"A TOUCH OF THE TARTAR"
Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
--Romeo and Juliet.
When you doubt, abstain.
--Zoroaster
Malcolm gave a slight start of dismay. Mrs. Godfrey's manner conveyed
more than her words; in spite of his secret prejudice, he was not
prepared for so strong an expression of disapproval. She was a woman of
sound judgment, and very charitable in her estimate of people, and he
knew that he could rely on her opinion. Her intuitions were seldom at
fault. Whether she blamed or praised it was always with rare
discrimination and perfect justice, and she was never impulsive or rash
in her verdicts.
There was a moment's silence. A blackbird, evidently attracted by Mrs.
Godfrey's clear, resonant voice, had perched on the stone parapet
beside them and watched them in bright-eyed curiosity. Then, as Malcolm
moved his arm, it flew off, with clucking notes of warning, to rejoin
its mate.
"I am rather troubled to hear you say this," began Malcolm. "Will you
tell me all you know about these people?"
"That is just the difficulty," returned Mrs. Godfrey slowly. "No one
seems to know much about them. Even Mrs. Sinclair, who has taken them
up so lately, knows scarcely anything of their antecedents. As far as I
remember, Mrs. Sinclair asked me one day if I were not going to call on
the Jacobis. 'They are perfectly charming,' were her words. 'They are a
brother and a sister who have taken Beechcroft for the season. They
seem wealthy people and live in good style, and Miss Jacobi is one of
the handsomest women I have ever seen.'"
"And this was all?" as Mrs. Godfrey paused.
"It was all I could gather. Mr. Sinclair certainly told Alick that he
understood that Mr. Jacobi had made his money in business--something
connected with a mining company, he believed. But no one seemed to know
exactly, and the Jacobis are rather reticent about their own concerns.
They seem to have a large visiting-list, and to know some big people."
"And Miss Jacobi called here?"
"Yes, Mrs. Sinclair brought her; but I confess I was somewhat
embarrassed by the visit--it has placed me in an awkward predicament. I
have no wish to make their acquaintance, but I cannot well be
unneighbourly; one meets them everywhere, so Alick tells me that I must
get rid of my insular prejudices and leave our cards at Beechcroft."
"It must be an awful nuisance," replied Malcolm sympathetically.
"Oh, I don't know; Miss Jacobi is very civil and pleasant. She is
rather a reserved sort of woman, but remarkably good-looking, and she
dresses beautifully. I am afraid," with a laugh, "all you gentlemen
will lose your hearts to her. Even Alick raves about her. He declares
they must be Italian Jews, although they have lived in England and
America all their lives. Miss Jacobi has certainly rather a Jewish type
of face, and she has the clear olive complexion of the Italian. Well,
you will see them for yourself on Sunday, for they are regular
church-goers, though Mr. Jacobi's behaviour during service is not
always edifying. They have seats near us, and it irritates me
dreadfully to see him lounging and yawning while other people are
saying their prayers."
"Does Miss Jacobi lounge too?" in an amused tone.
"No, she behaves far better than her brother. I must confess to you,
Mr. Herrick, that I am rather prejudiced against Mr. Jacobi. I do not
like either his face or his manners; his eyes are too close together,
and this, in my opinion, gives him rather a crafty look; and in manner
he is self-assertive and ostentatious."
"I know what you mean," returned Malcolm with a laugh; "he spells me
and mine with a capital M." Mrs. Godfrey nodded.
"Mrs. Sinclair tells me that the brother and sister are devoted to each
other, but that Miss Jacobi seems to defer to her brother's opinion in
everything. But there, I have told you all I know, and you must find
out the rest for yourself."
"I shall keep my eyes open, I assure you," was Malcolm's reply. And
then he continued in a perplexed tone, "How on earth did Cedric get
hold of them?" But as Mrs. Godfrey could not answer this, Malcolm
allowed the subject to drop. In his case forewarned was forearmed, and
but for his promise to Dinah and his very real concern for Cedric, he
would have given the Jacobis a wide berth.
It was only natural, however, that his curiosity should be strongly
excited by this conversation, and when on the following morning they
took their seats in church, his attention wandered at the sound of
every footstep in the aisle.
The service had commenced before the vacant seats near them were
occupied. Malcolm had a momentary glimpse of a tall, graceful-looking
figure, in soft, diaphanous raiment, that seemed to pass them very
swiftly; he even caught a strange, subtle fragrance that seemed to
linger in the air; and then they all knelt down and Miss Jacobi buried
her face in her hands, and her brother removed his lavender kid gloves
with elaborate care as though Saul Jacobi had nothing in common with
the rest of the miserable sinners. During the rest of the service
Malcolm had plenty of opportunity for studying his physiognomy, for he
turned round more than once and encountered Malcolm's eyes.
He was certainly handsome in his way. His features were good, though of
the pronounced Jewish type; but his dark, brilliant eyes had a shifty
look in them--probably, as Mrs. Godfrey suggested, from their being set
a little closely together. In age he appeared to be between thirty and
forty.
He could see little of Miss Jacobi except the dark, glossy coil of hair
under her hat; for during the entire service she was as motionless as a
statue, and never once turned her face in Malcolm's direction--even
when her brother spoke to her she answered without looking at him.
