Next morning Theo went in the landau to fetch his step-mother from
the station at half-past eleven.
Van Oudijck, who was in the habit of taking the police-cases at that
hour, had made no suggestion to his son; but, when from his office he
saw Theo step into the carriage and drive off, he thought it nice of
the boy. He had idolized Theo as a child, had spoilt him as a lad,
had often come into conflict with him as a young man; but the old
paternal fondness still often flickered up in him, irresistibly. At
this moment he loved his son better than Doddie, who had maintained
her sulky attitude that morning and had put no flowers in his wife's
room, so that he had ordered Kario to see to them. He now felt sorry
that he had not said a kind word to Theo for some days and he resolved
to mend matters at once. The boy was scatter-brained: in three years
he had been employed on at least five different coffee-plantations;
now he was once more without a berth and was hanging around at home,
looking out for something else.
Theo had not long to wait at the station before the train arrived. He
at once saw Mrs. van Oudijck and the two little boys, René and
Ricus--two little half-castes, as compared with himself--whom she was
bringing back from Batavia for the long holidays, and her maid, Oorip.
Theo helped his step-mother to alight; the station-master offered
a respectful greeting to the wife of his resident. She nodded in
return with her queenly smile. Still smiling, a trifle ambiguously,
she allowed her step-son to kiss her on the cheek. She was a tall
woman, with a fair complexion and fair hair; she had turned thirty
and possessed the languid dignity of women born in Java, daughters of
European parents on both sides. Something about her attracted attention
at once. It was perhaps her white skin, her creamy complexion, her
very light fair hair, her strange grey eyes, which were sometimes a
little pinched and always wore an ambiguous expression, or it might
be her eternal smile, sometimes very sweet and charming and often
insufferable and tiresome. One could never tell at the first sight of
her whether she concealed anything behind that glance, whether there
was any depth, any soul behind it, or whether it was merely her look
and her laugh, both of them slightly equivocal. Soon, however, one
perceived an observant indifference in her smiles, as though there
were very little that she cared for, as though it would hardly matter
to her should the heavens fall, as though she would watch the event
with a smile.
Her gait was leisurely. She wore a pink piqué skirt and bolero, a white
satin ribbon round her waist and a white sailor-hat with a white satin
bow; and her summer travelling-costume was very smart, compared with
that of a couple of other ladies on the platform, lounging in stiffly
starched washing-frocks that looked like night-dresses, with tulle hats
topped with feathers! And, in her very European aspect, perhaps that
leisurely walk, that languid dignity was the only Indian characteristic
that distinguished her from a woman newly arrived from Holland.
Theo had given her his arm and she let him lead her to the carriage,
the "chariot," followed by the two dark little brothers. She had been
away two months. She had a nod and a smile for the station-master; she
had a nod for the coachman and the groom; and she took her seat slowly,
a languid, fair sultana, still smiling. The three step-sons followed
her into the carriage; the maid rode behind in a dog-cart. Mrs. van
Oudijck looked out once or twice and thought Labuwangi unchanged. But
she said nothing. She turned away slowly, languidly leaning back. Her
face displayed a certain satisfaction, but especially that radiant,
laughing indifference, as though nothing could harm her, as though
she were protected by a mysterious force. There was something strong
about this woman, something powerful in her sheer indifference; there
was something invulnerable about her. She looked as though life would
have no hold on her, neither on her complexion nor on her soul. She
looked as though she were incapable of suffering; and it seemed
as though she smiled and were thus contented because no sickness,
no suffering, no poverty, no misery existed for her. An irradiation
of glittering egoism encompassed her. And yet she was, for the most
part, lovable. She was charming and prepossessing because she was so
pretty. This woman, with her sparkling self-satisfaction, was loved,
whatever people might say about her. When she spoke, when she laughed,
she was disarming and, even more, engaging. This was despite, and,
perhaps, just because of her unfathomable indifference. She took
an interest only in her own body and her own soul: everything else,
everything, was totally indifferent to her. Unable to give anything of
