his own people-第2章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Cranston；〃 complaining of the invasions of 〃new people〃 into the
social territory of the McCords and Mellins and Kramersa pleasant
conception which the presence of a De Vaurigard revealed to him as
a petty and shameful fiction； and yet his humility； like his little
fit of trembling； was of short duration； for gay geniality of Madame
de Vaurigard put him amazingly at ease。
At Calais young Cooley （with a matter…of…course air； and not
seeming to feel the need of asking permission） accompanied her to a
compartment； and Mellin walked with them to the steps of the coach；
where he paused； murmuring some words of farewell。
Madame de Vaurigard turned to him with a prettily assumed dismay。
〃What！ You stay at Calais？〃 she cried； pausing with one foot on the
step to ascend。 〃Oh！ I am sorry for you。 Calais is ter…rible！〃
〃No。 I am going on to Paris。〃
〃So？ You have frien's in another coach which you wish to be wiz？〃
〃No； no； indeed；〃 he stammered hastily。
〃Well； my frien'；〃 she laughed gayly； 〃w'y don' you come wiz us？〃
Blushing； he followed Cooley into the coach； to spend five happy
hours； utterly oblivious of the bright French landscape whirling
by outside the window。
There ensued a month of conscientious sightseeing in Paris； and that
unfriendly city afforded him only one glimpse of the Countess。 She
whizzed by him in a big touring…car one afternoon as he stood on an
〃isle of safety〃 at the foot of the Champs Elysees。 Cooley was
driving the car。 The raffish； elderly Englishman （whose name； Mellin
knew； was Sneyd） sat with him； and beside Madame de Vaurigard in the
tonneau lolled a gross…looking manunmistakably an Americanwith a
jovial； red； smooth…shaven face and several chins。 Brief as the
glimpse was； Mellin had time to receive a distinctly disagreeable
impression of this person； and to wonder how Heaven could vouchsafe
the society of Madame de Vaurigard to so coarse a creature。
All the party were dressed as for the road； gray with dust； and to
all appearances in a merry mood。 Mellin's heart gave a leap when
he saw that the Countess recognized him。 Her eyes； shining under
a white veil； met his for just the instant before she was quite by；
and when the machine had passed a little handkerchief waved for a
moment from the side of the tonneau where she sat。
With that he drew the full breath of Romance。
He had always liked to believe that ~〃grandes dames〃~ leaned back
in the luxurious upholstery of their victorias； landaulettes；
daumonts or automobiles with an air of inexpressible though languid
hauteur。 The Newport letter in the Cranston Telegraph often referred
to it。 But the gayety of that greeting from the Countess' little
handkerchief was infinitely refreshing； and Mellin decided that
animation was more becoming than hauteureven to a ~〃grande dame。〃~
That night he wrote （almost without effort） the verses published in
the Cranston Telegraph two weeks later。 They began：
~Marquise； ma belle~； with your kerchief of
lace
Awave from your flying car；
And your slender hand
The hand to which he referred was the same which had arrested his
gondola and his heart simultaneously； five days ago； in Venice。 He
was on his way to the station when Madame de Vaurigard's gondola
shot out into the Grand Canal from a narrow channel； and at her
signal both boats paused。
〃Ah！ but you fly away！〃 she cried； lifting her eyebrows mournfully；
as she saw the steamer…trunk in his gondola。 〃You are goin' return
to America？〃
〃No。 I'm just leaving for Rome。〃
〃Well； in three day' ~I~ am goin' to Rome！〃 She clapped her hands
lightly and laughed。 〃You know this is three time' we meet jus' by
chance； though that second time it was so quick~pff~！ like that
we didn't talk much togezzer！ Monsieur Mellin；〃 she laughed again；
〃I think we mus' be frien's。 Three time'an' we are both goin' to
Rome！ Monsieur Mellin； you believe in ~Fate~？〃
With a beating heart he did。
Thence came the invitation to meet her at the Magnifique for tea；