Whether Miss Jacobi was a devout worshipper or a mere automaton was not
for him to judge; she might have her own reasons for not joining in the
singing.
Colonel Godfrey was always a little fussy about his hat in church, and
so it was that Malcolm and Mrs. Godfrey were still in their places when
the Jacobis passed their pew. Malcolm seized his opportunity and looked
well at Miss Jacobi, but she did not appear to notice him.
She was certainly a most striking-looking woman. Indeed, Malcolm's
trained eye was obliged to confess that she was really beautiful. The
features were perfect, and the clear olive complexion, just flushed
with heat, was wonderfully effective, while the large, melancholy eyes
were full of a strange, flashing light.
"What a superb creature!" was Malcolm's first unuttered thought. His
second showed his keen insight--"But it is not a happy face, and with
all its beauty, there is no restfulness of expression."
Colonel Godfrey was still brushing his hat in the anxious manner
peculiar to the well-dressed Englishman when they reached the porch. To
Malcolm's surprise he saw Miss Jacobi and her brother in animated
conversation with a little group of ladies, made up of Etheridges and
Sinclairs. Malcolm, who knew them all, was at once greeted as an old
acquaintance, and, to Mrs. Godfrey's secret amusement, the Jacobis were
introduced to him. Miss Jacobi bowed to him in rather a grave, reserved
manner, but her brother shook hands with real or assumed cordiality.
"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr. Herrick," he observed
volubly. "We have a mutual friend, I believe. What a capital fellow
Templeton is--charming--charming! We are going to put him up at our
diggings for a few days;" and then before Malcolm could answer, some
one tapped Mr. Jacobi on the shoulder and asked him a question, and
Malcolm found himself beside Miss Jacobi.
"Mr. Templeton is an intimate friend of yours, is he not?" she asked
carelessly. Her voice was very full and rich, but she spoke slowly, as
though she were accustomed to weigh each word. It struck Malcolm that
she listened with some intentness to his answer.
"Oh yes, we are very good friends," he returned with studied
indifference.
"Mr. Templeton is more demonstrative," she said with a curiously grave
smile that seemed habitual to her. "He sings your praises, Mr. Herrick;
you would be amused to hear him. It is so refreshing to find any one
natural and unconventional in this world; but he is so nice and
frank--a nice boy," with a low laugh that showed her white teeth. Mr.
Jacobi turned round at the sound.
"Come, Leah," he said impatiently; "the horses are tired of standing,
and I want my luncheon." Miss Jacobi bowed in rather a hurried fashion
and at once rejoined her brother. Malcolm looked after the mail phaeton
as it dashed down the road, but he made no response as Mr. Jacobi waved
his whip to him in an airy fashion.
"Well, Mr. Herrick," said Mrs. Godfrey quietly, "I suppose I may ask
your opinion now?"
"I do not think I am anxious for a further acquaintance," returned
Malcolm grimly. "The big M's are too much in evidence for my taste. I
suppose I am a bit of a misanthrope, but I hate to be
hail-fellow-well-met with every one. Why, that fellow Jacobi actually
patronised me, patted me on the back, don't you know. He might have
known me for six months."
"I call that sort of thing bad form," observed Colonel Godfrey. "Jacobi
is too smooth and plausible. My wife will have it that he is not a
gentleman."
"Oh, Alick, you ought not to have repeated that."
"Why not, my dear lady?" observed Malcolm. "You are perfectly safe with
me. I expect we think alike there. Somehow Jacobi has not the right
cut."
"But his sister is very ladylike," murmured Mrs. Godfrey, her kindly
heart accusing her of censoriousness and want of charity. Both the
gentlemen agreed to this. Then Malcolm, true to his character as a
lover of the picturesque, launched into unrestrained praise of Miss
Jacobi's beauty.
"If my friend Keston were to see her," he remarked, "he would be wild
to paint her as Rebekah at the well--or Ruth in the harvest-fields. One
does not often see a face like Miss Jacobi's." And then after a little
more talk they reached the Manor House.
The following morning Malcolm spent on the river, and late in the
afternoon they drove to Glebelands--where the Etheridges lived.
The beautiful grounds sloping to the river presented a most animated
scene. A band was playing, and a gaily-dressed crowd streamed from the
house on to the lawn. Canoes, punts, and a tiny steam-launch were ready
for any guests who wished to enjoy the river; and the croquet, archery,
and tennis grounds were well filled.
Tea and refreshments were served in a huge marquee just below the
house. Malcolm, who met several people whom he knew, soon began to
enjoy himself, and he was deep in conversation with a young artist when
Miss Jacobi and her brother passed them; she bowed to Malcolm with
rather a pleased smile of recognition.
"What, do you know la belle Jacobi?" observed his friend enviously.
"What a lucky fellow you are! Look here, couldn't you do a good turn
for a chap and introduce me?"
"My dear Rodney, I have not spoken a dozen words to Miss Jacobi myself.
