The Engagement
The night at Lady Emily's was by no means a first step into a new and
fashionable world. Mabel and Jean never doubted for a moment that they
were anything but spectators of that brilliant gathering. Even Adelaide
Maud was only a spectator. Lady Emily and her husband were different
from the world in which they moved because they had hobbies and minor
interests which they occasionally allowed to interfere with the usual
routine. Mr. Dudgeon had been known to skip a state banquet for a book
which he has just received. And Lady Emily would make such calls and
give such invitations as resulted in that wonderful little dinner party.
But as for any of her set being interested, why, there was no time for
that. Place something in their way, like Mabel sitting on a couch, part
of which Earl Knuptford desired to make use and one met a "belted Earl."
He became interested and dropped sentences pell-mell on Mabel's
astonished head. For days, Jean dreamed of large envelopes
arriving--"The Earl and Countess of Knuptford request," etc.
("You donkey, there's no countess," interjected Mabel.) The Earl would
as soon have thought of inviting the lamp post which brought his motor
to a full stop and his Lordship's gaze on it correspondingly. Bring
these people to a pause in front of something, and they might delay
themselves to interview it. But while one is not part of the machinery
which takes them on, there is no chance of continuing the acquaintance.
Adelaide Maud told them as much. It seemed to Mabel that Adelaide Maud
wanted them to know that though she lived in this world, she was by no
means of it. She enjoyed herself often quite as much in the shilling
seats. Her view of things did not prevent Mabel and Jean from
participating in benefits to be derived from the acquaintance of Lady
Emily. There ensued a happy time when they had seats at the Opera, of
which an autumn season was in full swing, of occasional concerts and
drives, and once they went with Lady Emily and Mr. Dudgeon far into the
country on a motor. For the rest, friends of their own looked them up,
and they had hardly a moment unfilled with practising which was not
devoted to going about and seeing the world of London. The Club
improved with acquaintance, and it was wonderful how the very girls who
annoyed Jean so much on her arrival became part of their very existence.
"We are so dull," she would write home, "because Violet has gone off for
the week end," or "We didn't go out because Ethel and Gertrude wanted us
to have tea with them."
Adelaide Maud left for home. That was the tragic note of their visit.
Then Cousin Harry turned up with his sister and her husband and offered
to run them over to Paris for Christmas. Here the cup overflowed.
Paris!
It was a new wrench for Mr. Leighton, who meant to get them home for
Christmas and if possible keep them there. But he knew that a trip with
Mrs. Boyne would be of another "seventh heaven" order, and once more he
gave way.
"Can you hold the fort a little longer?" wrote Mabel to Elma.
Elma held the fort.
She held it, wondering often what would come of it all. She was in the
position of a younger sister to one she did not love. Isobel chaperoned
her everywhere. They had reached a calm stage where they took each other
in quite a polite manner, but never were confidential at all. Mr. and
Mrs. Leighton saw the politeness and were relieved. They saw further,
and lamented Isobel's great friendship with the Merediths. It seemed to
Mr. Leighton that although he would much rather leave the affair alone,
that Isobel was in his care, that she was a handsome, magnificent girl,
and that she ought not to be offered calmly as a sort of second
sacrifice to the caprices of Robin. He spoke to her one evening very
gently about it when they were alone.
"I thought I ought to tell you," said Mr. Leighton, "that in a tacit
sort of manner, Mr. Meredith attached himself very closely to Mabel.
She was so young that I did not interfere, as now I am very much afraid
I ought to have done. It is a little difficult, you see, for your Aunt
in particular, who is asked on every side, 'I had understood that Mabel
was to marry Mr. Meredith.' I want you to know of course that Mabel
never will marry him now. I should see to that myself, if she had not
already told me that she had no desire to. He is not tied in any way,
except, as I consider, in the matter of honour. I did not interfere
before, but at present I am almost compelled to. I'm before everything
your guardian, my dear. I should like you to find a man worthy of
yourself."