her soul, she was incapable of feeling save for herself, but she smiled
so peacefully and enchantingly that she was always thought lovable,
adorable. It was perhaps because of the contour of her cheeks, the
strange ambiguity of her glance, her ineffaceable smile, the elegance
of her figure, the tone of her voice and her knack of always hitting
on the right word. If at first one thought her insufferable, she did
not notice it and simply made herself absolutely charming. If anyone
was jealous, she did not notice it and just praised, intuitively,
indifferently--for she did not care in the least--something in which
that other had thought herself deficient. She could admire with the
sweetest expression on her face a dress which she thought hideous;
and, because she was so completely indifferent, she betrayed no
insincerity afterwards and did not gainsay her admiration. Her vital
power was her boundless indifference. She had accustomed herself to
do everything that she felt inclined to do, but she smiled as she did
it; and, however people might talk behind her back, she remained so
correct in her behaviour, so bewitching, that they forgave her. She
was not loved while she was not seen; but so soon as people saw her,
she had won back all that she had lost. Her husband worshipped her;
her step-children--she had no children of her own--could not help
being fond of her, despite themselves; her servants were all under
the influence of her charm. She never grumbled; she gave an order
with a word and the thing was done. If something went wrong, if
something was broken, her smile died away for a moment ... and that
was all. And if her own moral or physical interests were in danger,
she was generally able to avoid the danger and settle things to
her advantage, without even allowing her smile to fade. But she had
gathered this personal interest so closely about her that she could
usually control its circumstances. No destiny seemed to weigh upon this
woman. Her indifference was radiant, was absolutely indifferent, devoid
of contempt, or envy, or emotion: it was merely indifference. And the
tact with which, instinctively, without ever giving much thought to
it, she guided and ruled her life was so great that possibly if she
had lost everything that she now possessed--her beauty, her position,
for instance--she would still contrive to remain indifferent, in her
incapacity for suffering.
The carriage drove into the residency-grounds just as the police
cases were beginning. The native assessor was already with Van
Oudijck in the office; the chief constable and the police led the
procession of the accused; the natives tripped along, holding on to
the corners of one another's jackets; but the few women among them
walked alone. They all squatted in waiting under a banyan tree, at a
short distance from the steps of the office. A messenger, hearing the
clock in the verandah, struck half-past twelve on the great bell by
the lodge. The loud stroke reverberated like a brazen voice through
the scorching mid-day heat. But Van Oudijck had heard the sound
of the carriage-wheels and let the native magistrate wait: he went
to welcome his wife. His face brightened; he kissed her tenderly,
effusively, asked how she was. He was glad to see the boys back. And,
remembering what he had been thinking about Theo, he found a kind
word for his first-born. Doddie, her little mouth still pouting and
sulky, kissed mamma. Mrs. van Oudijck allowed herself to be kissed,
resignedly, smilingly; she returned the kisses calmly, without coldness
or warmth, just doing what she had to do. Her husband, Theo and Doddie
admired her perceptibly, and audibly said that she was looking well;
Doddie asked where mamma had got that pretty travelling-dress. In
her room she noticed the flowers, and, as she knew that Van Oudijck
always saw to these, she gently stroked his arm.
The resident went back to his office, where the assessor was waiting;
the hearing began. Pushed along by a policeman, the accused came
one by one and squatted on the steps, outside the office-door,
while the assessor squatted on a mat and the resident sat at his
writing-table. During the first case, Van Oudijck was still listening
to his wife's voice in the middle gallery, when the prisoner, defending
himself, gave a loud cry of:
"No, no!"
The resident knitted his brows and listened attentively....
The voice in the middle gallery ceased. Mrs. van Oudijck had gone to
take off her things and put on her native dress for lunch. She wore
the dress gracefully: a Solo sarong, a transparent kabaai, jewelled
pins, white leather slippers with a little white bow. She was just
ready when Doddie came to her door and said:
"Mamma! Mamma!... Mrs. van Does is here!"
The smile died away for a moment; the soft eyes looked dark.
"I'll come at once, dear...."