and the card she scribbled for him with a silver pencil。 She gave
it with the prettiest gesture； leaning from her gondola to his as
they parted。 She turned again； as the water between them widened；
and with her 〃~Au revoir~〃 offered him a faintly wistful smile to
remember。
All the way to Rome the noises of the train beat out the measure of
his Parisian verses：
~Marquise； ma belle~； with your kerchief of
lace
Awave from your flying car
He came out of his reverie with a start。 A dozen men and women；
dressed for dinner； with a gold…fish officer or two among them；
swam leisurely through the aquarium on their way to the hotel
restaurant。 They were the same kind of people who had sat at the
little tables for teapeople of the great world； thought Mellin：
no vulgar tourists or 〃trippers〃 among them； and he shuddered at
the remembrance of his pension （whither it was time to return） and
its conscientious students of Baedeker； its dingy halls and permanent
smell of cold food。 Suddenly a high resolve lit his face： he got
his coat and hat from the brass…and…blue custodian in the lobby；
and without hesitation entered the 〃bureau。〃
〃I 'm not quite satisfied where I am stayingwhere I'm stopping；
that is；〃 he said to the clerk。 〃I think I'll take a room here。〃
〃Very well； sir。 Where shall I send for your luggage？〃
〃I shall bring it myself；〃 replied Mellin coldly； 〃in my cab。〃
He did not think it necessary to reveal the fact that he was staying
at one of the cheaper pensions； and it may be mentioned that this
reticence （as well as the somewhat chilling； yet careless； manner
of a gentleman of the 〃great world〃 which he assumed when he returned
with his trunk and bag） very substantially increased the rate put
upon the room he selected at the Magnifique。 However； it was with
great satisfaction that he found himself installed in the hotel； and
he was too recklessly exhilarated； by doing what he called the 〃right
thing；〃 to waste any time wondering what the 〃right thing〃 would do
to the diminishing pad of express checks he carried in the inside
pocket of his waistcoat。
〃Better live a fortnight like a gentleman；〃 he said； as he tossed
his shoes into a buhl cabinet； 〃than vegetate like a tourist for
a year。〃
He had made his entrance into the 〃great world〃 and he meant to
hold his place in it as one 〃to the manor born。〃 Its people should
not find him lacking： he would wear their manner and speak their
languageno gaucherie should betray him； no homely phrase escape
his lips。
This was the chance he had always hoped for； and when he fell asleep
in his gorgeous； canopied bed； his soul was uplifted with happy
expectations。
II。 Music on the Pincio
The following afternoon found him still in that enviable condition
as he stood listening to the music on the Pincian Hill。 He had it
of rumor that the Fashion of Rome usually took a turn there before
it went to tea； and he had it from the lady herself that Madame
de Vaurigard would be there。 Presently she came； reclining in a
victoria； the harness of her horses flashing with gold in the
sunshine。 She wore a long ermine stole； her hat was ermine； she
carried a muff of the same fur； and Mellin thought it a perfect
finish to the picture that a dark gentleman of an appearance most
distinguished should be sitting beside her。 An Italian noble；
surely！
He saw the American at once； nodded to him and waved her hand。
The victoria went on a little way beyond the turn of the drive；
drew out of the line of carriages； and stopped。
〃Ah； Monsieur Mellin；〃 she cried； as he came up； 〃I am glad！ I
was so foolish yesterday I didn' give you the address of my little
apartment an' I forgot to ask you what is your hotel。 I tol' you
I would come here for my drive； but still I might have lost you
for ever。 See what many people！ It is jus' that Fate again。〃
She laughed； and looked to the Italian for sympathy in her kindly
merriment。 He smiled cordially upon her； then lifted his hat and
smiled as cordially upon Mellin。
〃I am so happy to fin' myself in Rome that I forget〃Madame de
Vaurigard went on〃~ever
