You add prejudice to platitude, and are horribly prosaic to-night; but here we are in the shawl-room. I must take another opportunity of attacking you. Pray dine with us tomorrow; you will meet our Minister and a few other pleasant friends.
I suppose I must not say, I shall be charmed, answered Vane; but I shall be.
Bon Dieu! that horrid fat man has deserted Signora Venosta,looking for his own cloak, I dare say; selfish monster! Go and hand her to her carriage; quick, it is announced!
Graham, thus ordered, hastened to offer his arm to the she-mountebank. Somehow she had acquired dignity in his eyes, and he did not feel the least ashamed of being in contact with the scarlet jacket.
The Signora grappled to him with a confiding familiarity. I am afraid, she said in Italian, as they passed along the spacious hall to the porte cochere,I am afraid that I did not make a good effect to-night. I was nervous; did not you perceive it?
No, indeed; you enchanted us all; replied the dissimulator.
How amiable you are to say so! You must think that I sought for a compliment. So I did; you gave me more than I deserved. Wine is the milk of old men, and praise of old women; but an old man may be killed by too much wine, and an old woman lives all the longer for too much praise. Buona notte.
Here she sprang, lithesomely enough, into the carriage, and Isaura followed, escorted by M. Savarin. As the two men returned towards the shawl-room, the Frenchman said, Madame Savarin and I complain that you have not let us see so much of you as we ought. No doubt you are greatly sought after; but are you free to take your soup with us the day after to-morrow? You will meet the Count von Rudesheim, and a few others more lively if less wise.
The day after to-morrow I will mark with a white stone. To dine with M. Savarin is an event to a man who covets distinction.
Such compliments reconcile an author to his trade. You deserve the best return I can make you. You will meet la belle Isaura. I have just engaged her and her chaperon. She is a girl of true genius; and genius is like those objects of virtu which belong to a former age, and become every day more scarce and more precious.
Here they encountered Colonel Morley and his wife hurrying to their carriage. The American stopped Vane, and whispered, I am glad, sir, to hear from my wife that you dine with us to-morrow. Sir, you will meet Mademoiselle Cicogna, and I am not without a kinkle [notion] that you will be enthused.
This seems like a fatality, soliloquized Vane as he walked through the deserted streets towards his lodging. I strove to banish that haunting face from my mind. I had half forgotten it, and now Here his murmur sank into silence. He was deliberating in very conflicted thought whether or not he should write to refuse the two invitations he had accepted.
Pooh! he said at last, as he reached the door of his lodging, is my reason so weak that it should be influenced by a mere superstition? Surely I know myself too well, and have tried myself too long, to fear that I should be untrue to the duty and ends of my life, even if I found my heart in danger of suffering.
Certainly the Fates do seem to mock our resolves to keep our feet from their ambush, and our hearts from their snare! How our lives may be coloured by that which seems to us the most trivial accident, the merest chance! Suppose that Alain de Rochebriant had been invited to that reunion at M. Louviers, and Graham Vane had accepted some other invitation and passed his evening elsewhere, Alain would probably have been presented to Isaurawhat then might have happened? The impression Isaura had already made upon the young Frenchman was not so deep as that made upon Graham; but then, Alains resolution to efface it was but commenced that day, and by no means yet confirmed. And if he had been the first clever young man to talk earnestly to that clever young girl, who can guess what impression he might have made upon her? His conversation might have had less philosophy and strong sense than Grahams, but more of poetic sentiment and fascinating romance.
However, the history of events that do not come to pass is not in the chronicle of the Fates.
BOOK III
CHAPTER I
The next day the guests at the Morleys had assembled when Vane entered. His apology for unpunctuality was cut short by the lively hostess. Your pardon is granted without the humiliation of asking for it; we know that the characteristic of the English is always to be a little behindhand.
She then proceeded to introduce him to the American Minister, to a distinguished American poet, with a countenance striking for mingled sweetness and power, and one or two other of her countrymen sojourning at Paris; and this ceremony over, dinner was announced, and she bade Graham offer his arm to Mademoiselle Cicogna.
Have you ever visited the United States, Mademoiselle? asked Vane, as they seated themselves at the table.
No.
It is a voyage you are sure to make soon.
Why so?
Because report says you will create a great sensation at the very commencement of your career; and the New World is ever eager to welcome each celebrity that is achieved in the Old,more especially that which belongs to your enchanting art.
True, sir, said an American senator, solemnly striking into the conversation; we are an appreciative people; and if that lady be as fine a singer as I am told, she might command any amount of dollars.
Isaura coloured, and turning to Graham, asked him in a low voice if he were fond of music.
I ought of course to say yes, answered Graham, in the same tone; but I doubt if that yes would be an honest one. In some moods, musicif a kind of music I likeaffects me very deeply; in other moods, not at all. And I cannot bear much at a time. A concert wearies me shamefully; even an opera always seems to me a great deal too long. But I ought to add that I am no judge of music; that music was never admitted into my education; and, between ourselves, I doubt if there be one Englishman in five hundred who would care for opera or concert if it were not the fashion to say he did. Does my frankness revolt you?
On the contrary, I sometimes doubt, especially of late, if I am fond of music myself.
Signorina,pardon me,it is impossible that you should not be. Genius can never be untrue to itself, and must love that in which it excels, that by which it communicates joy, and, he added, with a half-suppressed sigh, attains to glory.
Genius is a divine word, and not to be applied to a singer, said Isaura, with a humility in which there was an earnest sadness.
Graham was touched and startled; but before he could answer, the American Minister appealed to him across the table, asking if he had quoted accurately a passage in a speech by Grahams distinguished father, in regard to the share which England ought to take in the political affairs of Europe.
The conversation now became general, very political and very serious. Graham was drawn into it, and grew animated and eloquent.
Isaura listened to him with admiration. She was struck by what seemed to her a nobleness of sentiment which elevated his theme above the level of commonplace polemics. She was pleased to notice, in the attentive silence of his intelligent listeners, that they shared the effect produced on herself. In fact, Graham Vane was a born orator, and his studies had been those of a political thinker. In common talk he was but the accomplished man of the world, easy and frank and genial, with a touch of good-natured sarcasm; but when the subject started drew him upward to those heights in which politics become the science of humanity, he seemed a changed being. His cheek glowed, his eye brightened, his voice mellowed into richer tones, his language be came unconsciously adorned. In such moments there might scarcely be an audience, even differing from him in opinion, which would not have acknowledged his spell.