He had done it as kindly as he knew how.
Isobel sat calmly gazing past him into the fire. There was no ruffling
of her features. Only a faint suggestion of power against which it
seemed luckless to fight.
"I knew a good deal of this, of course," she said.
"Oh." Mr. Leighton started slightly.
"Yes. But of course there is a similar tale of every man, and every
girl--wherever they are boxed up in a place of this size. Somebody has
to make love to somebody. I don't suppose Mr. Meredith thought of
marriage."
It seemed as though Mr. Leighton were the young, inexperienced person,
and that Isobel was the one to impart knowledge.
"In justice to Mr. Meredith, I do not know in the slightest what he
thought. That is where my case loses its point. I ought to have known.
I certainly, of course, think that I ought to know now."
"Oh," said Isobel. She rose very simply and looked as placid as a lake
on a calm morning. "That is very simple. Mr. Meredith intends to marry
me whenever I give him the opportunity."
Mr. Leighton was thunderstruck. At the bottom of his mind, he was
thankful now that "his girls" were away. Memories of the stumbling
block which the existence of Robin's sister had before occasioned made
him ask first, "Does Miss Meredith know?"
He spoke in quite a calm manner. It frustrated Isobel for the moment,
who had expected an outburst. She wavered slightly in her answer.
"I don't know," she said.
Mr. Leighton moved impatiently.
"That is just it," he said. "This young man makes tentative
arrangements and leaves out the important parties to it. Miss Meredith
is quite capable of upsetting her brother's plans. Do you know it?"
It seemed that Isobel did. It seemed that Miss Meredith was the one
person who could ruffle her. From that day of negligently answering and
partly snubbing her in the train, Isobel had showed a side of cool
indifference to Miss Meredith.
"I want you to know, Uncle, that I shall not consider Miss Meredith in
the slightest."
Could this be a young girl?
"Do you know what Mabel, what all of you did? You considered Miss
Meredith. What were the consequences? She gave Mabel away with both
hands. She wants her brother to marry Miss Dudgeon. He won't marry Miss
Dudgeon. He will marry me."
She rose slightly.
"And Miss Meredith won't have the slightest possible say in the matter."
Mr. Leighton looked rather pale. He flicked quietly the ash from his
cigar before answering her.
"It's a different way of dealing with people than I am accustomed to.
Will you keep your decision open for a little yet?"
"I shall, till summer, when we mean to be married."
There seemed to be no altering the fact that she was to be married.
"I should be so sorry if, while here with me--with all of us, you did
not find a man worthy of you."
"I won't change my mind," she said.
"And Robin?"
He had returned to the old term.
"He didn't change his mind before. Miss Meredith did it for him. I am
quite alive to the fact that if Miss Meredith hadn't interfered, and I
hadn't come, he would now be engaged to Mabel."
Mr. Leighton appeared dumbfoundered.
"Do you care very much for him?" he asked.
"Oh, yes." Isobel looked almost helplessly at him. "He isn't the man I
dreamed of, but he is mine, you know. It has come to that."
She sank on her knees beside him, her eyes blazing.
"Isn't it an indignity for me, as much as for Mabel, to take what she
didn't want? You say she doesn't want him. At first--oh! I only
desired to show my power. I always meant to marry a wealthier man. But
it's no use. He is a waverer, don't I know it. I see him calculating
whether I'm worth the racket. I see that--I! Isn't it deplorable! But
I mean to make a man of him. He never has been one before. And I mean
to marry him, Uncle."
Mr. Leighton smoked and smoked at his cigar. He was beginning at last
to fathom the nature that took what it wanted--with both hands.