Get one of the Etheridge girls to do the job for you. You had better
look sharp," he continued, "for there is quite a small crowd of men
round her now;" and as Mr. Rodney speedily acted on this hint, Malcolm
joined some more of his friends.
Later in the afternoon, as he was listening to the band, he saw Miss
Jacobi opposite to him; she had still a little court round her, and
seemed talking with great animation. She looked far handsomer than on
the previous day, and her dress became her perfectly. She wore a
cream-coloured transparent stuff over yellow silk, her Gainsborough hat
was cream-colour and yellow too, and she carried a loosely-dropping
posy of tea-roses, and two or three rosebuds of the same warm hue were
nestled at her throat. The contrast of her dark eyes and hair and warm
olive complexion was simply superb, and Malcolm secretly clapped his
hands and murmured "bravo" under his breath. "She has the soul of the
coquette and the artist too," he said to himself. "Oh, woman, woman,
surely Solomon had you in his thoughts when he declared 'All is
vanity;'" and then he remembered Elizabeth Templeton and felt ashamed
of his cynicism. The next moment he noticed the coast was clear, and
obeying an involuntary impulse he crossed the lawn.
Miss Jacobi welcomed him with a soft, flickering smile, but did not
speak.
"Your court has deserted you, Miss Jacobi?"
"Not entirely," she returned. "Captain Fawcett has gone to fetch me an
ice--it is so hot in the tent--and Mr. Dysart is looking for my fan;
they will be back presently." She spoke in rather a weary tone.
"Why do you stand here?" he remonstrated. "There is a vacant seat under
that acacia, and you will hear the music quite well. There, let me take
you to it; the afternoon is unusually warm, in spite of the river
breeze." Rather to his surprise, she bent her head in assent, in her
queenly way, and he guided her to the cool retreat.
"Will you not sit down too?" she asked in rather a hesitating manner,
but there was no coquetry in her glance. Malcolm shook his head.
"I must look out for Dysart and the other man," he observed, "or they
will think I have spirited you away. I am not the least tired. What a
pretty scene it is, Miss Jacobi! Look at those children dancing under
the elm trees."
"They seem very happy," was her reply; but there was a sad expression
in her eyes. "Certainly childhood is the happiest time in one's life.
If it could only last for ever!"
"Are you sure you mean what you say?" replied Malcolm in a grave,
argumentative tone. "Remember it is the age of ignorance as well as
innocence; with knowledge comes responsibility and the pains and
penalties of life, nevertheless few of us desire to remain children."
"I am one of the few," she returned curtly.
"I cannot believe that," and Malcolm smiled; "but I grant you that the
best and highest natures have some-thing of the child in them. As
Mencius says, 'The great man is he who does not lose his child's
heart.'"
Miss Jacobi looked impressed.
"That is well said," she replied softly. "Mr. Herrick, I think your
friend Mr. Templeton is rather like that: he is so young and fresh, it
is delightful to listen to him. He is two-and-twenty, is he not? and he
is such a boy." She laughed an odd, constrained little laugh as she
said this, and added in a curious undertone, "And I am only
nine-and-twenty, and I feel as though I were seventy. See what
responsibilities and the pains and penalties of life do for a woman!"
It was a strange speech, and a strange flash of the eye accompanied it;
then her tone and manner suddenly changed, as a footstep in their
vicinity reached her ear.
"Saul, were you looking for me?" she said, starting from her seat. "I
was tired, so Mr. Herrick found me this nice shady place. I suppose it
is time for us to go."
"Well, we have a dinner-party on to-night," returned her brother
blandly, "and it will hardly do for the hostess to be late. Wait a
moment, Leah," as she was about to take leave of Malcolm, "I found
Dysart hunting for your fan, so I told him I had it. It cost ten
guineas, you remember," in a meaning tone. Then Miss Jacobi flushed a
little as she took it from his hand.
"I must have dropped it in the tent-there was such a crush," she
murmured. "Good-bye, Mr. Herrick, I am much rested now."
"Good-bye, Herrick," observed Mr. Jacobi in a familiar tone that grated
on Malcolm; "we shall be very glad to see you at Beechcroft when young
Templeton is with us. It is Telemachus and Mentor over again, is it
not?" and here he broke into a little cackling laugh. "Well, ta-ta.
Come along, Leah;" and taking his sister by the arm, Mr. Jacobi quickly
crossed the lawn with her.
"He is a cad if ever a man was," mused Malcolm as he followed them
slowly; "and if I do not mistake there is a touch of the Tartar about
him. She may be a devoted sister, as Mrs. Sinclair observes, but she is
afraid of him all the same."
"What a strange girl she seems," he continued--"woman rather, I should
say; for there is little of the girl about her. Somehow she interests
me, and she puzzles me too. She is so beautiful--why is she still Miss
Jacobi?" He stood still for a minute to ponder over this mystery; then
he walked on very thoughtfully. "I am a bit bothered about it all--I
wish Cedric had never made their acquaintance;" and Malcolm looked so
grave when he rejoined his friends that Mrs. Godfrey thought he was
bored and hastened her adieux.
Malcolm did not undeceive her, neither did he speak of the Jacobis
again to her; but he made himself very pleasant all that evening, and
the next day he left the Manor House.