But she sat down instead; Oorip, the maid, sprinkled some scent on
her handkerchief. Mrs. van Oudijck put up her feet and lay musing,
after the fatigue of her journey. She found Labuwangi desperately dull
after Batavia, where she had spent two months staying with relations
and friends, free and untrammelled by obligations. Here, as the wife
of the resident, she had certain duties, though she delegated most of
them to the secretary's wife. She felt tired in herself, out of sorts,
dissatisfied. Despite her complete indifference, she was human enough
to have her silent moods, in which she wished everything at the bottom
of the sea. At one time she suddenly longed to do something mad,
at another she vaguely longed for Paris.... She would never let any
one see all this. She was able to control herself; and she controlled
herself now, before making her appearance again. Her vague Bacchanalian
longings melted away in her fatigue. She stretched herself out at
greater ease. She mused, with eyes almost closed. Through her almost
superhuman indifference a curious fancy sometimes crept, hidden from
the world. She preferred to live in her bedroom her life of fragrant
imagination, especially after her month in Batavia. After one of
those months of perversity, she felt a need to let her vagrant,
rosy imaginings rise like a whirling mist before her half-closed
eyes. There was in her otherwise utterly barren soul as it were an
unnatural growth of little azure flowers, which she cherished with the
only feeling that she could ever experience. She felt for no living
creature, but she felt for those little flowers. It was delicious to
dream like this of what she would have liked to be if she were not
compelled to be what she was. Her fancies rose in a whirling mist:
she saw a white palace, with little cupids everywhere....
"Mamma ... do come! Mrs. van Does is here, Mrs. van Does, with two
stoppered bottles...."
It was Doddie, at the door. Léonie van Oudijck stood up and went to
the back verandah, where the Indian lady was sitting, the wife of
the postmaster. She kept cows and sold milk. But she also drove other
trades. She was a stout woman, rather dark-skinned, with a prominent
stomach; she wore a very simple little kabaai with a narrow band of
lace round it; and she sat stroking her stomach with her fat hands. In
front of her, on the table, stood two small phials, with something
glittering in them. What was it, Mrs. van Oudijck wondered: sugar,
crystals? Then she suddenly remembered....
Mrs. van Does said that she was glad to see her again. Two months
away from Labuwangi. Too bad, Mrs. van Oudijck! And she pointed to
the bottles. Mrs. van Oudijck smiled. What was inside them?
With a great air of mystery, Mrs. van Does laid a fat, double-jointed
forefinger on one of the jam-pots and said:
"Diamonds!"
"Oh, really?" said Mrs. van Oudijck.
Doddie, wide-eyed, and Theo, greatly amused stared at the stoppered
bottles.
"Yes ... you know ... that lady's, of whom I spoke to you.... She
doesn't want her name mentioned. Poor thing, her husband once a great
swell ... and now ... yes, so unfortunate; she has nothing left! All
gone. Only these two little bottles. Had all her jewels unset and
keeps the stones in the bottles. All counted. She trusts them to me
to sell. Know her through my milk-business. Will you look at, Mrs. van
Oudijck, yes? Lovely stones! The residèn he buy for you, now you back
home again. Doddie, give me a bit of black stuff: velvet best...."
Doddie sent the seamstress to fetch a bit of black velvet from a
cupboard of odds and ends. A boy brought glasses with tamarind-syrup
and ice. Mrs. van Does, holding a little pair of tongs in her
double-jointed fingers, laid a couple of stones carefully on the
velvet:
"Ah!" she cried. "Look at that water, mevrouw! Ser-per-len-did!"
Mrs. van Oudijck looked on. She gave her most charming smile and then
said, in her gentle voice:
"That stone is not real, dear mevrouw."
"Not real?" screamed Mrs. van Does. "Not real?"
Mrs. van Oudijck looked at the other stones:
"And those others, mevrouw," stooping attentively: then, in her most
charming tones, "those others ... they too are paste."
Mrs. van Does looked at her with delight. Then she said to Doddie
and Theo, archly:
"That mamma of yours ... oh, so shrewd! She sees at once!"
And she laughed aloud. They all laughed. Mrs. van Does returned the
stones to the bottle:
"A joke, yes, mevrouw? I only wanted to see if you understood. I give
you my word, of course: I should never have sold them to you.... But
there ... look!..."