"Isobel," he said gently, "let us drop all this question of Mabel. It
isn't that which comes upper-most, now. It's the question of what you
lose by marrying in this way. Don't you know that this dropping of Miss
Meredith, this way of 'paying her out,' you know, well, it may give you
Robin intact; but have you an idea what you may lose in the process? I
don't admire the girl, but--she is his sister. I have never known"--he
threw away his cigar--"I have never yet known of a happy, a really happy
marriage, where the happiness of two was built on the discomfiture of
others. Won't you reconsider the whole position of being down on Miss
Meredith, and paying everybody out who was concerned in Robin's affairs
before you knew him? Won't you try to make your wedding a happiness to
every one--even to Miss Meredith?"
"Oh," said Isobel, "I don't know that the average bride thinks much of
the happiness of relations. She has her trousseaux and the guests to be
invited, and all that sort of thing." She turned over a book which was
lying near. "I don't think I should have time for Miss Meredith," she
said coldly.
Mr. Leighton sat quite quietly.
"Will you be married here?" he asked.
A gleam came to Isobel's eyes.
"That would be nice," she said. There was the feeling of an answer to
an invitation in her voice.
"It's at your disposal," he said, "anything we can do for your
happiness."
"Is that to show that I do nothing for anybody else's?" Isobel was
really grateful.
"Perhaps." He said it rather sadly.
"I might make an endeavour over Sarah," she said.
"You know, from the first, the day you came in the train, you told us
you had ignored her, hadn't you? She nursed Robin through a long
illness. Saw him grow up and all that kind of thing. Never spared
herself in the matter of looking after him!"
"Well?" asked Isobel.
"Well," said Mr. Leighton, "it's rather pathetic, isn't it?"
The day was won in a partial manner; for Isobel promised she would try
to "ingratiate Sarah."
"It's the wrong way of putting it, but it may make a beginning," said
Mr. Leighton.
He further insisted on seeing Robin. That was a bad half-hour for every
one, but for no one so particularly as for Robin. He had evaded so many
things with Mr. Leighton, and for once he found that gentler nature
adamant.
Nothing went quite so much against this gentler nature as having to
arrange matters for Isobel. So Robin discovered. Yet already it made
what Isobel called "a man of him." He was a man to be ruled, and Mabel
had placed herself under his ruling. Here was the real mischief.
Isobel would take him firmly in hand.
The girls were greatly mystified, Elma horrified. They had orders to
take the news of Isobel's engagement as though it might be an expected
event, and certainly no sign was given that it was in the nature of a
surprise. Jean could not understand Mabel when the news arrived. She
laughed and sang and kissed Jean as though the world had suddenly become
happy throughout.
"I thought you would have been cut up," said Jean disconsolately.
"Cut up! Why they are made for one another," cried Mabel. "Isobel,
calm and firm, Robin, wavering and admiring, nothing could be better.
But oh--oh--I want to see how Sarah takes it."
They had a particular grind just then, for now they were getting into
spring, and it would soon be time for making that triumphant passage
home of which they had so often dreamed. They lived for that now, but
none lived for it more devotedly than Elma.
Isobel's engagement cut her further and further away from enjoying
anything very much. She had always the feeling of cold critical eyes
being on her. She often congratulated herself on having got over the
stage where she used long words in quite their wrong sense. Isobel's
proximity in these days would have been dreadful.
Miss Grace also seemed downhearted. It had been a trying winter for
her, yet no actual evidence of ill-health had asserted itself. She was
concerned about Elma too, who seemed to be losing what the others were
gaining by being away, that just development which comes from happy
experience. Elma plodded and played, but her bright little soul only
came out unfledged of fear at Miss Grace's.
At last one day Miss Grace's face lit.
"My dear, your gift is composition."
Nobody ever had thought of it before. Elma's expression lightened to a
transforming radiance.
"Oh, I wonder if I ever could get lessons," she cried.
They discovered a chance, through correspondence. So Elma held the fort,
and tried to grapple single-handed with musical composition.
"If only I could compose an anthem before Mabel and Jean get home," she
said one day.
"Heavens, Elma, you aren't going to die?" asked Betty.