, what would you have me do at the Witte?"
"So you're going home."
"Yes, I'm going home, but I'll walk a bit of the way with you."
And, wishing to appear polite, he bowed vaguely to Constance, but
said nothing more.
It was a delightful winter evening, with a sharp frost and a sky full
of twinkling stars.
"I love walking," said Constance. "When I've heard anything
fine--music, a play, or a speech like to-night's--I would much rather
walk than rattle home in a cab."
"My dear fellow!" cried Van der Welcke, still bubbling over with
enthusiasm. "You've converted me! I believe in it, I believe in that
Peace of yours!"
Brauws gave a sudden bellow.
"There, now the chap's laughing at me again!" said Van der Welcke,
in an injured tone.
"Well," said Brauws, "shall I come and fetch you in a motor to-morrow,
to reward you?"
They all laughed this time.
"Have you got one?" cried Van der Welcke, delightedly.
"No, but I can hire one," said Brauws. "And then you can drive."
"Can you hire one? Can you hire one?" cried Van der Welcke, in
delighted amazement. "And may I really drive?"
And forgetting all about Peace, he was soon eagerly discussing
motor-cars and motor-cycles....
When they reached the Kerkhoflaan, Constance asked:
"Won't you all come in?"
Van Vreeswijck and Paul said that they would be glad to come and have
a glass of wine; but Brauws said:
"Mevrouw, it's so late...."
"Not for us."
"Come along, Max," said Van der Welcke.
But Brauws laughed his queer, soft laugh and said:
"What's the good of my coming in?..."
And he went off, with a shy bow. They all laughed.
"Really, Brauws is impossible," said Van Vreeswijck, indignantly.
"And he's forgotten to tell me at what time he's coming for me with
his old sewing-machine...."
But next day, very early, in the misty winter morning, the "machine"
came puffing and snorting and exploding down the Kerkhoflaan and
stopped at Van der Welcke's door with a succession of deep-drawn
sighs and spasmodic gasps, as if to take breath after its exertions;
and this monster as it were of living and breathing iron, odorous of
petrol--the acrid smell of its sweat--was soon surrounded by a little
group of butchers'-boys and orange-hawkers. Brauws stepped out; and,
as Constance happened to be coming downstairs, she received him.
"I'm not fit to be seen, mevrouw. In these 'sewing-machines,' as Hans
calls them, one becomes unpresentable at once."
He was shy, looked out at the gasping motor-car and smiled at the
crowd that had gathered round:
"I'm causing quite a tumult outside your door."
"They ought to be used to 'sewing-machines' at the Hague by now."
"That's a very graphic word of Hans'."
They both laughed. She thought his laugh attractive and his voice
soft and restful to listen to.
"Mevrouw," he said, suddenly, overcoming his bashfulness, "I hope
you were not angry that I was so ungracious yesterday?..."
"But you weren't at all ungracious."
"Yes, I was, very. But what excuse can I make? I have lost the habit
... of just talking...."
She smiled:
"To ladies," she said, jokingly.
"Yes, about nothing ... you know ... small talk...."
"You really needn't apologize, Mr. Brauws. You had already said so
many delightful things last night that I can quite understand...."
"Yes, but I have said nothing this morning and...."
"You wouldn't know what to say ... about nothing. But please don't
trouble ... and make yourself at home. Henri will be down in a minute;
he is very worried at not being ready."
In fact, they heard Van der Welcke upstairs, dressing excitedly;
he was rushing madly round his room and shouting:
"Addie! Addie! Pick me out a tie! Do be quick, boy!"
And Constance rose to go. Brauws stopped her:
"Mevrouw," he said, hurriedly, "Hans asked me to dinner."
"And you refused...."
"Well, you see, I'm such a bear. Don't be angry and don't let Hans
be angry either and let me come and dine with you one day."
"So you're inviting yourself?"
"Yes."
"Very well; we shall be delighted to see you. When will you come?"
"Whenever you like."
"To-morrow?"
"With great pleasure."
"Would you rather come alone, or shall I ask Van Vreeswijck to
meet you?"
"Yes, certainly, Van Vreeswijck...."
"And nobody else."
"No, nobody. But I mustn't dictate to you."
"Why shouldn't you, in this case?"
Van der Welcke came rushing down the stairs, followed by Addie:
"This is jolly of you, Max! Let's have a look at the old machine. She's
a first-rater! And here's my boy.... Addie, eat a bit of bread and
butter, quick; then we'll drop you at your school."
Addie laughed, quietly ate his bread and butter without sitting down:
"I've lots of time," he said.
"So much the better ... we'll drive you round a bit first. Quick,
quick! Take your bread and butter with you in your hand!"
He rushed like a madman through the dining-room and hall, hunted
for his hat, couldn't find it, shouted up the stairs, made Truitje
look all over the place for his gloves, created a breezy draught all
through the house. At last, he was ready:
"If only I can manage the old sewing-machine! ... Tock-tock-tock-tock,
tock-tock-tock-tock!... Good-bye, Constance...."
He shoved Addie in front of him, made him get into the car, settled
himself:
"We're off, Brauws!"
"Good-bye, mevrouw. Till to-morrow then!"
He ran out. Constance looked out of the window: they drove off, with
Addie between them, waving his hand to her, while Brauws was showing
Van der Welcke--much too quick, too wild, too impatient--how to work
the "sewing-machine" and obviously asking him to be careful....