And now solemnly, almost religiously, she opened the other little
phial, which contained only a few stones, and placed them lovingly
on the black velvet.
"That one would be splendid ... for a pendant," said Mrs. van Oudijck,
gazing at a very large brilliant.
"There, what did I tell you?" said the Indian lady.
And they all gazed at the diamonds, at the real ones, which came out
of the "real" bottle, and held them up carefully to the light.
Mrs. van Oudijck saw that they were all real:
"I really have no money, dear mevrouw!" she said.
"This big one ... for a pendant ... six hundred guilders. [2] ... A
bargain, I assure you, mevrouw!"
"Oh, mevrouw, never!"
"How much then? You are doing a charity if you buy. Poor thing,
her husband once a great swell, Indian Council."
"Two hundred."
"Oh dear! What next? Two hundred guilders!"
"Two hundred and fifty, but no more. I really have no money."
"The residèn!" whispered Mrs. van Does, catching sight of Van
Oudijck, who, now that the cases were finished, was coming to the
back verandah. "The residèn ... he buy for you!"
Mrs. van Oudijck smiled and looked at the sparkling drop of light on
the black velvet. She liked jewels, she was not altogether indifferent
to diamonds. And she looked at her husband:
"Mrs. van Does is showing us a lot of beautiful things," she said,
caressingly.
Van Oudijck felt an inward shock. He was never pleased to see Mrs. van
Does in his house. She always had something to sell: at one time,
richly embroidered counterpanes; at another time, a pair of woven
slippers; at another, magnificent but very expensive table-slips,
with golden flowers in batik on yellow glazed linen. Mrs. van Does
always brought something with her, was always in touch with the wives
of erstwhile "great swells," whom she helped by selling their things
for a very high commission. A morning call from Mrs. van Does cost him
each time at least a few rix-dollars and very often fifty guilders,
for his wife had a calm habit of always buying things which she did not
need but which she was too indifferent to refuse to buy of Mrs. van
Does. He did not see the two bottles at once, but he saw the drop of
light on the black velvet and he understood that the visit would cost
him more than fifty guilders this time, unless he was very firm:
"Mevrouwtje!" he exclaimed, in dismay. "It's the end of the month:
there's no question of buying diamonds to-day! And bottles full
too!" he added, with a stare, when he now saw them glittering on the
table, among the glasses of tamarind-syrup.
"Oh, that residèn!" laughed Mrs. van Does, as though a resident were
bound to be always well off.
Van Oudijck hated that little laugh. His household cost him every
month a few odd hundred guilders above his salary; and he was living
beyond his income, was in debt. His wife never troubled herself
with money matters; for these more especially she reserved her most
smiling indifference.
She made the diamond sparkle in the sun and shoot forth a blue ray.
"It's a beauty ... for two hundred and fifty," said Mrs. van Oudijck.
"For three hundred then, dear mevrouw...."
"Three hundred?" she asked, dreamily, playing with the gem.
Whether it cost three hundred or four or five hundred was all one
to her. It left her wholly indifferent. But she liked the stone and
meant to have it, at whatever price. And therefore she quietly put
the stone down and said:
"No, dear mevrouw, really ... it's too expensive; and my husband has
no money."
She said it so prettily that there was no guessing her intention. She
was adorably self-sacrificing as she spoke the words. Van Oudijck
felt a second inward shock. He could refuse his wife nothing.
"Mevrouw," he said, "you can leave the stone ... for three hundred
guilders. But for God's sake take your bottles away with you!"
Mrs. van Does looked up delightedly:
"There, what did I tell you? I knew for certain the residèn would
buy for you!..."
Mrs. van Oudijck looked up in gentle reproach:
"But, Otto!" she said: "How can you?"
"Do you like the stone?"
"Yes, it's beautiful.... But such a lot of money! For one diamond!"
And she drew her husband's hand towards her and suffered him to
kiss her on the forehead, because he had been permitted to buy her
a three-hundred-guilder diamond. Doddie and Theo stood winking at
each other.