The Travelling Companions Part 17

MISS T. (_coming upon him from round a corner_). Well, I'm _sure_, Mr.

Culchard!

CULCH. You are a young lady of naturally strong convictions, I am aware.

But what are you so sure of at the present moment?

MISS T. Well, I guess I'm not just as sure of _you_ as I should like to be, anyway. Seems to me, considering you've been so vurry inconsolable away from me, you'd a good deal to say to that young lady in the patent folders. And I'd like an explanation--you're right down splendid at explaining most things.

CULCH. (_with virtuous indignation_). So you actually suspect me of having carried on a flirtation!

MISS T. I guess girls don't use their pocket-handkerchiefs that way over the weather. Who _is_ she, anyway?

CULCH. (_calmly_). If you insist on knowing, she is the lady to whom Mr.

Podbury has every prospect of being engaged. I hope your mind is at ease _now_?

MISS T. Well, I expect my mind would have stood the strain as it was--so it's Mr. Podbury who's her admirer? See here, you're going to introduce me to that girl right away. It's real romantic, and I'm perfectly dying to make her acquaintance!

CULCH. Hum--well. She is--er--_peculiar_, don't you know, and I rather doubt whether you will have much in common.

MISS T. Well, if you don't introduce me, I shall introduce myself, that's all.

CULCH. By all means. (_To himself._) Not if _I_ can prevent it, though!

CHAPTER XVI.

Culchard feels slightly Uncomfortable.

SCENE--_Terrace and Grounds of the Grand Hotel Villa d'Este, on Lake Como._ PODBURY _and_ CULCHARD _are walking up and down together._

PODB. Well, old chap, your resigning like that has made all the difference to _me_, I can tell you!

CULCH. If I have succeeded in advancing your cause with Miss Prendergast, I am all the better pleased, of course.

PODB. You have, and no mistake. She's regularly taken me in hand, don't you know--she says I've no intelligent appreciation of Italian Art; and gad, I believe she's right there! But I'm pulling up--bound to teach you a lot, seeing all the old altar-pieces I do! And she gives me the right tips, don't you see; she's no end of a clever girl, so well-read and all that! But I say--about Miss Trotter? Don't want to be inquisitive, you know, but you don't seem to be much _about_ with her.

CULCH. I--er--the feelings I entertain towards Miss Trotter have suffered no change--quite the reverse, only--and I wish to impress this upon you, Podbury--it is undesirable, for--er--many reasons, to make my attentions--er--too conspicuous. I--I trust you have not alluded to the matter to--well, to Miss Prendergast, for example?

PODB. Not I, old fellow--got other things to talk about. But I don't quite see why----

CULCH. You are not _required_ to see. I don't WISH it, that is all.

I--er--think that should be sufficient.

PODB. Oh, all right, _I'll_ keep dark. But she's bound to know sooner or later, now she and Miss Trotter have struck up such a friendship. And Hypatia will be awfully pleased about it--why _shouldn't_ she, you know?

... I'm going to see if there's any one on the tennis-court, and get a game if I can. Ta-ta!

CULCH. (_alone_). Podbury knows very little about women. If Hyp--Miss Prendergast--once found out _why_ I renounced my suitorship, I should have very little peace, I know that--I've taken particular care not to betray my attachment to Maud. I'm afraid she's beginning to notice it, but I must be careful. I don't like this sudden intimacy between them--it makes things so very awkward. They've been sitting under that tree over there for the last half-hour, and goodness only knows what confidences they may have exchanged! I really must go up and put a stop to it, presently.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "BOUND TO TEACH YOU A LOT, SEEING ALL THE OLD ALTAR-PIECES I DO!"]

UNDER THE TREE.

HYPATIA. I only tell you all this, dearest, because I _do_ think you have rather too low an opinion of men as a cla.s.s, and I wanted to show you that I have met at least _one_ man who was capable of a real and disinterested devotion.

MAUD. Well, I allowed that was about your idea.

HYP. And don't you recognize that it was very fine of him to give up everything for his friend's sake?

MAUD. I guess it depends how much "everything" amounted to.

HYP. (_annoyed_). I thought, darling, I had made it perfectly plain what a sacrifice it meant to him. _I_ know how much he--I needn't tell you there are certain symptoms one can_not_ be deceived in.

MAUD. No, I guess you needn't tell me _that_, love. And it was perfectly lovely of him to give you up, when he was under vow for you and all, sooner than stand in his friend's light--only I don't just see how that was going to help his friend any.

HYP. Don't you really? Not when the friend was under vow for me too?

MAUD. Well, Hypatia Prendergast! And how many admirers do you have around under vow, as a regular thing?

HYP. There were only those two. Ruskin permits as many as seven at one time.

MAUD. That's a vurry liberal allowance, too. I don't see how there'd be sufficient suitors to go round. But maybe each gentleman can be under vow for seven distinct girls, to make things sort of square now?

HYP. Certainly not. The whole beauty of the idea lies in the unselfish and exclusive devotion of every knight to the same sovereign lady. In this case I happen to know that the--a--individual had never met his ideal until--

MAUD. Until he met you? At Nuremberg, wasn't it? My! And what was his name? Do tell!

HYP. You must not press me, dear Maud, for I cannot tell that--even to you.

MAUD. I don't believe but what I could guess. But say, you didn't care any for _him_, or you'd never have let him go like that? _I_ wouldn't. I should have suspected there was something behind!

HYP. My feelings towards him were purely potential. I did him the simple justice to believe that his self-abnegation was sincere. But, with your practical, cynical little mind, darling, you are hardly capable of--excuse me for saying so--of appreciating the real value and meaning of such magnanimity!

MAUD. Oh, I guess I _am_, though. Why, here's Mr. Culchard coming along.

Well, Mr. Culchard?

CULCH. I--ah--appear to have interrupted a highly interesting conversation?

MAUD. Well, we were having a little discussion, and I guess you're in time to give the casting vote--Hypatia, you want to keep just where you are, do you hear? I mean you should listen to Mr. Culchard's opinion.

CULCH. (_flattered_). Which I shall be delighted to give, if you will put me in possession of the--er--facts.

MAUD. Well, these are the--er--facts. There were two gentlemen under vow--maybe you'll understand the working of that arrangement better than I do?--under vow for the same young lady. [Hypatia Prendergast, sit still, or I declare I'll pinch you!] One of them comes up and tells her that he's arrived at the conclusion the other admirer is the better man, and, being a friend of his, he ought to retire in his favour, and he does it, too, right away. Now _I_ say that isn't natural--he'd some other motive. Miss Prendergast here will have it he was one of those n.o.ble unselfish natures that deserve they should be stuffed for a dime museum. What's _your_ opinion now?

CULCH. (_perspiring freely_). Why--er--really, on so delicate a matter, I--I---- [_He maunders._