第2章 MY FIRST STAGE(2)

"Well now, I am delighted to hear you say that," said Lena Houghton, with some excitement in her manner, "for it exactly fits in with what I always felt about him.From the first I disliked that man, and the way he goes on with Gertrude Morley is simply dreadful.If they are not engaged they ought to be--that's all I can say.""Engaged, my dear! I trust not," said Mrs.O'Reilly."I had always hoped for something very different for dear Gertrude.Quite between ourselves, you know, my nephew John Carew is over head and ears in lovewith her, and they would make a very good pair; don't you think so?" "Well, you see, I like Gertrude to a certain extent," replied LenaHoughton."But I never raved about her as so many people do.Still, I hope she will not be entrapped into marrying Mr.Zaluski; she deserves a better fate than that.""I quite agree with you," said Mrs.O'Reilly, with a troubled look."And the worst of it is, poor Gertrude is a girl who might very likely take up foolish revolutionary notions; she needs a strong wise husband to keep her in order and form her opinions.But is it really true that he flirts with her? This is the first I have heard of it.I can't think how it has escaped my notice.""Nor I, for indeed he is up at the Morleys' pretty nearly every day.What with tennis, and music, and riding, there is always some excuse for it.I can't think what Gertrude sees in him, he is not even good-looking.""There is a certain surface good-nature about him," said Mrs.O'Reilly."It deceived even me at first.But, my dear Lena, mark my words: that man has a fearful temper; and I pray Heaven that poor Gertrude may have her eyes opened in time.Besides, to think of that little gentle, delicate thing marrying a Nihilist! It is too dreadful; really, quite too dreadful! John would never get over it!""The thing I can't understand is why all the world has taken him up so," said Lena Houghton."One meets him everywhere, yet nobody seems to know anything about him.Just because he has taken Ivy Cottage for four months, and because he seems to be rich and good- natured, every one is ready to run after him.""Well, well," said Mrs.O'Reilly, "we all like to be neighbourly, my dear, and a week ago I should have been ready to say nothing but good of him.But now my eyes have been opened.I'll tell you just how it was.We were sitting here, just as you and I are now, at afternoon tea; the talk had flagged a little, and for the sake of something to say I made some remark about Bulgaria--not that I really knew anything about it, you know, for I'm no politician; still, I knew it was a subject that would make talk just now.My dear, I assure you I was positively frightened.All in a minute his face changed, his eyes flashed, he broke into such a torrent ofabuse as I never heard in my life before." "Do you mean that he abused you?""Dear me, no! but Russia and the Czar, and tyranny and despotism, and many other things I had never heard of.I tried to calm him down and reason with him, but I might as well have reasoned with the cockatoo in the window.At last he caught himself up quickly in the middle of a sentence, strode over to the piano, and began to play as he generally does, you know, when he comes here.Well, would you believe it, my dear! instead of improvising or playing operatic airs as usual, he began to play a stupid little tune which every child was taught years ago, of course with variations of his own.Then he turned round on the music-stool with the oddest smile I ever saw, and said, "Do you know that air, Mrs.O'Reilly?""'Yes," I said; "but I forget now what it is.'""'It was composed by Pestal, one of the victims of Russian tyranny," said he."The executioner did his work badly, and Pestal had to be strung up twice.In the interval he was heard to mutter, 'Stupid country, where they don't even know how to hang!'""Then he gave a little forced laugh, got up quickly, wished me good- bye, and was gone before I could put in a word.""What a horrible story to tell in a drawing-room!" said Lena Houghton."I envy Gertrude less than ever.""Poor girl! What a sad prospect it is for her!" said Mrs.O'Reilly with a sigh."Of course, my dear, you'll not repeat what I have just told you.""Not for the world!" said Lena Houghton emphatically."It is perfectly safe with me."The conversation was here abruptly ended, for the page threw open the drawing-room door and announced 'Mr.Zaluski.'

"Talk of the angel," murmured Mrs.O'Reilly with a significant smile at her companion.Then skilfully altering the expression of her face, she beamed graciously on the guest who was ushered into the room, and Lena Houghton also prepared to greet him most pleasantly.